I try to go back to sleep for about half an hour, but then I realize that it's no good and I simply get out of the bunk. As I sit around, waiting for the others to wake up, I curse my weird brain for never sleeping past nine, no matter how late I went to bed last night. Now I'm going to be exhausted the entire day. I look out through the window and see the beautiful weather. Why am I sitting here now again? I'm sure it will take at least another hour for anyone else to wake up so I might as well do something. I find a hoodie lying around and so I put it on together with my shoes and head out.
The air is fresh and it's a little cold so I pull the hood up and start walking. I go past the backstage area and pass the main stage. Now the big area is empty, except for a couple of people sitting on the grass with beers. Apparently not everyone made it to bed last night. I get to all of the food carts and see people getting the first hamburger of the day, but most people seem to be asleep. I see a program lying on the ground so I pick it up and learn from it that it's a two day festival. As I walk around it gets lighter and people are starting to come alive and hyping for the first show of the day. Girls in high-waisted shorts and bustiers that should be freezing are hanging out with boys in band t-shirts and messy hair. There are mostly 20-something people there, but I also spot a couple of older people, and some teenagers that managed to sneak in. Music's playing and everyone is so happy, just like a big family.
As I start making my way back to the bus I see a sign with a sort of home made look, pointing to the woods on one side of the tent area. I walk a little closer to see what it says. Follow the lights to find your own. What? Then I notice fairy lights that goes from the sign and continues in between the trees. I guess you could see it better when it was dark outside, but I can't help but get curious so I follow it. It leads me through the woods for about five minutes. Then, behind a couple of bushes, I find a party. People are dancing, not like it's 10 am but like it's 2 am a Friday night. There is an indie song playing and I love the tunes after all of the heavy bass from yesterday. The little place between the trees is covered in light strands and people are wearing them around their waists and like necklaces. It's amazing. The song is catchy and it dosen't take very long until I start to dance, just like everyone else. I spin, through my hands up, give my hips a wave, clap my hand... Gotta be the best way to start a day.
After a while I reluctantly leave and get back to the bus. Ben and Glen are sitting at the table, having coffee.
"Hey, Carrie. Where have you been?" Ben asks.
"Oh, I just went for a walk. This place is amazing! Love festivals."
"Yep, tell my head that" Glen jokes. I pour my self a cup of tea and take a seat in the sofa. No one really has anything to say so we just sit there, them trying to wake up and I am just drinking my tea. After a while I get bored though, and I spot a Canon lying on the table. I've always wanted one, but they are a bit too expensive for me, considering I'm not that big of a photographer.
"May I?" I ask and nod to the camera.
"Yeah, sure, it's Dan's but he doesn't mind." Glen says before taking another zip of coffee. I pick up the camera and weigh it in my hands. The lens isn't really that huge and I turn it on and focus on my feet while I zoom in and out, trying to get the perfect sharpness, changing it from focusing on my feet to the floor, to the edge of the sofa. I accidentally hit the button and take a picture. I find the button to see the picture and then delete it. When I delete it the last taken pictures shows. I blink a few times out of surprise when I see myself in the picture. It takes a few seconds for me to place it, and then I realize that it's from backstage before the show yesterday. I look to the right, and my eyes are so... Light. This is nothing like the pictures I've seen of myself lately. Facebook manage to always show my worst side, and even if I've done my hair and makeup, there is no picture that compares to this one. Even though my face isn't perfect, and don't even get me started on hair, I got a huge smile on my face and a wonder in my eyes. Like I'm looking at something beautiful for the very first time. Like I for the very first time see something that makes me happy. I smile and think back on that moment. The picture is perfect, not only because Dan seems to be an amazing photograph with the perfect sharpness and the fuzzy background, but because it captured everything I felt in that moment. Something that I haven't felt for a very long time. An absolutely mad, crazy, reckless idea pops up in my head. What if... I didn't go back. What if I did this all the time? I could help, I could... See the fans. Give out tickets. Make sure everything runs smooth. I could figure out what I want. And I can't imagine a better place to heal, than this. A world full of music.
Mark walks in and interrupt my thoughts. "G'morning." We all say good morning back and he takes a seat next to Ben. After a while a man comes into the bus and he shakes hands with all of the lads. Ben go to wake the rest of the crew up and they all get there and take a seat over a cup of coffee.
"So, Tucson next up. We got a five thousand crowd, sold out. And guys, it's hot down there." the guy says. He talk about their next gig and everyone listens. When he is done and eveyone know what's next he turns to me. "Danny have been telling me about you. Are you okay?"
I nod. "Yes, I'm fine. It's so nice of you to let me come with you."
The man looks a little bit worried. "Ehm... Yes, but it was just for a gig, right? Not meaning to sound rude."
"I don't know... I mean if I am any trouble I guess I can go back home but, if it's possible I would like to stay a bit longer..." I bite my lower lip as I look around at everyone. Danny looks mostly happy. "I could help, I could make sure everything runs smooth... Whatever you need me to do. Also I really like the whole musician-thing and so maybe I could stay as a trainee...?"
The man thinks for a while before he says anything. I can almost touch the tenseness in the air, or maybe that's just me being nervous. "Well, if Danny thinks he can stay responsible for you, and if you don't mind sleeping on the sofa the nights that it's needed, I don't see why it wouldn't work."
I look over at Danny and it feels like a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders when I see that he is smiling a big smile. "I take full responsibility for this lunatic." he says with a laugh.
"Well, then it's decided. For a while forward you are going to come with us. Tucson next!"
Everyone start to get dressed and the line for the showers is forming. I stand up and go wait for the bathroom. When it's my turn I plan on making it quick so the person after me have some warm water. The bathroom is so minimal that you almost have to stand on the toilet to take a shower. When I see myself in the mirror I almost laugh out loud. I look like a smaller version of Danny, with my dark hair up in a bun and his t-shirt. And since I've used his shampoo my hair also smell like him. I take a quick shower and then use the extra towel that Danny loaned me. The same pants and shirt will just have to do for now. Then I walk out and grab a copy of someones book that I find laying around, and set up for the journey.
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Safe outside - A The Script fanfic
Hayran KurguWhen young Carrie's parents die in a car accident her life completly turns upside down. She is adopted by a couple, that later also die. Does someone want Carrie dead? And if so, is she responsible for four peoples death? Will Danny be able to help...