The Next morning all of my shit was packed, the guys were passed out, and I was waiting for a taxi to the airport.
"I'm gonna miss you kid." Steve, our driver, said as the taxi pulled up. I stood up and saluted him.
"I'll miss you too, see you next tour man." I said, walking off the bus. I didn't want to say goodbye to anyone. That's why I'm up at 4 o'clock in the fucking morning. The drive to the airport was long and silent. When we got there, I payed the driver and got out without a word. I was withholding any emotion, because god knows I would fall apart utterly and completely. I did all the stupid airport shit that didn't as long as usual due to lack of people and sat in a chair with a hour and a half to spare. Lovely. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"Hello there."
"Holy SHIT!" I think I jumped about three feet in the air. I looked over at the less then imposing dude next to me. I gave him a look and he chuckled.
"Quite sorry about that." I detected a british accent, a very very attractive one. The guy was pretty average looking though, nothing spectacular. But GOD, that voice.
"I might forgive you once I recover from my heart attack." I mumbled. He chuckled and shrugged. "And who might you be?" I asked.
"Daniel, yourself?" He said. That's a really british name.
"Phoenix." I said, smiling.
"Well Phoenix, what in the bloody hell are you doing here at 5:00 in the mornin." I chuckled and sighed.
"I didn't want to have to say bye to my hungover band."
"You're in a band are you?" He said raising an eyebrow. I chuckled and nodded.
"We're on tour, I need to head home for something though."
"Anybody i've ever heard of?" I looked him over. He was wearing a plain black v neck and regular blue jeans.
"Probably not.....We're The Southern Rebellion." He cocked his head to the side.
"Can't say I have, but it must be fantastic." He wrote down out name in the notebook on his lap and winked at me.
"Can't wait to hear your voice." I raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think I sing?" He blushed slightly. "I am the oh so mystical lead guitarist." He coughed awkwardly. I laughed and shook my head. "I know, I know. The girls are usually the lead singers, I'm aware." He smiled apologetically.
"Sorry about that love." I shrugged. We talked for about half an hour. An anouncment came over the intercom and he stood. "It was a pleasure meeting you Phoenix, but I have to go. Take care." I smiled and waved. When he walked away I dropped my smile. God, talking to people is exhausting. I sighed heavily and plugged my head phones in. My heart was sinking lower as time went by. I was thinking about Danny and I was thinking about Austin and the band and Tyler, Katrina, and James. Andy is the only one who knows besides my family. God, I hope they aren't pissed. The time went by excessively slowly. When my flight was finally called I almost cheered. I hurried to my gate and gave the lady my ticket. I got to my seat and put my carry on in the cabinet above. I sat down and unpaused my music. The flight from Washington State to Atlanta is a long one.
*
My flight was relatively peacfully besides the constant vibrating of my phone that started at 7:30 am and ended at 12:30pm. I didn't look at them, I'll call them later. Well....I dialed Austin's number catiously. I have 5 missed calls from him and around 20 texts.
"Hello?"
"...Hey."
"Phoenix?! What the fuck?! Where are you?!" He exclaimed, I couldn't tell if he was pissed or worried. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
