Him ; Bastille

Bastille Matters ; 37

"Are you out of your mind?! Seriously Dan?" The American angrily shouts as I pace back and fourth in the garden, being careful I don't trip into the pool. "What did I send you that made both you and Mark decide to come down here?" I know I sent a message saying that I want to take a break from Bastille. I don't my think I indicated to them about quitting.

"Taking a fucking break from Bastille who are officially number one in the charts...you seriously could not have picked a better time?" I shake my head. "My wife is pregnant. We have been trying for a baby for months and...now all I want to be is a good father. I had a happy childhood because I saw a lot of my parents. My parents have a happy relationship because they was always together...I need time off for my daughters sake." Beau shakes his head.

Before he can say anything that will remotely piss me off the glass door slides open and Kitty pops her head out. "Beau?" She says with a smile in her voice as Beau nods his head. "It's been forever." With that she comes outside and hugs him. "What are you doing here? Would you like a drink? Or...something to eat?" Beau holds his hand out and shakes his head.

Kitty smiles and stands back. "I'm actually here to collect yourself and your husband. A millionaire has offered a pretty penny for Bastille to preform at his daughters birthday bash." With that Kitty playfully nudge some on the arm. "That's great. Isn't it?" I know what he is doing.

He wants me to go to this birthday do and then fucking kidnap me and make me go on tour. I mean, or not, I'm going to be paranoid tho. That's for certain.

"Where is it?" It also makes sense why Mark is coming down, probably with the rest of the crew and band members. "Los Angeles." I make an 'oh' sound. "So you came down here for no reason then?" With that Beau shakes his head.

"Actually I came down here with contract papers. Sign the contracts and you don't tour...that's what you want, right? To spend more time with your family rather than making money? Fans happy..." my eyes widen. I was not expecting him to...say that of all things. I love touring, even though it's heavy going...it's also very enjoyable.

Beau nods his head towards Kitty. "Your wife told me about a draft she found on your MacBook...I went out of my way and talked to my bosses. Promotion of new singles and albums will also be distorted if you choose to sign." I scratch the back of my head as Beau points to his suitcase. "You don't really want to stop touring? What was you before Bastille anyway? A coffee barista? A run around guy? You don't want that life back." I don't get how other guys, even girls, can have kids while they're in popular bands. I don't know how they ration their time between music and family...

"Kit...babe...why did you tell him. It was a draft for a reason, I told you that." But Kitty shrugs as tears fill up her eyes. "You're not happy Dan. Which means I'm not happy...even though I don't want you to quit...I don't want you ten thousand miles away. You was right about that." With that I look away from her. Kitty just wants the best.

And so do I.

"Give is some time to think about it. I'll get back to your before the gig tomorrow." I assure Beau who doesn't look confident at all. "Dan...this is Bastille's future. Don't ruin it for the other guys. You know they don't make as much as you do." I close my eyes feeling the guiltiest I've ever been.

If someone asked me 10 years ago about any of this stuff, while me and Kitty was taking late lunches after rush hours in the coffee shop and I'd say that someone is bullshitting.

"Tomorrow..." I whisper not wanting to confirm anything now without thinking. Of course I want to tour, but I want to spend time with my family. "Okay then...this trip was pointless after all." Kitty apologises as Beau walks past us both and walks into the house.

"Seriously?" I look at her in confusion.

"Sorry." She whispers looking really sad. I know inside of that strange mind she is probably calling herself all types of names. "You was trying to help." I whisper back, putting my arms through the crack of her waist and arms. I just hug her tightly.

Kitty means well...she's a good wife.