Oblivion

Expulsion

Chapter 4: Austin

I guess this is how it ends. Just jumping. We were on tour. I don't know how but I made it to the Golden Gate Bridge. I left the hotel and just kept walking. Thankful for this fog no one could tell it was me. I walked right past someone wearing my merch. What a crazy world we live in. We're just suicidal people telling other people suicide isn't the answer. It really sucks that I'm this way, nobody ever seems to see it. I guess I put on a really good front. Being depressed isn't hard, life is shit. Then again, "everyone has it harder than you." I hate that saying. It's complete bullshit.

Lost in train of thought I realize I'm right where I need to be. Right in the middle of the bridge. Overlooking the whole of San Francisco. I could see the strong current in the icy waters below me. I didn't realize it, but I was standing up on top of the railing looking straight down. With the cold November wind blowing with such a great force, I don't know how I was able to keep my balance.

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I roll over and look at my phone, hissing at the sudden brightness. It's eight. Ughhhhh. Too early for this shit. I chose to ignore the dream. There's no point living in the past.

At least I didn't get woken up by my horrible alarm. I hate that alarm with all my being. Sleep is my only escape, and since my alarm destroys that sense of well being, I resent it subconsciously. Might as well get up though. It's the last day of practicing before we tell Bring Me The Horizon our decision.

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After band practice I decide to call Oli. I'm really bummed out that the American Dream tour we had planned didn't work out. I was really, really, looking forward to that shit. We even announced it to our fans and then had to cancel it. I hope this world tour thing makes up for it.

Finally he picks up.

"Hi."

"Oli, we made our decision."

"And that is?"

"Well we would love to tour with you. We just hope it won't turn out like our North American tour where we cancel it the weekend after announcing it."

"Oh we won't. We were just waiting for your guys' decision. We felt the need to drag you along on this tour because we bailed on you. I'm glad you guys can make it."

"So when does it start?"

"Well now that we have the headlining bands, we just need to find one smaller one that will open for us."

WAIT WHAT. They're taking three bands with them on a god damn world tour. Now they're just going to add in a smaller band to open. That's five fucking bands touring. Where in the name of god did they get all of this money?! Realizing I was quiet for sometime I respond as quickly as possible.

"Okay well we should all get together soon. Maybe call around and see who is available to tour and open for us. Hold auditions or some shit."

"Yeah sounds good mate. I expect you guys could make it here at our studio by the first of next month?"

"But that's April fools."

"Ah April fools... What the fuck is that."

"Never mind... We can make it."

*click*

That's the longest we've talked since I yelled at him for canceling the tour and making me look like a dumbass. I was so so pissed. I still am. I don't know if Oli and I could ever be the same again...

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It takes me twenty minutes to drive home after dinner. First thing I do, text the guys.

"Hey come over and play video games with me I have to tell you guys something anyways."

Within an hour everyone is there, taking shots, and just having a good time. I wish I could be that happy, I still haven't... Recovered...

Pulled out of my thoughts by Alan.

"Dude. This girl I've been seeing wants to meet the band. Is it cool if I invite her over?"

"Sure. Why the hell not."

I decide to tell them before the girlfriends arrive.

"So uh. Guys. Sit the fuck down and stop being loud. I told Oli that we were down to go on the tour. They want us to be in London by the first of next month."

"BUT THATS APRIL FOOLS!"

"I know, it breaks my heart we won't he able to toilet paper our managers house."

It was a yearly tradition. He knew it was us, the next day we had to clean it up. But we always made sure we were loud enough that he would come out and we could snap a picture of his pissed off face before speeding away.

"ANYWAYS. I said we would be there, and we will be. But there's even crazier news. They want another band to join the tour."

Gasps fill the room. I think everyone is wondering the same thing I am.

HOW ARE THEY PAYING FOR THIS.

"Find some bands that may be interested, which will be anyone. We will tell Oli what band we want to join the tour when we get there. That means we have a month to decide. The other bands will say who they want and Bring Me The Horizon will decide. That's it. Go back to your pussy and alcohol."

By this time the girls were here.

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I don't know how many shots I had. I woke up with the worst hangover of my life. At least the nightmares weren't there. The small band get together turned into a full fledged party. My house was trashed. Oh well. I'm not mad, it isn't a regular thing. Fuck this head ache though.

(SORRY THIS CHAPTER KINDA SUCKS IT WAS A FILLER. Please don't hate me for making Austin the depressed one. Trying to take new standpoints compared to other stories. Comment and shit. Next update in a couple days. Who do you think is going to be the opening band?)