"stay" - andy biersack

004

i stood outside in the warm summer air, engulfing myself in grey smoke as i exhaled slowly.

the comfortable breeze gently lifted my fringe, my hand barely keeping it down. my boots scraped on the concrete, putting out the cigarette with ease. the burning-orange sunset lingered it's colors onto the bare surroundings.

i was outside for a quick smoke break during the last band practice. we would be hitting the road by saturday, and since it was thursday, we decided to just get everything sorted. y'know, the important stuff, like how jinxx wanted plenty of hairspray and no windows open while the bus was moving.

kidding, kidding.

on a serious note, it might be healthy to get out of here. i can't even stand being in my dismal apartment these days. it constantly echoed against four cold walls.

on that miserable note; i haven't thought about jo in a week, which is a world record. it was hard going from being with someone everyday and on every tour, to being nothing but a distant memory. but hey, it was possible. let's just see how much i can forget her while actually on the road.

my black leather jacket twisted with my body as i turned around and inhaled slowly, the warm breeze brushing against my face. my fingers grabbed the handle of the exit door and swung it open. loud talking rung out in the dark auditorium, almost hitting me in my face. i pretty much went from the peace of nature to being with man-children; in the span of 3 seconds. my boots pounded the floor with every step. my eyes stayed down on the floor, trying not to draw attention. i would never avoid my band mates before, but i think i just need time to be with my thoughts.

...
"Is that Andy, oh shit it is- HEY ANDY!"

i guess i wasn't quiet enough.

CC ran over to me like a kid playing tag, turning his worn drumsticks in between his fingers with ease. he stood in front of me and tried to catch his breathe, holding his chest. i raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, trying to understand what the urgency was.

"what's wrong?"
i laughed slightly as i questioned him.
"dude, i need to stop eating them ramen noodles, they're gonna kill me."
he said as he referred to his bad exercise skills.
"you're a drummer. calm down."
i chuckled and suddenly straightened my face, shaking my head.
"what did you want to tell me?"

...
he stood there and thought for a second.
..
"OHH, yeah. change of plans. we're hitting the road tomorrow. they changed it."

i stood there and froze. my lips slightly parted in confusion while i bit my tongue. i was disappointed; but not because of the less practice time. for some reason, i felt like i left business unfinished.

...

i felt my jean pocket for my cigarettes, hands brushing off the rectangular box.

"alright, no problem."

...

why did i say that.