Dan's POV
"We have a concert tonight. Here in Los Angeles, California. In America! We've dreamed of coming here, and now it's our 3rd time here. It's kinda crazy really. Especially since I never thought I'd be here now." I tell the interviewer.
She nods, "So are you nervous?"
"Of course I'm nervous! I might need a beer to get out there." I laugh.
Everyone else laughs too. "Dan you're actually pretty funny." the interviewer says.
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Will you come out after the concert is over?"
"Um maybe. I don't know. It depends. Most likely. Maybe..."
"So that's a yes?"
"Not exactly..."
"So..."
I rub the back of my neck, "What I'm trying to say is I don't know for sure yet. I'm pretty exhausted."
"Oh okay." the interviewer laughs. "That was Dan Smith from Bastille everybody."
I wave at the camera. When they are done shooting I hug the interviewer and shake the cameraman's hand.
"This concert feels weird in a way. I have this weird feeling in my gut." I say.
"You're just nervous." Kyle says.
"Yeah, but it feels like someone's watching me." I look around cautiously.
"Everyone's watching you. There's nothing to worry about."
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Daniel in the Basement
FanfictionIt happened in a flash. No one saw a thing. At first it was loud. Then quiet. Then dark. Then he was gone. No one knows where he is except for me. So where is Daniel Smith? In. My. Basement.
