The Pretender

Chapter 16

*insert beatbox noises*
!!Warnings: Someone coughs blood!!
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~A few weeks of shows and long drives later~

~Rylan's POV~
We were at a different town, in a different building, doing the same thing, playing music. I'm not saying these shows aren't fun, but I wanna go home. I'm exhausted and sore from jumping into Dave's drums and falling down and throwing guitars around.

We were playing Radio Friendly Unit Shifter as the opening song, it's a fun song to play, so right now I'm happy. I looked at the crowd, they were all dancing and jumping, it looks fun. I shrugged and threw my guitar down, running towards the end of the stage and jumping. I crowd-surfed for a bit before climbing back onto the stage and running over to my guitar, unplugging it and giving it to the crowd. They took it and in a few seconds, pieces of guitar were flying at us. Shit. Before I knew it, the neck of the guitar came flying out of the crowd and hit me in the face. That hurt a little bit.

I went and grabbed a different guitar and continued playing, at this point we were halfway through the fourth song.

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~Krist's POV~
I watched Rylan's antics, still playing bass. Why's he doing all that stuff? Why all of a sudden? I can understand the guitar stuff, but he never jumps into the crowd like that. He usually avoids the crowd.

I pushed the thought to the back of my head and kept playing.

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~About an hour later~

~Kurt's POV~
"Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint! Forever in debt to your priceless advice, hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint! Forever in debt to your priceless advice, your advice, your advice, your advice."

I screamed into the mic, our last song was Heart-Shaped Box, which we just finished. I smiled, watching Rylan jump into the crowd again. He's never really done that before, but it's something new. I turned me head back towards the mic, "Thanks." The crowd cheered, Dave ran up to me and hugged me. I laughed and turned around to hug him. Suddenly, I felt extremely sick, causing me to push Dave away and run away to the nearest bathroom.

I ran into a stall and collapsed in front of a toilet, coughing into it. I sat back slightly, I looked down slightly and my eyes widened. There was blood in the toilet. I coughed blood. Fuck. What am I gonna tell the others?

"Kurt?"

Shit. They found me. I quickly got up, flushing the toilet and slowly walking out of the stall, "Hi." I croaked out. Dave was standing there, he looked worried. I hugged him, sighing, "Hey, what's wrong? You just ran off without saying anything, are you okay?" I nodded "I'm fine, just.." I paused for a moment. What do I say? I hid my face in Dave's shoulder, "Just a bit sick. Probably exhaustion from all the shows." Dave nodded, picking me up, "I'll talk to the others about it, and we'll go home, okay?" I nodded, falling asleep.

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519 words from all that, I think that's a record for me. I loved writing this :)
~me