We'll Come Clean

You Said You Felt so Happy You Could Die

P.O.V. Elle

            I wake up like every other Saturday, get out of bed, look at myself in the mirror: my face is still bruised. My mom asked me what happened, I told her I ran into a pole. She believed it, how? I don’t know. I pull up my sleeve, it looks so much worse than it ever has. Wait. I run to my calendar on the other side of my room. Holy shit. Holy shit. The concert is today.

            I look at the clock, its 11:37. Only eight and a half more hours! Oh my god. I’m going to see Nate. I’m going to see Jack. Oh my god, I’ll even see Andrew. I’ll be breathing the same air they’re breathing. I find myself with the most genuine smile I’ve had in months. Tonight is going to be amazing. I’m going to meet them. I’m going to stay as long as it takes; I mean I’m going alone, who am I going to be holding up? Then afterwards, everything will be over. I open my bottom drawer of my nightstand, a Ziploc bag full of a mixture of sleeping pills, Advil, aspirin, and various vitamins. I’m going to die.

                                                          -----------------------------------------

            I’m on my way to the concert. Holy Dost, I’m so pumped. I plug in my phone so I can listen to fun. I blare Barlights and sing along as loud as I can. The windows are down, I feel great. Of course I’m getting some pretty weird looks, but oh well. They won’t care after I’m dead. I’ve been driving for about a half an hour, I live pretty close to the venue only about 45 minutes away. My heart is beating so fast, I’m going to do the one thing on my bucket list. Oh my Dost I’m so excited, I’m turning off the turnpike. Only a few streets to go!

P.O.V. Jack

            We’re just gearing up for the show. It starts in a half an hour! I can hear Nate and Andy practicing harmonies for Some Nights in front of the bus, Nate sounds great. Even Andrew sounds good. Everyone has so much energy tonight, I can’t wait. The only thing that I can really look down on is that Lena isn’t here. I really miss her. Sometimes I can’t stand even being an hour away from her. She’s perfect.

            “Jack! Get over here, you motherfucker!” it’s Nate. We’re getting to our pre-show toast. This is probably one of my favorite parts of touring.

            “To a fucking awesome show!” Nattie says. We clink our plastic cups and have a few sips. After we finish I get my guitar. I tune it and warm up a little practicing my solo for Carry On. I hear Andrew and Nattie getting warmed up by playing part of Benson Hedges. Will is playing a couple riffs. Nate is putting on his shoes. We get ready to walk on stage in a few minutes. I’m fucking pumped.