|Vienna|
There were a couple of signs. If not, more of them than I had caught. Maybe I was too busy being mindful of the thousand-foot cliff looming in front of me to realise that I was actually standing in the middle of a sinkhole.
"Hey. I, uhm, just realised you left me messages. My phone's kinda fucked. And I kinda have this thing with, uhm, the client we met the other day. You, uhm, remember Grace? Let me know when it's nice to talk. I'll talk to you as soon as I get my phone fixed. Okay? Uhm, bye."
I wasn't sure if I was happy that I finally heard from Seth or if I was sad considering that was the only voicemail I've received from him in the span of ten days since I left.
"Yo, Vienna! Hello? You're zoning out!" Benji waved his hand in front of my face. "Are you coming with us?"
"Oh, sorry," I murmured, shoving my phone in the pocket of my cardigan. "Yeah. Are we ready to go?"
"Everything alright then?" Mike asked.
"Yeah. Yep," I nodded, trying to force a smile.
I was perched on the sofa, in the smoking room, at the back of the band's tour bus with the boys. Since the band was not due to play on the BMI Stage at ACL in a couple more hours, the boys had decided to roam around and check out other acts that were playing for a bit, to kill the remaining time.
Mike was sitting next to me, trying to convince Van to pull out from ACL since Van's voice has gone from bad to worse.
"We're not pulling the gig," Van croaked in his seat, with a cigarette between his fingers.
"But you're voice is really fucked," Mike said.
"Have you seen the crowd outside? We're at fucking ACL and I am not going to fucking pull out of this one," Van gestured to the window behind Mike and I. His voice was far raspier than usual.
"Alright, sern. Looks like your mind's made up," Mike resigned, looking at Bondy and Dan.
"You sure about this, Van?" Dan asked.
Van nodded and continued to smoke. I glanced over at him, and saw how worried he looked. I was surprised that he was still smoking like it was another way to breathe when his voice was sounding like a disposal pipe.
"I don't know what to do," Van sighed.
"Eat some marshmallows," I told him. Every one in the room then looked at me like I have spoken in some weird, alien language.
"It helps!" I told them.
"Okay, that's a first," Mike chuckled.
"No, I am serious. Try it."
"Twenty quid it's bonkers," Bondy said.
"I have marshmallows," Benji laughed as he took out a bag of marshmallows from the compartment above of Van's seat.
"Why are you encouraging her, mate?" Van chuckled.
"Try it. You wont die or anything," I told Van.
"I am more worried about losing my voice completely if I eat that thing," Van shot a glance at me.
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