Darkside of the Sun

Chapter 29 - Moscow part 1

Bill's POV

Russia.

To be honest it wasn't my favourite country. I don't know what it was, probably the weather...It was raining all god damn day, not one moment the sun broke thru. It was kind of depressing.

So, we had been on tour for 2 weeks now. It had been fun...yes it was going great. The fans were exited and always energetic, so that was good! We would be clubbing until sunrise, get up at 3 PM, go on stage and repeat. It was entertaining but exhausting. We were all worn out and were praying for another break. Luckily for us, another 4 day break was coming closer so we could all relax for a bit. But for now we had to go on stage in 2 hours and rock our fucking heads off.

"Go again!" Georg shouted.

I sighed and let the microphone drop. "Georg we have been going over this for an hour, it's not getting any better." I spoke.

Georg slumped back on the couch and dropped his bass guitar on his lap. "Fine, but don't bitch on me when people are gonna complain." He spat.

I rolled my eyes and sat down on a chair. "They won't."

I turned my attention from Georg, who was slumped back on the couch with his eyes closed to Tom was was sitting on the opposite couch. His guitar was on his lap and he was strumming a random tune while zoning out. I got up, sat down next to him and nudged his shoulder. He flinched and turned his head so our eyes met.

"Hey" He smiled but it barely reached his eyes.

I smiled back. "Hey, you doing okay?" I spoke lowly.

He nodded and began to strum again.

I had talked to him about the night when we went clubbing in Barcelona. I asked why he was sad, because he clearly was. To be honest I have never seen him so depressed for as long as now. I didn't know how to make him feel better because I didn't know why he was sad in the first place. The police still hasn't said a word, which is weird...good but weird. So we were all in the clear and as far as I know, our careers were saved. I sometimes wonder if he was maybe sad about Luna. But I still hadn't asked him...I am a person who avoids subjects like that. Subjects that if you start to mention them there could be a possibility it would just make everything worse. So I just don't talk about them, I know Tom doesn't want to. But I couldn't always keep avoiding it. The day had to come where we would talk about it. And that day had to come soon.

But just not today.

I watched Tom walk towards the little kitchen inside the room and grab the water bottle out of the fridge and tage a swing. I still hadn't confessed my little discover to him and would leave it like that. I would leave it alone until I had enough courage to actually do mention it.

I sighed.

We had a lot to talk about.

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Don't wanna run on you command

Don't wanna keep on coming back

Don't wanna swallow all your lies

Wanna feel alive

I sung my heart out and gave all my power and love towards to crowd. I jumped up and down, would run towards the guitar notes that would ring in my ears. I walked the stairs up and down and threw my hands in the air.

This feeling was something I could not easily explain. It gave me energy and a tingeling feeling threw out my intire body. Especially when the crowd would sing along. It would feel like I was at the top of the world. People actually liked, loved our songs. Something that we have worked so hard for, people adored. It was undescribeable.

We are dogs unleashed, out of control

Full dreams nobody knows

Unleashed

Dying to escape

We don't wanna suffocate

You know the feeling when your stomach drops. When it feels like a sudden warmth flows from your belly down to your legs. When it feels like you can't breath for a second. When words are hard to make out.

If you do, then you know how I felt when I heard that the guitar wasn't playing anymore. I was confused as to why I didn't hear our lead guitarist anymore. I looked to my right and the sight broke my heart. It broke my heart everytime I saw my twin shed a tear.

He stood there his guitar hanging loosely around his shoulders. His arms dropped to his sides. Tears streaming down his cheeks.

He was staring at something, someone.

I tried to figure out where his eyes leaded to, but I couldn't find anything. It was as if he was staring at nothing. A ghost.

I tried to form the words that needed to be sung, but it was hard. I began to stutter and I could feel sweat trying to break out. It was getting hot. I looked over at Georg who gave me a unuseful look and I wanted to cry.

I desperately stumbled over towards the back curtains and saw David stand there. I mouthed "Drop the curtains." To him and he understood the message immediately and nodded before running off.

I pulled my breath and assured myself it was all gonna be alright. The microphone that was loosely placed in my hand tightened when I pressed my finger on them. I brought it to my lips and spoke. "I am sorry guys! We are gonna have a short break, we will be back in no time!" I screamed into the microphone. "We love you guys!" I yelled and waved them goodbye before the curtains dropped.

When the curtains were completely closed I dropped the microphone and ran over to Tom who was now crying uncontrollably. I let his dead weight drop itself on me and hugged him tightly. I could see Gustav and Georg walking closer in the corner of my eye and hoped they would help me somehow. I hushed him and began to speak. "What is going on?"

He sniffled and wiped his nose when he pulled away from the hug. "L-luna" He whispered. The volume was set low and his voice was shaken. "Luna" He spoke louder this time.

I nodded and looked him in the eye. "Luna? You're gonna have to be more clear then that." I chuckled and wiped away a tear.

He just sobbed harder but still spoke. "I saw her." He cried and pressed his body against mine. "I-I saw her in the crowd, I am sure of it."

I nodded into the crook of his neck and spoke. "You sure you saw her?" I felt him nod heavily against my neck.

I looked to my right where Gustav stood shaking his head no. I sighed, what was I gonna do?

He pulled away and closed his eyes, he pulled his breath and exhaled slowly before opening his eyes again. "Y-You believe me don't you?" He stuttered and gave me a hopeful look.

I knew Georg and Gustav both knew he was talking gibberish and somewhere I knew they were right. But for the sake of my twin I just nodded and smiled at him. "You go backstage for a moment, just go for a smoke and take a breath okay?" I spoke in a low tone.

He nodded and dropped his guitar before stumbling his way backstage.

"The three of us need to talk ASAP." Gustav spoke sternly.