|#Wattys2015| HΔNGIN' |Bastille/Dan Smith fanfic|

2. First play

Dans pov:

Silently I follow the boys swiftly across the grass and to the backstage area. It's greatly hot here at the Caribana festival which is a surprise, but like i often am, I'm cold inside and out. That's normal, nothing to worry about. I'm just one of those guys that gets cold a lot. As soon as we are inside, our ears are flooded with the screams thousands of festival goers. There's much more here than I expected to come and see us, but that always happens.

No one talks as Coop gives us our earpieces and little box to put on and once we're sorted, Charlie joins our little huddle. He fits in rather well with us. He isn't an official band member, just our tour buddy, but I would be happy to have him part of the band. He's just like a shorter, younger and paler Kyle. Oh, and less stupid too!

"So, two new songs to play today, this is gonna be exciting!" Kyle starts and jumps continuously up and down, instantly making Charlie laugh. They're twins, I swear, long lost brothers or something.
I bite my fist hard in frustration and nervousness, little red indents are left on my hand, not that I cared.

"You still bite your fist? I thought you were going to stop that." Woody picks up sadly. He always has to be the one that notices my every move, my every action, my every emotion. It's like he shares the same brain as me. I'm a book to him and he can read me really well. That is never always a good thing. What can I say though? I can't exactly tell him to stop caring and noticing everything. Then that will really give away that something's wrong. No can do.

"Um... yes? it helps, okay?" Just like something else helps... I mumble a reply as Kyle and Will make conversation with Charlie. I step away from them, not wanting to be apart of their cat discussion, as does Woody.

"Helps with what?" He raises his eyebrow in suspicion. I sigh and turn to walk away. If I say something I might say the wrong thing, so it's best to stick to saying nothing. As I head to the stage steps, a staff member calls us to tell us it's time to go onstage. Well there's one question successfully avoided. I stand behind the guys and I'm usually the last on and Woody stands at the front. He turns around and gives me a worried look before taking the steps and stepping on the stage, we all follow.

As soon as I'm onstage, the rest of the band and Charlie start playing the first song, Bad Blood. Some of the fans along the front row are making triangles with their hands while others are simply screaming, with a few just smiling silently.
I take a deep breath and sing the song, whilst stupidly dancing like an idiot. Quite a few of the fans were actually laughing, which made me feel a lot better. Not. I did ask for them to dance with me so I don't look like an idiot, but how many fans listened? Not many, only the really caring ones.

Once the gig was over, The guys are happy that the two new songs turned out rather well and with Charlie on backing vocals as well as bass, it was amazing. I finish off my bottle of water just as we are led outside to meet some fans who have backstage passes.
Charlie stays with us as he is curious to know what our fan base is like. I personally think he deserves a bigger fan base, I mean he is an incredible singer and songwriter but has a very little amount of fans compared to us.

"Dan, smile" Charlie nudges me as two of the fans look at me concerned. I quickly flash them a smile, sign their Bastille tops and take a photo with them.

"Why are you sad, those new songs are amazing" The shorter, blonde haired girl says.

"I'm not...? thank you girls" I reply and then they leave. Everyone heads to the tour bus when Woody quickly pulls me aside.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" he asks quietly. Everything. I sigh in response and look at him.