I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

A Drunk Mans Word are a Sober One's Thoughts

I laid back down in my bunk and hoped for Dover to text me, but he never did. I was eventually ushered into a really small, and musty-smelling venue with the bands. The back stage of the venue was dark, making it hard to see who was who in the bands, because they all had a wardrobe of pure black.

James strutted over to me, and sat on an old out of order speaker beside me. "Have you ever considered performing?" He asked.

"Me? No," I laughed and shook my head. "Only on my guitar. Never anything solo,"

James played with his drum sticks, and tapped them on my knees and his own. "I only assumed because you're a Biersack," He smiled.

"Guitar's my thing," I shrugged and grinned back to him.

"You sound like Ben," He coughed and raised an eyebrow at me.

"That might be the single rudest thing anyone's ever said to me," I nudged him, as CC Coma came over to us as well.

"Show's in 15 minutes," CC stuck out his tongue and tapped his drum sticks on James's head.

"Thanks mate. Are my drums set up?" James's accent fucked with his pronunciation of "drums". It sounded more like "drooms".

"I think so," CC pulled at the curtain and peaked his head through. Screams echoed through the small pub, and CC wretched himself back quickly. "Yep," His eyes widened and he laughed as he walked back towards Ash and Jinxx.

"Ben's not that bad of a guy, you know," James nudged me.

"Ben's a dick," I shot.

""Ben's saved Danny's life more than once. Not to mention all of our asses, countless times I feel. Not to mention; we wouldn't be a band without him," James shrugged.

"I don't want his back story. I hate him," I laid down the law to James and he sighed.

"Alright fine. Be that way," He laughed.

"What does it mean when a guy says he'll text you "later tonight", James?" I asked him awkwardly. I really wanted to talk to Dover right now.

"That he'll text you later tonight," James laughed at me, and I rolled my eyes. "Why?"

"There's a guy I might like a little. He said he'd text me later tonight, but it's been a fucking while," I shrugged and blushed.

"What's his name?" James sang and nudged my shoulder.

"Dover," I grinned and looked away, hoping no one else could hear me.

James paused and grimaced. "That's a strange name. Is he American?"

"I don't know?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I know that sounds weird," James laughed and stood up, grasping his drum sticks in one hand. "That's just not a common name. Especially not around the East Coast of the U.S.,"

"He talks like you guys," I agreed.

"So you've heard his voice? That should give away where he's from," James laughed.

"Well, no. I just mean the way he types. He says wanker, and other Brit things," I chuckled and James looked at me with fake offence.

"Little wanker," He smiled and Ben came from out of no where and hit his back.

"We're on mate," Ben ignored me, and swung his guitar over his shoulder, pulling James away for the stage.

"I'll talk to you after the show, Blair!" James called to me as the group ran onto stage.