Truce [tøp short]

nøw the night is cøming tø end

Tyler stood in an empty arena, looking over to the side of the stage where Josh was supposed to be drumming on his kit that sat on a platform. A tear escaped his eye.
     He walked over to his side of the stage where his synth sat on a homemade up-right stand and sat on the stool. He looked at the empty seats where the clique were supposed to be, singing along to the songs that would soon be long gone.
     'We were supposed to do our first show for the tour today,' he thought, 'but I couldn't help him.'
     He turned the piano on, and to his surprise, it was plugged in.
     His fingers started pressing on keys, playing a song he knew all too well.
     He took a deep breath looking at Josh's side of the stage.
     "Now, the night is coming to an end." he sang, fighting back the tears that were miraculously forming in his tear ducts. He thought he had used up all of them last night when he heard the news.