The Understudy (hiatus)

Chapter Five - Tydelynn

The next morning, I didn't mention Dan's little nightmare event to him. I decided to leave it. I hardly knew this man, heck I'd only known him a day, and I didn't feel that it was my position to start asking these personal questions yet. 

I still thought about it, though. He seemed pretty happy on the outside, why did he look so depressed in his sleep? What was going on inside him?

Never judge a book by it's cover, I guess.

I trudged down the stairs, my eyes full of crusty sleep, and settled myself down on the bus sofa.

"Morning!" Kyle chirped, and I (unintentionally) scowled at him. "Not a morning person, huh?" He smiled gently, and I shook my head. "It's fine, neither is Dan. He'll be up soon, he's usually awake around this time, so beware of the wolf," 

I laughed. Kyle seemed like a great guy, and it gave me comfort to know that he had a girlfriend because then I knew he wouldn't ever try anything. That was the theory, anyway. 

"It's weird, you know," Kyle began, and I lifted my head up to listen. He carried on, "You and Dan are so alike. You don't look similiar at all, apart from the dress sense, but you're so alike,"

"How? I don't think we are," I sniffed.

"How? Well, let's see. Number one, you both aren't morning people. Number two, you both have that weird awkward thing going on where you'll start talking and decide you don't want to and just slowly trail off. Number three, you#re both pessimists - especially with music and number fou--"

"Kyle, how do you know that?"

"Know what?"

"That I'm a pessimist. I swear I haven't mentioned it,"

"Not here, you haven't mentioned it. In a interview, you have,"

"Why are you watching my interviews with people? Kyle, you weirdo," I giggled.

"I'm kind of... a big fan," He admitted, chuckling. "I saw the interview ages ago and just remembered parts of it,"

"Not many people know of me...since when were you a fan?"

The whole fan thing was weird. I'd never been recognised when I was out or anything, I was more a Secret-Success person. The fact that Kyle knew of me already and was a fan was slightly shocking.

"Around two years ago, you were touring with Rizzle Kicks and they were playing at a festival. We were playing there too, and I remember Rizzle Kicks making you do a solo song,"

I smiled at that memory. Touring with Rizzle Kicks was one of the best tours I'd been on, their fanbase were amazing, and on my last day with them they made me do a solo at a festival. I didn't know Bastille were playing there, too, however.

"You killed it, and I supported your music...which I managed to find from a user on youtube. I saw some of the music videos you've been in and some of the acoustics you've done. You're good, but you don't accept it. Like Dan,"

"Like me?" Dan's voice echoed through the bus as he walked into the living area.

Kyle jumped up and ran over to Dan. "MORNING DANNYBOYYYYY!" He yelled in Dan's ears, and Dan ran back upstairs.

"God sake, Kyle," He mumbled as he left.

I couldn't hold in the laughter. Dan seriously wasn't a morning person, Kyle was right.

"We'll talk later," Kyle said, and he started to walk up the stairs.

I stayed quiet and listened. All I could hear was Kyle apologising in between breaks of laughter and Dan grumbled incoherently. 

This tour seemed to be going good. Maybe it was going to be better than I thought.