What would you do? (A Bastille/ Dan Smith fanfic)

55. Cover up story

KYLE’S P.O.V.

“And here we have Will, Woody and Kyle from Bastille! Welcome guys!” We all politely nodded and greeted the presenter of the radio show who was currently interviewing us. “I’ve noticed one of your members isn’t here though, Dan?” Oh brilliant, straight into the probing about Dan.

“Yeah he’s in hospital at the moment.” Woody took control. I’m glad he did, I didn’t really feel like talking to this guy, we had already explained it to 3 other interviewers today and I didn’t think I could hack any more of this fake pretending everything was okay thing, it was bullshit.

“I was at the gig the other night actually, we all got pretty worried when he got carried away” The interviewer probed further.

“Yeah, stupid Dan really, he didn’t have enough water so got dehydrated and fainted. It was bloody hot in that room!” Woody tried to joke but I could tell he was as angry as I was. “So he ended up going to a&e just as a precaution but he reacted badly to some of the medicine he was given and so has to stay in for a few days.” It was so obvious that we had been given this script to stick to and the interviewer wasn’t letting us get away with it.

“Yeah he seemed pretty out of it the whole gig, missing verses and tripping over himself. You sure we don’t have a new rebellious rock star on our hands?”

“God no!” Will laughed. “No, he said he wasn’t feeling his best and so couldn’t concentrate and I think he just needed to leave and get some air and water, it’s just a shame he didn’t just leave the stage earlier or else we wouldn’t have got in this position!”

“You guys not into all that sex, drugs and rock and roll thing then?”

“We’re hardly rock and roll! I mean we spend most nights at home with a takeaway pizza and a film when we’re not on tour!” Woody replied.

“No heavy partying on tour then?” The interviewer laughed and nudged me slightly. I looked up and realised I was giving him a majorly evil glare. I hadn’t spoken at all yet either. So I put on my fake as hell smile and joked back with him.

“Ah only a couple of bottles of buckfast, that’s all we can handle!” I said cheerily.

“Buckfast? What even is that?!”

“Oh it’s this tonic wine stuff that we’re obsessed with. We got given it like once and had an extremely messy night. It’s like wine mixed with red bull, that’s the effect it has on you! I don’t think we could handle anything else if that’s what a bit of alcohol does to us!”

“I think we need a night out with buckfast!” The interviewer smiled.

“You definitely do! It’s guaranteed to be crazy.”

“Is that like number 1 on your rider?”

“Yeah definitely.”

“What would be on your dream rider?”

“A lot of cats!” I quickly answered. “Kittens actually, yeah make that kittens!”

“Rihanna.” Will chirped in.

“Rihanna, oooooh that’s a good one!” The interviewer said. “What about you Woody?”

“Uh I guess I would get shot if I don’t say my fiancée.” We all laughed at him and the interviewer made a whipping noise.

“Totally under the thumb!” I joked.

“So do you all have fiancee’s or girlfriends or is it just you Woody?” I didn’t really know if Dan and Ally ever felt comfortable with discussing their relationship publicly so I kept quiet, letting Woody answer.