The Murder House

Twelve - Everyone Is Disposable

        "One," Diesel clapped his drumsticks together. "Two,"

        "Three," Dylan adjusted their stance. "Let's Keep,"

        "Our heads," Franco looked to Elton.

        "Above Water!" Elton started their song. Diesel was in the middle behind them, surrounded by his drums, Elton was to the right of him while Dylan was to the left, Franco and the second microphone were in front of Diesel, almost flanking him. It created a scrunched diamond shape but they always had the same positioning each and every time. Their first song was one of their oldest, they always played it first for one of their oldest fans, Patch. He was stood there tonight knowing this would be the last gig with the four of them, he'd been there since it was just the three lads playing in Ramone's garage. He'd been there when Dylan joined, and when Bonnie joined, he'd been there when Bonnie had the kids and he'd been there when Bonnie died. He'd been through a lot with them and he felt as much as much one of them as the rest. In memory of him they always played his favourite song first, 'No Tomorrow'. They poured their hearts into it because the song related to their emotions, there'd be no tomorrow for them, it would be different to today. When they were done, Franco explained they'd each be doing a song solo that reflected how they were dealing with recent changes. Elton explained how it's his last gig and he asked for this unusual way of doing it. Then they'd play their other songs and would do requests.

       "Am I first?" Franco asked.

       "Aye go on," Diesel pushed him.

       "Alright kids, so this isn't an original song it's one I heard a few years ago and you'll all hate me for liking it. It's by Five Finger Death Punch, I know, blasphemy! But I like the words, the words which relate to me a lot, you may not understand it when I start singing. I chose it because of the line, I've been a thousand places and shook a million hands, I don't know where I'm going but I know where I've been," he began to play, the band joining in. Romani hadn't forgiven him for the years of lies, but the emotion poured into the song made him wrap his hand around River's.

       "I love him so much," Romani shouted over him.

       "A kna," River kissed his hand. "Am proud of you,"

       "He sounds so sad," Romani said referring to the tear filled voice that silenced the crowd watching. Romani knew the band had so many emotions they couldn't work through, but he didn't think it would hit him so hard when he heard them play. It was as if they were putting their hearts and souls into it. When Franco was done, he tried sucking in air for a moment but he was overridden by a loud whistling sound. "That's my Pops!" Romani would have jumped up if he could.

       "Ah sweet," Diesel smiled then rolled his eyes.

       "It's cute though," Elton said into the microphone. "We're all a family here, and we've done bad things in our lives. I have no room to talk, but we get through it together, and we do everything with our kids best interest at heart. We pay for our sins tenfold,"

       "You can say that again," Diesel slapped his leg.

       "When you think of us, are we the best you've ever heard? No. Are we good enough and relatable enough that you'll spend ten quid to come see us have our own personal therapy sessions? Yes. The amount of times me and Red have fought before we got on stage went fought during a duo song is ridiculous. But you can't tell because we always put that much passion into our songs. We owe you our lives, and we owe you much more. I promise, tomorrow I'll tell my truth," he smirked knowing he'd not make it tomorrow in the sense River assumes. Franco reached out and poked him while making an almost inaudible grunt. "Let's move on, who's next?"