Manthony ✨

Make It Count

~MAKE IT COUNT~

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Mitchel~

The phone rings annoyingly as I wait for him to pick up. I bounce my leg up and down as I sit (with my pants) on a bathroom stall in the stadium bathroom, taking a break from preparing for our last show in Brazil. Tonight, we're in Maringá and Christian hasn't shown up yet. The call goes to voicemail, and I sigh, feeling a bit nervous. I hear a bang on the door and Clinton shouts,

"You better not be jerking off in there!" He jokes and I groan,

"Christian won't answer the phone," I call back and he opens the door, coming into the bathroom,

"Why not?" He asks, asking me to open the stall. I do and walk out, washing my hands to get some cool water on me,

"No clue, it's worrying me," I say and he sighs,

"Maybe he's getting food, you know he loves to bring us food," he puts a hand on my shoulder before walking out. I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh, picking up my phone and shoving it into my back pocket. I walk out and go back to the stage to practice,

"Okay, so we're gonna have you sing the first song on this platform like always, but this time, I want you to be crouched down, don't stand up until the time feels right, okay?" Pat explains what I'm going to be doing for our intro song tonight which is gonna be Heaven And Back. I nod and he has me go up there with the microphone. Pat and Jesse got here the other day for the last two shows and they like to help situate us for the performance,

"She was always dealing with the devil, she was always into taking those chances, yeah," I start and Jesse gives me a thumbs up as I stay crouched down, "She said she met a couple other women who were into going late night dancing, yeah," I'm getting more comfortable, more into the music, "Then she fell in love with a pill that could take away all her pain, uh," I sing and close my eyes, "Then she fell in love with whole new drug that could fill her veins," I pause and the music keeps going. The pause goes on for a good three seconds when I use my lower range, "And then," I jump up, "She's high, she lives in the sky," I sing it loud and full of soul, "Tonight, she's satisfied," I riff the last word before Pat cuts me off,

"Great! I like the standing up there and the pause, that's great," he tells me to come down and check out the recording he made that shows me on the platform with the background music and all of that,

"Looks good to me," I say and he has me go back up to sing something else,

"Which song?" He asks me and I walk up the steps back up to the platform,

"No Rainbows," I say and he shoots me a thumbs up. I pick the positioning this time, laying down parallel to what will be the crowd on the platform, microphone to my lips, "We don't like to make the right decisions," I sing softly along with the background music, "Clearly, we enable our addictions," I sing it in a sort of sad tone, "Fendi on our kicks, get offended, you get the message," I sort of sigh the last word, "We don't live the life that we say we do in our pictures," I let my voice dip low before I start to get up, facing the imaginary crowd, "There's no rainbows, just white lines," I sing, eyes closed, feeling the music, "Your friends don't stay close, just waste time," I open my eyes and reach my arm out like I'm grabbing the stars in the night sky, "Even though we'll never get to heaven, we sing hallelujah," I riff "hallelujah" and that's when I hear applause, I turn and my eyes meet Christian's,

"You have a beautiful voice," he says and I rush down the steps, letting Jesse and Pat review the footage they taped to see if they like it while I jump into Christian's arms,

"Where have you been?" I ask, frowning like a little kid who's upset,

"I got you food, you hungry monster," he laughs and he puts me down, going to grab the food, "Eat up," he smiles and we sit down to eat for a little. I hear my voice on the recording on Pat's computer while I eat and cringe,

"What?" Kras asks and I swallow,

"I hate listening to my voice on recording when the background music isn't all there, you know?" I ask and he laughs,

"Your voice is beautiful, so no, I don't know," he says, taking a bite of his food and calling the other guys over to eat,

"It's gonna be a great closing show for the tour tonight guys," Jesse says and we all nod our agreement,

"So are you guys gonna be taking a later plane tomorrow?" Clinton asks and Pat nods,

"Yeah, we wanted to stay a bit later and check things out, eat food, Brazil's awesome," he says and we continue eating, the awkward silence strangely not awkward since we're all starving,

"Well, what time does our plane leave?" I ask Clinton and he takes a sip of his beer,

"6:45 tomorrow morning, so we're on a bit of a schedule," he says and I groan,

"Someone wake me up," Christian says and I laugh,

"You know I'll be dead to the world at that ungodly hour," I say and we all laugh a bit before we finish our food and get back to practicing and singing and all that. When we're done, we have about 3 hours before the show so I go back to the hotel and take a nap, exhausted from just practicing. I fall asleep on the bed and about an hour and a half later, I wake up and take a shower, getting my clothes on and spraying some cologne on before I get my shoes on and fill a huge water bottle up with some ice and grabbing two extra plastic bottles in case the guys want some. Christian comes over looking handsome as ever and I give him a quick kiss,

"You smell good," he whispers and I give him a smile before we leave the hotel room and head out to the taxi that's waiting for us. Once we get into the car, I squeeze Christian's hand as we speed off. Tonight's the last night, we're gonna make it count.