Spotlight

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As weeks passed by, Tristan and the others closed them off entirely from the world outside. I watched as they all stopped posting on their social media accounts, stopping their tweets and most importantly stopping their interactions with hardcore fans out in public.

Tristan hadn't answered one of my calls since the seventeenth of November and it was now the twenty second. It's like the four of them just entirely wanted to drop off the face of the earth until they discovered a gem within their writing that they could go with.

I stopped showing up at Tristan's house because I knew that none of them would answer the door. They stopped being photographed together by the paparazzi and stopped going out in entirety.

I wasn't worrying because I knew where he was, I was just disappointed more in myself than him. I should have known that as soon as his career was pulled off the rocks he would be gone again, and that was exactly what was happening.

We'd had several meetings with the writers, directors and producers of Spotlight over the past week where I had to explain that Tristan's absence was due to a strange sickness he'd been down with lately. They'd given me contracts for me to take over to his house to give to him, but I couldn't do much if he wasn't answering his calls or opening his door to his own girlfriend.

In the past two days the minor cast had all signed on to film a second season of Spotlight that would consist of twenty-two episodes. Michelle, Brian and I had all also signed on to complete another season.

I didn't see the problem in filming another season. It kept me living as I got paid and it kept me happy because I got to work with my some of my best friends every day.

As the days went on I continued to think about my last phone call with Tristan and how he didn't believe that Hank was the person who hospitalized me by spiking my drink. I couldn't stop thinking about Tristan's attitude, and how I knew it would result in this after I thought I was happy.

I opened my phone to check Instagram, when a photo popped up at the top of my feed. I read the caption a few times and noticed it was posted by Blake.

"And we're back" he stated with the tick emoji. The photo was the three others sitting on the carpet surrounded by sheet music. I noticed that many of their fans were commenting things like:

'SO THE BAND IS BACK TOGETHER!?"

"oh my god its real."

"I STAN U GUYS."

"I s2g their next album will be lit."

I read through all the comments and noted that a majority of them were teenage girls tagging their friends in the photo and it was gaining quick popularity.

If they were posting photos, it meant they were answering their phones. I quickly made my way over to Tristans house. The contracts were still in my car so it's not like I could possibly forget them.

I knocked about three times before he came to the door, and when he opened I discovered that he had grown quite the beard since I had last seen him.

"Hey," he smiled and invited me in. His hand was wrist deep in a bag of corn chips and he was wearing a sweater and grey sweatpants.

"Are the other guys here?" I asked as I walked in. I looked into the music room and noticed there were no others in the house, but the room was certainly a mess. The house was quiet for the first time in a long time.

"Nah. They left a few hours ago," he said, shutting the door. I made my way over to the kitchen counter and pulled out one of the stools so that I could sit down.