Scrubs and Angels (Bastille/Dan Smith)

Prologue

Dan's P.O.V.

I grimace as our band's van slowly pulls to a halt in the carpark just outside Wembley stadium. The thought of performing here in front of all those people makes my spine shudder with chills, that is if anyone decides to show up to our gig. I rack my brain trying to find the reason that caused us to agree to perform tonight. A charity concert for kids with cancer seems like it can bring no harm, right? That is until you add the fact that joining us in the lineup include world renowned artists like Robbie Williams,Katy Perry and Coldplay to name a few, whom all make us look like 12 year old wannabes in comparison. Performing live has always been hard for me, hundreds of unfamiliar faces staring you down, however tonight seemed as though it would be a particularly hard boundary to overcome.

I slid open the van door and made my way over to the identical vehicle parked next to us to help get out our stuff for the gig. I reached into back of the gear van gripping my hand around the handle of a mic case, As I did I felt a hand tap my back lightly. I turned around to greet the concerned face of Kyle Simmons.

"Hey mate, are you doing okay?" He asks in a tone that sounds like something my mum would use. The question hits me suddenly, were my feelings really this obvious. I quickly took a gulp and attempted to pull a casual expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Why would you ask?" I question him in an attempt to act supprised.

"Oh you know, you just seemed a little stressed on the ride over here," He starts, "And I'd figured with tonight being huge..." He continues, but I stop him mid-sentence.

"Hey I'm fine, I will be fine," I reassure Kyle, and we continue unpacking the van as though our recent conversation didn't take place. I lift up the mic case and a speaker and follow the guys and our team through the back entrance and inside the backstage area. I finally drop the heavy gear as we are ushered inside a room by the arena staff members and collapse onto one of the leather couches in the centre of the room. I sigh an exhale and rest my head back into the supportive cushioning at the top of the armchair. However my moment of relaxation is short-lived as we are soon interupted by a harsh knocking at the door. Will walks over and opens the door to reveal a tall woman in business clothes with long, fiery auburn hair.

"Hello Everyone, I am Avril Mackensie, the chief organizer of this event." She introduces herself, however her voice is unusually hard and stern. "Although you will havea member of staff allocated to you, I will take this time to run through a few rules and requirements of the venue." She lectured. I decided to take this time to try and tune out and relax. I let Avril's words flow in through one ear and out the other, they were just the same as any other place anyway; No Smoking, Security will keep you safe...Suddenly I hear someone yelling and I snap back to reality.

"You! With the hair that looks like it has been attacked by wolves!" Avril yells in a tone that causes me to shudder with fear. "You need to listen, this is not child's play!" She scolds me in a way that reminds me of the devil teacher I had in second grade. I decided to listen in for the rest of her lecture in an attempt to avoid the stare of her piercing emerald eyes again. There is another small knock at the door again, this time I don't bother checking who it is, instead I decide to open up my twitter.

"Boys, This is Phoebe, your private manager for this concert." Avril announces "She's one of our best, so I'm sure you will be well looked after." She says proudly. Great, If she is anything like Avril, tonight is going to turn out to be a lot worse than expected.

"Hi," Phoebe announces shyly, and it isn't until that moment, that I decide to look up from my phone and make eye contact with the most beautiful girl I haver ever laid eyes upon. Her twinkling blue eyes lit up light stars when she saw me, her glowing honey hair reflecting the incoming sunshine from the window. I lift myself off the lounge and walk up to greet her.

"Hi I'm Dan, we're in a band called Bastille." I introduce myself nervously not wanting to ruin the small chance I have of getting this girl to like me.

"Yes, I know who you guys are, I'm a fan." She laughs, her full lips opening to reveal a set of perfect, pearly teeth. I mentally slapped myself in the face, now I look like the world's biggest idiot. Phoebe lead us out of the room and out onto the stage, wear our gear had somehow been taken already and set up. She ran us through the stage, sound and lighting, but unlike with Avril I found it easy to listen to Phoebe. Soon enough she finished and we were instructed to begin our sound check. I walked over to the lead mic and glanced out atthe arena, it's mammoth size made it seem still daunting when it was empty. I counted the guys in and the song to life.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

I found as the set list progressed all I thought of was Phoebe, in fact it even helped me ignore my fears. However soon enough the last notes of Pompeii ended and we sent back to the room for some down time. I flopped back down on the couch hoping to actually get some rest this time around.

"Hey Dan." I lifted up my head to meet Will eyes.

"What?" I groggily replied, slightly frustrated with being interrupted.

"You should really ask that girl for her number." He suggests a sly grin spreading across his face. My face then creases up into a confused look.

"Which girl?" I ask, wondering what he is talking about.

He shakes his head and replies, "Phoebe, the concert manger, I've you look at her, it pretty plain obvious that you've got something for her." Not Again, were my thoughts and feelings really this obvious to people around me, could people read me like an open book?

"No, you have the wrong idea." I say trying to laugh of the suggestion. " A girl like that with someone like me, she would think I was a complete creep If I asked her for her number." I look up at Will who put his hands in the air and walks off behind me.

"Alright suit yourself, but you may be missing out on the girl of your dreams."

Wills last words linger in my brain, maybe this is a good idea. So I decide to leave the room and conduct a search for Phoebe. I ask several staff members for directions and I am finally lead to a room congruent to ours in which Phoebe sits alone on a couch. I walk over and plop down next to her.

"Hey." I say nervously.

"Hey Dan," She replies before adding "Are you okay for tonight? You seemed a little nervous in practice. I grimace, this isn't my favorite topic to talk about. However unlike with Kyle I seem to have no trouble opening up to Phoebe. She is kind, consoling and listen to what I have to say. I soon find myself spilling out some of my deepest thoughts to her. I thought she would have been weired out by my sudden friendliness but she seems to handle it really well. I have never been able to speak to someone like this before.

"Um, Can I get..." I begin to ask but find myself slowly drifting towards her eyes. The gap between us gets tighter and tighter and soon our lips make contact. I taste the sweet saltiness of her lips upon mine and I hook my hands into her soft hair as she kisses me back. Suddenly I feel her pull away. I look up at her with surprise to find her getting up to leave.

"Sorry Dan, I shouldn't have done that." She says, her eyes filling up with fluid. Before She runs out of the room. Of course, I scared her off, can I ever do something right. I place my hands on my head and sulked.

I never saw her again...