The Day That Hope Died

The End

As he screams into the microphone at the end of the best take of the day, he turns toward the band as they all applaud. "Dude that was fucking stellar! Finally the album is done." The other guitarist says, the producer had come up from behind the singer and said, "The fact that you can sing and play through those passages on some of those songs is amazing. I have to say it's some your guys' best work." He smiled at the entire band "all of you did extremely well and I'm proud to have been a part of this album." The singer/guitar-player looked at the sheet of paper with the songs from the album, "Twelve songs of pure unadulterated metal, exactly how we wanna play it." He whispered

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Sitting in an interview with the rest of the band the singer sat staring off in the distance when he's asked a question by the interviewer. He looked over "Say that again? I was a bit distracted, sorry"

The interviewer nodded "It's alright, I was just wondering what was your most difficult part of writing the album?"

His brows furrowed and he cleared his throat "I think the most difficult part of writing the album was finding it in myself to come through and put my pain into words, and the reason I pushed myself to do that in the first place was to make sure that if there was anyone else who felt the same pain as I do that they would know that people that work in a business such as music feel the same things. We may seem untouchable and whatnot but we can feel the same way as anybody else." The singer was already fading away back into a haze soon after he answered the question, only remembering leaving the interview once it was over.

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Three weeks after the album was released the band started rehearsing a few days before the first tour date that was slated for their hometown. After about an hour of practicing and determining a set list they all went home, and although the singer was very friendly during the practice he felt very distant from the world. After he got home he called up his friend he'd known for many years and was met with her voicemail. After leaving a message for her not to worry about calling him back he went into his living room and sat in the darkness while he played music from his phone. He let the meanings embrace him and he felt as if his darkness was controlling him again, despite this he fought against it and he listened further, realizing that the songs he was listing to were written for the same reason as his own. Written to inform the listener that they weren't on their own, that there is hope to get to the other side of the darkness.

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"That's one helluva way to start off a tour!" The lead guitarist said clunking cans of soda together with the other band members. Everyone was absolutely stoked to play the rest of the tour, the bassist starts to speak "I do believe this tour will go very well as the other ones have, and I sure as hell hope that we have more fun than ever!" Everyone loudly agrees and takes a seat to relax. The singer starts to get lost in his own thoughts once again, questioning what his existence means and how long all of this happiness is going to last, thinking about how everyone has a wife or girlfriend and he goes home alone when he is home. He shakes his head as to shake away the thoughts. The singer lets out a whisper "next stop, chicago."

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Being the first one to wake up, the singer is left to his own thoughts in the roar of the bus's engine driving along the highway to Chicago.

"Replaceable" The singer winced

"Expendable, temporary" The singer closed his eyes tightly.

The singer got off his bunk and walked over to the fridge to grab a morning soda before opening it as quietly as possible before taking a big swig and letting the sugar and caffeine hit and send the dopamine reaction through his body.

"Coward"

"Sedated"

"Consumed"

He couldn't escape his own thoughts. He sat on the couch near the middle of the bus and closed his eyes while all the words circled in his mind.

Minutes tick by while his mind turns blank.

He opens his eyes and finishes his drink before throwing away the can and sitting back down. His mind is blank still. A numbness in his bones. He doesn't want to bother anybody.

Not anymore.

He scribbles out on a
note-pad, "I don't want to bother anyone anymore" He put something heavy on top of it so it won't go anywhere.

This is it.

Good-bye.
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"This just in, Singer for the 'Metal Band of The Year' found dead on their tour bus this morning when they arrived in Chicago for their second date on this U.S. tour. A note left by the singer/guitar-player is the only clue to his reason why"

-Silence Rang Louder Than Any Gunshot That Day-

THE DAY THAT HOPE DIED