Then You Were There (Markiplier)

Chapter 3

Ash POV

"Hey Ash we gotta talk."

"Yeah sure, hold on I'm gonna change real quick cause this shirt is sticking to me and it's very uncomfortable."

"I can't really hold on, it's really important." Andrew had a serious face which was pretty unusual. It kind of worried me but I tried to calm myself because it was probably nothing.

"Okay then, what's up".

"Here's the thing. I'm leaving." He didn't look at me when he said this. I had a sigh of relief. "Oh yeah that's cool, we're not going to have anymore gigs up here, we're-"

"No," He interrupted "Ash, I mean I'm leaving the band."

"Oh." That's all I could say. That's all I knew what to say. What did this mean for Death Valley? We don't have a bass player anymore

"I'm sorry. I just need to move on and really live. I'm not like you. Music isn't everything to me like it is to you, I want to move on and maybe have a real job."

A real job? This is a real job! I was furious, pissed, angry, yet sad. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even look at him.

"Ash, it's not you guys, it's me."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You make it seem like you're breaking up with me." I said.

"I basically am, you live and breath Death Valley. Sorry to break up with you again."

Yeah, I went out with him in high school, that's how I found out he played bass. It just didn't work out and it was a mutual thing, nothing we were sad about, well I wasn't.

"Yeah well this time you're actually breaking my heart." I said. I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. My mind was racing. I didn't know what to do. Nobody I know plays bass. Damnit. Death Valley is doomed.

"I'm really sorry, Ash, I really am." He looked sad, couldn't tell if it was a mask just to look sad or he actually felt that way.

"It's all good. We'll figure something out. You'll be missed though." I smiled and hugged him and watched him walk out of the club. Once I saw him walk out, I cried. I just cried.

After standing and crying for probably 5 minutes, I tried to collect myself and change. Sarah and Josh were already in the club and drinking probably, but I just stayed in the back by the bathrooms. There was a couch there and so I sat there. All alone. And started crying again.

I didn't really care who saw, it's not like anyone cared enough to ask or care. People kept walking by and not caring. I was used to it, but still, even when you expect no one to care, you still wish at least someone would come and just ask if you're okay.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Wow, someone actually cared maybe.

I looked up. It was the guy with the rad red hair in the crowd. He smiled, I guess to try to calm me down, surprisingly it worked. He had a really nice smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"You're Ash, right? The guitarist who threw a pick at me?" He asked.

I laughed, something that I really needed right now, "Yeah, that's me."

"I'm Mark, and you're not okay, are you?"

"No, I'm really not, but I don't wanna just ramble on and on cause you probably have somewhere else better to be".

"Eh, I don't, now spill." He sounded familiar, his voice was deep, but very familiar.

"Well, my bassist, Andrew, just quit and I don't know what to do because I don't know another bassist other than me, but then if I play bass, then we need another lead guitarist, which I don't know where to find, so I'm basically doomed." I said, still heart broken. Gosh, I feel like a high schooler getting her heart broken for the first time.

"Damn that sucks, I'm so sorry. Do you need a hug? I've been told I'm a great hugger."

I laughed. I really did need a hug right now, so I nodded and he hugged me. Damn, he was a great hugger.