You Don't Care About Us.

Just To Hold You.

Brian felt like an ass.

Why did he treat Emilia like that? He didn't know the answer himself. The looks his friends have him weren't great either. One by one each of them left, leaving a few roadies including Rebecca.

"Let's go dancing! I saw a gay bar on the way here and considering half of our crew swings the other way I thought we'd go!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"No, Rebecca, most of us are tired. The tour has been hectic, but feel free to go."

"Tired?! No one has done a thing! I've done everything and no one helped me. They just stood around and judged me."

Matt bit his tongue. He so badly wanted to say a piece of his mind but considering that he loved his job he had to be professional. "Becca, go if you want. But be ready for tomorrow morning." Their manager said.

"Brian?" She said hopeful.

Brian chugged the last of his drink and shook his head. "Count me out. I'm tried and I have to rest my voice. Drinking damages."

Rebecca rolled her eyes and got up, ready to throw a tantrum. "Well I guess. I can see in not wanted so I'll go by myself." Half way through the dark restaurant she turned and loudly said, "Don't be surprised if I show up dead on the news!" And walked out.

Brian shook his head and shrugged. "I'm going to the bus."

"I'll tag along. I told Emilia I'd meet her there." May said catching the singer's attention.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"She went to grab food, but she should be on her way. I already called her so I know she's near by."

They silently made their way back to the bus where most of the team was already resting. Brian walked by Emilia's bunk but found it empty.

Note: I decided to publish this because it's been here forever. Maybe I'll start up writing again. Who knows?