This Pressure Is Overwhelming

Chapter 3

Kyle's POV:

It was late morning when Dan came downstairs to where the rest of us were.

We weren't really doing anything exciting. Both Will and I were playing a video game while Woody was sitting beside us drumming on his legs, this was going on for a few hours.

"Hey guys." The front man greeted.

All of us looked up from what we were doing to see a tired, messy haired man, giving us a half yawn.

"What's up, man?!" Will asked excitingly, jumping up from his seat.

"Uhh...nothing really, just seeing what you guys were doing." At the end of that sentence he gave another half yawn and took a seat on the recliner, opposite from the couch.

"We aren't doing anything either, we're about two hours away from Boston so we're just killing time." Woody spoke up, silencing his hands for a second, then starting a new beat.

He nodded, "Cool."

Will walked towards the fridge, "'guys want breakfast?"

"Mmm, yes please!" I groaned.

"Of course you do, Kyle, you're always hungry." Woody joked. "But yeah, I definitely could use some breakfast, what're you making?"

"I was thinking pancakes with bacon and eggs. Since we're on our American tour, I think we should have an American breakfast." Will said triumphantly.

"Well get to it then! I can literally feel my ribs!"

"Obviously Kyle, they're bones, we all can feel them." Woody then proceeded to poke Kyle in the ribs, making him let out a girlish screech.

Dan was silent through this whole ordeal, though he did chuckle a bit at Kyle. All the band mates took notice, but silently agreed to not mention it, to give him a little slack.

Finally breakfast was ready. The band all sat at the table, joined with the rest of the crew minus the driver, Devon. Everyone stacked their plates full, except Dan. His contained one small pancake, a piece of bacon, and one egg. Not enough to fill most six foot tall men up. And yet, he still was just nibbling on it.

Again though, no one mentioned it, that is, until almost everyone was done. All could feel the tension of the rest of the band, so the rest just hurry and ate, then left just as quickly.

I was staring intently between Dan and his small meal that barely had a dent.

"So, what does everyone want to do once we get to Boston?" Will said breaking the tension.

"Uhh," I hesitated. "I was thinking Dan and I could hang out for a bit and we all can meet up for dinner."

Before Will could answer, Woody spoke up. "Sounds good, hey Will we can check out the harbor or even the Navy Yard, I've heard it's definitely worth seeing."

Will smiled. "Alright, where should we go to eat?"

I looked up places near where they would be staying. "There's a place called Clovers about ten minutes away from the Hotel."

Everyone agreed and decided to get ready since they were going to get to their hotel in thirty minutes or so.

Dan's POV:

I was kneeling by my bunk packing up his clothes and remaking his bed. A lot of thoughts have been going through my head all morning. That dream really freaked me out, what did it mean? Why did it scare me so much? What was that thing? Something was definitely wrong with me, that I know. Having these dreams over and over again have been adding to my stressful state. It felt that if it continues on like this I'm going to get gray hair or loose it completely! No. That's not going to happen anytime soon, both my mom and dad still have all their hair and didn't start getting gray hair till at least thirty five.