The Normal Heart

Chapter One

Bruno's POV
"I'll be back," I say before opening the back door and walking out of the stadium. I whip out my cigarettes and lighter, pulling out a single cig and putting it between my teeth. I light it and inhale the smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I blow it out through the side of my mouth before taking another puff. I sigh dropping my hand to the side of my body and stand there thinking.
We're about to kick off my tour tonight in Vegas and I can't wait. Performing is what I enjoy to do for all of my fans. It's what I love to do and always hope to do, but lately I haven't been into it. There's just something in the back of my head that I can't shake.
I look at the watch on my wrist checking the time, 2:35pm. Sighing once again, I take the final puff of my cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out. I walk back into the building and climb the stairs to the stage.
"Hey, you ready for sound check?" Phil asks.
"Yea I guess," I say sombrely.
"Dude what's with you lately? You're not as hyped as usual, wanna talk?" He asks me, worry seeping into his voice.
"N-no it's nothing. Forget about it. I'm fine," I say forcing some excitement in my voice.
"Alright man, I'm here if you ever need me."
I nod my head shortly before walking over to the microphone.
"Check one two three," I speak into it.
"Hey guys start Talking To The Moon," I shout back to my band members.
The music starts and I begin to sing,"I know you're somewhere out there somewhere far away. I want you back, I want you back. My neighbours think I'm crazy but they don't understand..." I began to fade out.
"Uptown Funk," I shout once again.
"This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', whilen, livin' it up in the city..." I fade out again.
"And do, ugh, Locked Out Of Heaven."
"Never had much faith in love or miracles. Never wanna put my heart on the line. Swimmin' in your world is something spiritual," I fade out for the final time.
"Aight good. Thanks. Now can I see the lighting for the opening?" I ask the lighting dude.
"Yes just one sec..." he starts and walks away.
I wait a few minutes, slowly growing impatient. Soon the lights begin to flash around the stadium to the beat of the opening drums.
"Good thanks." I say cueing for him to stop them.
We carry on checking everything for the rest of the afternoon, making sure everything is perfect for the show tonight.
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*The next morning*
I wake up with a massive head ache. Last night was hazy. I can't remember much but I remember performing, coming back to the hotel by myself and drinking some vodka. Other than that, nothing came to mind.
I decide to shower, hoping that it will help with my pounding head. I hop in and let the warm water hit my back. It immediately relaxes my muscles and I begin to clean the dirt and sweat out of my pores. I lather my body in soap and rinse, washing my hair quickly and hop out. I throw a towel around my waist and walk into the bedroom. I throw on some sweats and a t-shirt and sit on the couch. I try to rake my mind for any memories of the previous evening. Nothing. Anger takes over and I sigh and check my phone for any missed messages; 3 texts from Phil.
Hey where'd you disappear to?
Dude?
B, answer me please.
I decide to text him back and put his worries to ease.
Hey sorry. Didn't feel like hanging around long after the show. I'm in my hotel room. Don't worry about me. I'm all good.
I toss my phone on the couch beside me. Might as well get dressed and do something. I just want to tour around the city today. I hop into my rental car and drive around. I drive past huge hotels, restaurants and casinos. I pull into a parking lot, hop out and lock the car.
I don't know where I'm going, but I can't keep driving around all day. It'll drive me insane.
I pull down my hat and sunglasses, pull up my hood. Wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans, a red hoodie and vans; what a normal guy would where, I try to blend into the crowd. I walk aimlessly through the large crowd and gawk at the amazing architecture. I've never had the chance to just walk around Vegas before and it's amazing.
People push through the swarm of humans, brush my shoulder and even shove me now and then. I don't pay much attention to my surroundings until I realize I don't know where I am.
When I finally find my way back to the car, I don't think twice about going back to the hotel. It's been about 3 hours since I left and I have to go back to the stadium and perform one more time tonight before we leave for Florida.
I ride the elevator up to the tenth floor and walk the hall to my room. I fling the door open and throw myself down on the bed. I sigh and haul myself back up.
I decide to freshen up before going over to the stadium. I hop into the shower and rinse off my body. I get out and pull on some black jeans, my white and black hoodie and a fedora. Stealing a look in the mirror, I fix my hair, brush my teeth and throw on my black converse. Once I'm content with my outfit I leave the hotel room and join my body guard. He escorts me across the street to the venue we're playing at tonight.
1 hour later
"LETS GO VEGAS!" I shout into the microphone.
Uptown Funk starts and the curtain drops. My band and I dance our way to the front of the stage.
"HOW IS VEGAS DOIN' TONIGHT?" Phil asks the crowd. They scream in substitution for an actual answer.
We dance and sing the night away, and for a few hours, my life seems good; perfect perhaps.
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