Not such great trip - Asking Alexandria; Ben Bruce, Danny Worsnop

Part seven.

Ben's p.o.v.;

I see her coming out on stage. Playing every night through another weeks. Our tour is almost finished. There's only two weeks left. She's gone somewhere deep. Talking rarely, noticing not many.

Constant emptiness in her eyes. Danny was hurt. She wouldn't talk to him too.

She just separated from everything, even from fans. Hiding under her jacket, wrapping it tightly around her skinny body. I think she lost some of her weight, but that's touring life.

She walks out onstage and looks at the crowd. Then she grabs her mic.She opened her eyes and whispered.

"I'm so cold."

That made me shiver. Chills wouldn't go off of me. That was scary. The whole show went well, but she wouldn't move away from the mic, not taking it even out. Then they walked off.

I reached out my hand to catch her wrist. But I was late and all I could feel were her cold fingers.

"Ben, get the fuck on stage, now!"

"I can't."

"Shut up and GO!" someone screamed and pushed me out. I had to play our show.

Right after it I ran out of the venue, with sweat still on me. She wasn't there.

Today is a nice, festival day. Around 20 bands walking around the place and drinking, nice weather. There were some clouds but it's far away from rain. We're not playing today, but tomorrow. A day of having some rest sounds good. Especially I have some serious issues with sleeping recently. I'm fucking enough of these dreams.

After a really long time we can finally meet some of the bands, have a talk and maybe a drink or two finally. I'm in a good mood so far. There were first band playing in a few minutes, so we could just sit and watch them. After 3 bands me and Danny decided to go to the side of the stage and watch who's next.

I froze as I saw Laney on the opposite side of the stage. I felt bad seeing her. From feeling of instant fault, I went straigtly into rejection of her person. I don't want it. But it's nice to listen to her, her voice is amazing and delicate.

After their last song it became silent. Laney came back to her mic.

"I'd like to show you our new song. I wrote it last night and forced guys to practice, it's pretty raw. But I hope you enjoy it." She smiles just a little but. But there was no sun in her smile.

"Thank you so much." She added quietly as the music started.

My jaw dropped as I heard acoustic guitar sound connecting with an old, fender sound. Drums filled the melody with perfection giving it a slow, rock and roll flow. That song was fucking amazing.

Then the lyrics hit me with verse..

"I hear a bell

When stepping to hell

I'm gone, deep gone.

Writing my heart out on paper

For so long trying to get it back

I burned out my soul"

Chills ran all over me, up and down. That's when chorus started.

"It's such struggle to write my last words

With feeling of Death that came

Breathing hardly on my back

I fall into my grave