When the World Listens - Duran Duran

Chapter 4, Part 5 - You're Not Jim!

“I think you all need to sober up. I mean, what were you thinking getting this high on a concert day? You aren’t Jim Morrison. If you pass out on stage, I am not helping you off. So I think…” Rich continued on, but the band’s ears stopped listening. He really believes they are just high? Jack began to regret going to Rich for help. Jack didn’t realise it until this point, but he genuinely believed that they had all swapped bodies.
As soon as Nick began to cry again, Rich stopped talking and rolled his eyes like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Although Rich found it really strange that Andy was crying, he never cries, he kept on pushing the idea that they were just too high. Though, Nick is usually the only one to sob his eyes out when he’s high.
“Ok. I think it's time to sober up,” Rich said with exasperation.
“Bup Bup.” He ushered them out of the room. He was going to lead them to the courtyard to take them for a walk, but then he started rethinking his conclusion. I mean, It's really weird that every one of them agreed that they had all swapped bodies and he had been around these boys for so long, he knows how they act, and they were certainly acting out of character. When he looked over to who he thought was John, he noticed that he was biting his nails. But that's weird. John would never bite his nails. In fact, he had told Rich explicitly that he doesn't bite his nails because bitten nails aren't attractive. There is one member of the band who bites his nails. Andy.
Finally, Rich stopped in his conquest for sobriety. Another moment of silent contemplation fell upon him. Jack had a glimmer of hope sprout in his crazed head. As long as Rich understood what was happening, they would get away from this mess.
“You lads aren't high, are you?” Rich asked with surprising calmness. Simon turned to face him.
“Well, that's what I told you, isn't it?” This reaction from “Roger” only solidified his doubts. Rich stood there for about two minutes. Another one of his moments of contemplation.
“Holy shit,” he let slip from his loose mouth. Jack began to realise that Rich was just a person like himself. If Jack didn't know what to do, then how would Rich?
“I…I need to tell Michael and Paul!” Rich spat out in fear.
“NO,” Jack yelled.
“No,” he repeated faintly. He grabbed Rich's arm and dragged him away from the band.
“We can't tell anyone else. If this gets out into the public… man, I don't even know what would happen. This is a real problem, Rich. What the fuck do we do?” Jack rambled. His hand trembled as he brought it up to his head. He brushed back his unkempt hair.
“We cannot cancel this concert. This-this is a big concert we can’t just–”
“Just shut up for a second!” Rich yelled.
“Jeez,” Rich whispered while looking over at the five young men who were on the brink of losing their minds.
“The two of us need to stay calm,” he paused to take a breath. “Because if we don’t, all of this, whatever it is, is all gonna go to hell and they’re gonna lose their fucking minds and we would have to cancel the concert.” Jack started to protest but no words came out. In the end, he knew Rich was right. If they want to get through this, they need to be the adults and keep their cool. Rich gave Jack a fearful nod before he walked toward the quivering musicians. Jack slowly followed him over to the people he had just been put in charge of. Rich took a second to gather his words.