Fall Away

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Five minutes left.... Josh thought for the millionth time as his drumsticks skillfully tapped his leg at a quick pace. Tyler was putting paint on his neck silently. Usually he'd be talking or telling Josh to do something but he's just silent. To silent. It's unnerving him being this way.

~Josh~

"Hey dude do I look ok?" I decided was a good question to ask. It seems like Tyler usually has something to say about how I look.

"Y-Yeah, you look good." Tyler's eyes only glanced over me before he averted them elsewhere. His voice was so quiet I barely heard him, what's wrong with him? Did I do something wrong?

"Thanks, you look nice to." I smiled at him hoping for one in return only to be ignored. The only visible expression on his face is almost... Terrified. What is he scared of? This isn't his first show or anything, he's more than used to performing.

"Tyler, are you ok?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows slightly still tapping my steady beat quickly. If there's something wrong I feel like I have to figure it out. I don't want him doing anything to himself again.

"I'm fine now let's go we have 30 seconds to get to the stage." Tyler said putting his earpieces in as he started walking out the door adjusting his floral jacket.

Standing I followed him out the door to the side stage. As I followed I tried glancing at his wrist but they are covered in paint. What's going through that head of his? Is it because of something I did?

Running up to my platform I stood on my stool holding my drumsticks in the air. Everyone yelled a bunch of different things and some just screaming in general. As I stepped down I started the back track for Heavydirtysoul and began drumming as Tyler came on stage. Grabbing the mic he sang the words quickly and well timed. For some reason though it seemed like he wasn't there. As he walked the stage he seemed dead, unlike how usually he's cheerful and bouncing around. Right now he's just not as joyful. What's up with him?

We played through four songs and currently are playing Oh Miss. Believer and he's only occasionally glancing at the audience. Not once has he looked over at me tonight. Not even when he got a drink, just acting like I'm not there. Maybe it's because he misses Jenna. This is tour will be hard on him not getting to see her as much. Then something happens.

"I'm sorry I-I can't do this." Tyler stood up rushing off stage in a rush. Shocked I sat there looking from him to the audience then pausing the back track and jogging off stage after him.

Searching for him back stage I couldn't find him in our dressing room or bathroom. After running to our bus I found him sitting in the back hugging his knees. Walking to him he was crying, heavily. Not again... Grabbing his wrist he held them tightly against his legs preventing me from seeing them. Not again. Sitting by him he only scooted away from me. When I reached out to hug him he flinched and pulls away just shrugging me off.

Nothing hurts more than this. Him hating me, the rejection from the one person I confide in. What did I even do!? Is he in a a mood or something? Maybe it'd be best to call off the whole tour... We both aren't clicking for some reason. Well the reason is obvious he's mad at me.

"Tyler, if you want we can call off the tour." The words leaving my lips made my heart hurt ever so slightly but I knew it'd be best with him like this. Tyler finally looked over at me shaking his head slightly.

"No. I can do this, let's go." Tyler stood up wiping his eyes taking a deep breath as he walked to the door. I followed closely fingers crossed he'll feel better.

When we walked back out people cheered and I noticed Tyler begin to freeze up again but he pushed through. Tyler picked up the mic he had dropped earlier and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry everyone, if it's fine with you I'd like to retry." Everyone cheered for him and I clapped as well cheering him on. Right now he's needing support but I'm still questioning what's wrong with him.

Tyler had walked back by me getting a drink then signaling for me to take my ear plugs out to hear him. Right now it's between songs and he's finally going to talk to me.

"Let's do Isle Of Flightless Birds." Tyler said avoiding looking at me. Nodding I turn on the back track for it then he leaves. Great pep talk.

As I started playing he sang softly. Not as confidently as usual and not as energetic as usual. The thoughts in his head will eat him alive if someone doesn't figure them out before its to late. This isn't the Tyler I'm in Twenty One Pilots with, this is Blurryface.

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