Chapter 45: You play guitar?

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*Harley's P.O.V.*

"Harley! Harley!" Tyler screamed.

I woke up my with my arms around Ashley. He was woken up too. We were both nervous and quickly put our clothes back on. I emerged from my bunk quickly and saw Tyler crying and sobbing. It was only him and Cleo.

"Where's Colt?" I asked.

Tyler cried harder and Cleo tried to comfort him. She started to shed a few tears.

"What happened?" I asked, getting really nervous.

Cleo swallowed hard.

"Um, it's Colt." She said, holding back tears.

"What happened?" I asked, getting desperate.

"We g-got in a car accident-t." Tyler sobbed.

I gasped.

"No." I said, in disbelief.

"He's in really bad condition. He's not gonna be able to finish the tour." Cleo finally said.

She couldn't hold back her tears and she burst out sobbing. I covered my mouth in shock.

"No." I said.

I started crying and joined them in their crying circle. We all hugged eachother and eventually calmed down.

"We can go to the hospital and see him." Cleo finally said.

"Okay." I said.

We got in a car and went to the hospital. Thankfully it wasn't too far from the venue we were at and we arrived. When we arrived, they told us we couldn't see him because he was in surgery. We cried a little but left him a note so he knew we were there. We then went back to the bus. On our way there, we saw the wrecked car. The front was completely destroyed. I'm assuming Colt was driving because the driver's side was completely smushed. The passenger side was pretty ruined. I'm surprised Tyler and Cleo got out with only a few scrapes. We then returned to the bus and sat down in shock.

"I can't believe it..." Tyler said.

He put his head in his hands and cried some more. We all sat in shock.

"I'm just glad he's alive." Tyler said.

"Yeah, me too. But now we don't have any guitar players." Cleo said.

"Oh, shit. You're right." I said.

"And you know what else sucks?" Cleo said.

"What?" I asked.

"We have a signing today." She said.

I gasped.

"Oh my god. We do, fuck! What are gonna do?" I asked.

"Well, we have to show up." Cleo said.

"Maybe you and me can go." I said to her. "And Tyler can stay here and nap and figure things out."

He nodded and got up, heading for his bunk.

"Okay, do you wanna get ready?" Cleo asked me.

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