The concert started out great. Me and Josh were behind the curtains and of course the spotlight was on us. The fans were going crazy and screaming our names. This was it. This was the concert that ended our friendship.
I had just come out of the hamster ball during 'Guns for hands' and sat down at the piano to start 'Tear in my heart' when I heard more people than usual screaming my name from the same direction. I pulled down my glasses so I could see properly and looked for where it was coming from. There was a massive huddle around someone who had passed out onto the floor. Luckily she got pulled back up, regained consciousness, drank someone's water and said she was okay. I told the crowd that if they see anyone knocked down or hurt then they need to help them out. I looked at Josh in confusion and he gestured me to carry on. He never really spoke on stage- that's what I loved about him.
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As soon as I looked back over to the crowd I realised she had passed out and was once again lying on the floor. I stood up and took my shades off again. I pointed at the audience and said- "Who's hurt? Who needs to get out?" One of the security guards pointed a torch at them but I was annoyed because he had just pointed at like ninety people all at once. I eventually figured out who it was and told everyone to make a path through to the left hand side bars as people clambered to pick her up. Her beanie had fallen off and she had dropped her iPod. "She needs to go. She's passed out." I said hastily. They eventually got her over the bar and onto a wheelchair. She was right next to Josh's drums but I don't think that had quite hit her yet. Her eyes were open and I assume she could hear everything too. They were just staring at each other but neither of them were smiling. She was whisked into the medical room and never seen again. It's a shame she never got to see the rest of the show- that's the best part.
