The doors had only just opened and the arena was already so full of fans... We all had little peaks to the side to see just how many there actually were and it was mad how packed a small place like this could be. A lot of people were already getting angry and pissy about the small spaces of room and started arguments but there was no physical problems yet...
Our supporters were about to go on on and everyone was getting pumped up around the back, but I didn't really participate in any of the warm ups... I had a couple snacks to keep me going but I wasn't really feeling like I needed the buzz.
"You okay?" Jeremy asked me above the loud cheers of all the crew.
I nodded and grabbed a beer from the table. I threw the lid down and drank as much as I could within one take. I gulped the whole drink down before realising that everyone's eyes were on me, clapping along whilst chanting "Zeeko" repetitively.
The crowd began to get louder as the house lights went down, in the arena, and I could just about see the light from the balcony. And I could just about see Rainey.
She stood right at the front with her hand on her face. I couldn't see much but the hand was defiantly there. Her friend stood by the side on her and spoke to her before she walked through the crowd behind her and disappeared, to then reappear seconds later through the downstairs door with her hand still attached to her face. She hurried over in the direction of the bathroom but got knocked by a couple of young girls and it threw her hand away from her face. Gushes of blood ran down her nose and covered her hands. She quickly covered her nose back up and went into the bathroom, shoving it open with her shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay, I don't think I've even seen you scan the crowd so thoroughly before..." Mikey came up by the side of me with two beers in his hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied, with my eyes on the bathroom door.
"Really? You seem a little distracted..."
"Do I? I'm not."
"Is it nerves...?"
"No, it's not."
No one had entered or even left the toilet for a solid five minutes so if I did want to do something, I had my chance.
I jogged around the back of the stage, with my head down, and went through the exit of the back of the building to swing around to the front and enter again. I nodded at the guards at the front and held my backstage pass up, which I then tucked into my hoodie and ran towards the girls bathroom.
The door swung open and some girls walked out, laughing amongst themselves, not giving me a second glance.
The bathrooms were defiantly nicer than the guys but they were still shitty club bathrooms. At the sink, there was rolls of loo roll covered in blood scrunched up everywhere. The tap was running and steaming up the dirty mirrors. I heard sniffing from the stall and then more roll being pulled out. Then she came out of the cubicle with a load of tissue held to her nose.
"Zach." She said, stopping.
Her hair had fell to the front of her head, as if she had been putting it down and she only wore a sweater now. No scarf. No jacket. Just a thin sweater.
"Shit, what happened?!" I responded, looking at the new tissue that was now almost soaked in blood.
"I tripped and hit my nose and the piercing just went through something and now it won't stop fucking bleeding!" She shook her head and let out a breath. "Wait, why are you in the girls bathrooms? Don't you have nicer ones... somewhere..."
I grabbed a handful of the tissues and threw them into the bin, just next to the sinks and went into the cubicle to get a new bit for the blood.
"You don't have to help me..." She whispered.
I took the one already in her hand and replaced it with the clean one. She mouthed thank you and smiled.
"This always used to happen to me, it will dry soon." I spoke. "Did you hurt anything else?"
"Just probably bruised my knee and arm but that's not a big deal... Just concerned about the gallons of blood pouring out of my nose." She said and I let out a laugh.
I hadn't noticed how small she actually was, but she really was. Like a head or something in difference.
"Though it will dry soon, so you don't have to hold tissue to your nose all night..." I smiled sympathetically.
"But then I've got to deal with the dry blood." She rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess. You should get back out there, I'll be fine."
"And so should you, your friend is probably wondering where you are..."
"She's probably out there making friends with strange people..." She laughed to herself. "I should probably get back, but thank you Zach. You're a really nice guy." She smiled and walked to the exit of the bathroom.
It had only hit me that she was so normal. She wasn't screaming over me or crying, or even asking for a picture. She was at our concert so surely she knew who we were, as shitty as that sounds. Nevertheless, it was weird to see someone so... there...
"How are you keeping it so calm?" I blurted.
She turned to face me and laughed lightly and melodically. "It's a technique, it's the only way to be remembered."
And out she went.
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Five Foot Four ((Zach Abels Fanfic))
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