The Fire

Richard

I walked in the room and wondered why Paul did this. I noticed Shields had strapped him to the bed. "What should we do with him."

"Get him some help. He hit me."

Shields was going to have him admitted to a mental health facility as soon as he was well enough. We all left. I went home and looked at our house and it was lonely. I left to work with my other band. I couldn't take no more. Till said he would watch things. I was sad.

I hated to do that to him. I was on the plane when a song hit me. So, I wrote it.

A week later I found he had been transferred to the facility. I started working on a some new music with Emigrate. I was having a hard time thinking about the music. I was given dates on things.

I was sitting in a bar when I got weird text from Till. It said that there were some problems going on. I was needed to come back to Germany. The only problem was I was half way through the music I was working on. I had been in America for five months. I was now debating on what to do.