And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

You are now a 24 year old woman. . . (called y/name)

"Look, I know, I understand and everything but I just can't..." you hold your breath, waiting for an answer.

"But (y/name), it makes it even more special if you are there! We need you!"

"I'm sorry. Unless I can work for you, I can't leave my current job to go and see the gig!" you hang up. It is a matter of time before your phone flashes up again. *buzz* "Alright, I'll get Sam or something to arrange for you to work backstage or something, just please arrive here before 8pm!x" Slamming your soft fingers down onto the glass screen, you type out a reply.

"Okay okay, I'll be on my way" you send the message then abandon the phone. "Right, I need everything I normally bring..." you say to yourself as you drag out a soft blue suitcase from under your bed. *buzz* "Oh not again!" you say out loud, and walk towards the phone. "...thanks :)"

You don't bother to reply, as you would rather get to the tour bus on time. A few minutes later, you are confortablely sat in a small, red, VW Golf. Your hand automaticly slams the keys into the keyhole and starts the car up. Aggressive exhaust noises fill your ears as you start to drive...