Downfall Of Amplification -Phan-

golden love

Dan has been inside his studio for what seems like days. He hasn't come up to his office for anything. Mike is excited. Every ten minutes he'll come out of his room to talk to me about Dan. I just wish he would come back. Dan I mean, not mike.

"Phil, look." Mike is pacing the desk in front of me. I set my pen down, any excuse to not do work is fine by me, "If Dan is recording music then, then, your life is going to get busier. So is mine. God this is exciting. We will have to get him back in the media. More press and shows and organize an ep or even an album. And during it, I'll need you to keep a good eye on Dan. Last tour he was less than perfect. He got out of hand with the alcohol and drugs and such. Now that he's older I hope he'll be better but-" Mike looks like he's about to explode. His eyes are wide open, the loneliness usually there brightened, "He's taken a liking to you, he'll listen to what you say. Wish I could say the same for myself. How do you feel about traveling?"

I shrug, "I mean, I'm fine with it."

"You better be because soon there'll be headline international tours again." Mike can barely keep himself from crying, it looks like. His phone rings and he looks disappointed to go back to work, "Okay, well, I have to take that."

"Yep." I nod because I don't know what else to do. It's almost time to go home and Dan is still stuck in the recording studio. No saying my quick goodbye to him on the roof or getting invited to binge drinking with my co-workers. He's pretty much disappeared for the past three days. I guess he's sleeping and eating in there? Or not eating at all? Maybe I should bring him something. But every time I've suggested that Mike has been the first to tell me to not break his concentration. Times like this are rare anyway.

My job is almost pointless without Dan. No one to run errands for or to bounce ideas with. Most of my job these past few days have been straight paperwork. I'm not complaining, because this job is amazing. I just miss him.

Taking my jacket off of the hanger I grab my messenger bag and exit out the door. The hallway leads to the door to the roof and a part of my heart aches at the sight of it.

God, I get attached too quickly, I can live without him.

I think of his long hair and bright eyes and my heart flutters a bit. And soon I don't have to think about it because he's in front of me. I can see him. My heart slows down and it feels like the world stopped.

It's like I've been going through Dan withdrawal and in this moment I've relapsed. I feel a breath of fresh air is knocked into me at the warmth in his eyes. They're sunken in and he smells like cigarettes and sweat. But that's who he is.

"You look tired." I comment, his back is hunched a little more than usual and his eyes have visable bags. His hair is an absolute mess, that much hasn't changed.

But his eyes are brighter than I've ever seen them before. Somehow they are glowing with a life that can't be described. He seems happy for the first time since I met him, not empty happiness but fulfilled joy, "I am but that's okay." He replies with a jagged smile, "Are you just coming into work?"

I can't help but pull my face up in a smile, "No, I'm leaving."

"What time is it?" Dan looks around confused.

"Five thirty." I remind him and he shakes his head, scratching his chin.

Dan's eyes fall down for a moment as he gets lost in thought, "I've been busy, hm."

I nod in agreement, "I wanted to go and see you but Mike said I shouldn't disturb your process."

Dan snorts, "He's a fucking idiot, if anything I don't want him there. You're welcome to come whenever. And that reminds me, do you want to do some backup tracks?"