Smalltown Boy

late makeup

APRIL 4

0:59

The four boys were now in the van, apparently Tom lost his bet, but Georg wasn't winning either,
none of them had his girl.

Bill rested his head on the window, he wasn't drunk, but he wasn't lucid neither. His head was starting to hurt, even more when a speed bump made him hit it against the window.
"fuck." he groaned, holding his forehead with his hand.

Smalltown Boy was playing in the van. It was one of Bill's favorite songs.
Gustav was sleeping, mouth wide opened and
Tom and Georg were talking about the girls they saw in the club, it was the same thing every night Bill could tell.

He tried to concentrate on the song and forget about the headache, but it was becoming more and more unbearable.
He was starting to get anxious too.
Tomorrow very early, they're leaving for the next venue, he didn't even start to pack his things,
he wondered if it would be so hard acting okay again on stage, cause it was already very hard to do it this day.
he started moving his leg up and down.
But once again, he tried to hide it.

"The xanax."
Bill thought to himself.

He reached for his bag next to him, finding the packet through the tons of things the bag was carrying, he also grabbed his bottle of water and he drank one quickly,

the first one that will drag him slowly more down than he already is.

Tom heard the noises that the packet was making, making him stop in the middle of his conversation with Georg.
He looked at his brother waiting for an answer.
Bill felt himself getting watched on his right side as he was drinking, he faced Tom, putting everything back in his bag.
"it's just meds for my anxiety, nothing bad."

"who gave that to you?"
Tom answered in an almost angry tone, crossing his arms.

"hum..David?"
Bill said, not being really sure of his answer himself.

Tom just sighed and nodded, looking back at Georg, they were arguing again about who's getting more girls.

Bill rolled his eyes, laying his head against the window again, this time a bit more calmer, his knee stopped moving, and his brain couldn't do anything more than listening to the music.
The street lamps dancing on his face, the music..
It was almost too calm, and he loved that.

Xanax had a hard effect on him, especially since he never took any kind of calming pill.
He had 3 left for tomorrow and the concert, and he felt like loving the feeling of finally being high already.
but he would overthink that later, he told himself.
For now, he just relaxes for real.

"Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.."

They arrived at their hotel a few minutes later,
the three boys went out before Bill, when it was his turn to jump out of the van he almost fell.
He wasn't excepting the Xanax to make him feel this weak with his body, he wasn't complaining though. It was like he wasn't feeling any physical pain either.

He threw the strap of his bag over his shoulder, making him almost fall on the left, due to his bag's weight, and the fact the xanax was making him high.

Tom looked behind, seeing him brother trying to walk straight.
He laughed helping him walk to the hotel front door holding his body close to his.
"How many glasses did you get tonight?"

"Don't remember." Bill said, walking with his brother in the hall of their hotel, Georg was holding the elevator door for them.

Bill in fact just took a glass of whiskey, he just didn't know Xanax and alcohol is not a good idea to mix together.