Him ; Bastille

Reunited ; 38

Oh man have I fucking missed this.

"Look at you!" Woody hugs me tightly. I can't help but smile, it's been a while since I've seen this lot. I love my band...but sometimes it's good to take a break from them. We've all been friends since Atlas days, we formed a band and everything all thanks to Kitty. We're not friends...not really, because we're all so different. "Literally nothing has changed since two months ago." I laugh as Woody shrugs.

He still doesn't give a shit about anything. That's always nice to know.

"How are you anyway you the American-wannabe twat?" Of course I laugh. They're jealous that I've got to stay around in America while they're based in England. I fly over on weekends and stuff to record or send samples to Mark who works with them...when they decide to turn up to the studio. "Great thank you. You?" I ask as Woody cracks a wide smile. "Yeah, I'm alright. We all are, anyways, what's the setlist? Coop is no where to be seen." Coop is king of the setlist. I shrug.

"He's on the bus!" Kitty more or less shrieks as she appears from nowhere. I swear she jumps over some equipment and falls into Kyle's arms. She's well weird. And still fucking hyperactive. "Oh my god. Look at you now." Kyle laughs pointing to Kitty's blossoming baby bump. It pokes through her mermaid shirt. She has a tight plain white top underneath so it's okay. "I know right." She says after sitting her hand comfortably on top. She's a proud mother.

"Still can't believe I'm not gonna be the only dad, innit." Woody loves to bring himself into topics which even aren't about him. It's classic Woody really. "I think I can speak for myself and Chrissy when I say...please don't compete against each other for the father of the year award." Because great minds think alike both me and Woody hold our middle fingers up at her.

Kitty doesn't react or play along, she just shakes her head looking more mythed than anything. "The contract..." Will who has been very quiet asks pointing towards me from across the room.

That's when Ky and Kitty both stop messing around. The pretty active backstage room falls silent for a second. "I've made ground rules. Saying that we want time off. Especially since it's nearly the end of the year, we shouldn't be going on tour when...it's nearly Christmas or Thanksgiving or the time for family." I'm not quitting Bastille. Last night me and Kitty had a pretty serious pillow talk session. She told me to start acting stern, not to let Virgin push me around and what not. I mean...Kitty has a point.

"And you think they're gonna listen to that because?" Before I can possibly answer that question — that I'm not sure what the answer would be — Beau walks in the room besides me with his arms crossed. "They're going to have too. Bastille are the only band who are giving a good reputation at the moment. They can't afford to loose us." I'm still touring...only it's going to be next year. Not this year.

"I fucking hope that you did the right thing." Woody whispers. I know that Woody and Kyle specifically don't give a shit about Bastille, they just want their money. I think Will genuinely likes it...but he's said a few things with makes me think he is all about the money and culture.

"We have." Beau says before getting me to sign this clipboard...sheet thing. I don't care what I'm going to sign anymore, there's no point reading the small print. Virgin fucking owns us. Hopefully they'll do as I say — how I desire the tables to turn. It would be pretty fucking amazing if I was in control of my own band, I'm almost certain we'll have made more money than they ever have. We're a band who makes new music only to scrap it because Virgin said so.

"So...that's it. There's no change? Only a few days off?" Try months. But I don't argue. I just nod my head and fake a smile, "yeah. No change."

At least I feel a bit happier knowing that I'm going to get some time off to be around my daughter and wife. I'm pretty sure Woody will be happy with spending time with his boys too. It's beneficial to us all.