Until the Sky Falls

This ain't a scene

Tuesday 13th March, 2007

Montreal City Stadium

Sound check

4 PM

Marly

"Hey, Marly!  Have you seen David?" 

"Oh, Seb.  Nope, I haven't.  Hasn't he shown up?" 

I was standing in the middle of a pile of rubbish in the Simple Plan dressing room, attempting to find Pierre's guitar pick.  He vehemently insisted that he'd dropped it on his way into the dressing room.  I'd believe that too.  Pierre had a habit of losing things, especially if he needed them at the time.  Just this morning when we had to go to the Guild to plead my case Pierre had misplaced my file.  We had spent half an hour looking for it.  Eventually Pierre had found it under the bed; it had fallen down the backboard.  But, by the time he had it in his hands he was so frustrated that he was almost jumping out of his skin. 

We had gone to the Guild with Pierre in such a state of agitation that when we had fronted the panel they automatically adjourned the case for another day.  They weren't going to deal with Pierre until he had calmed down.  I really couldn't blame them. 

Arriving at MC Stadium for the band's sound check, Pierre had still been burning with furious energy.  He'd stomped around the dressing room annoying the hell out of Chuck who had been trying to get everyone ready.  Once Pierre had gone to set his levels I was able to relax. 

Sighing, I looked at Seb as he shook his head in response to my question.  "Nope.  Don't know where he is.  Damn.  Chuck's gonna be pissed." 

I smirked.  "He probably slept in."

"It's 4 PM, Marlz." 

"I know," I giggled. 

Seb raised his eyebrows.  "Do you ever sleep in that late?"

I snorted.  "If Pierre keeps me up all night."

"That doesn't count."

"Really?  Do you even know what David does all night?"

Seb rolled his eyes.  "Probably don't want to know."

I grinned then gave a small squeal of triumph.

"What?"

"Found it!" I pounced on a small triangle of yellow and black plastic buried beneath the scraps of paper sprawled across the floor. 

Seb stared incredulously as I sprang up and dashed out of the dressing room, clutching the pick in my fist.  I raced down the long corridor passing Jeff and Benji Madden as I made my way to the area directly behind the stage. 

The heavily tattooed Good Charlotte bassist blinked.  "What's her deal?"

The other man shrugged then called out after me in question.  "Marly?"

I waved back at them both.  "Found Pierre's pick!" 

The two men blinked after me but I didn't notice as I dashed through the backstage door almost colliding with Patrick. 

"Whoa there, Marlz...what's the rush?" He caught hold of my shoulder with one hand; the other was clutching a green Role Model top. 

I giggled.  "Where's Pierre?"