I was sitting in the room with the members of Rammstein when they got a group text that Paul quit. I had a feeling this was bad. I wish I knew were he lived. Everyone was focused on Richard.
"Papa III could I talk to you a minute alone?"
"Yes, Water."
We walk away from everyone else and go into another room. "I think this is going to end bad with Paul."
"I think you are right."
"What should we do?"
"Let me think on it."
"Ok."
We walked back into the room and joined everyone. I couldn't help but think about Paul. He didn't take this well.
A doctor came to tell us all that Richard made it. I was glad to hear that. We all walked into the room to see him. We all made a deal that one of our band and one of his will visit daily. Until he is well. Today me and Oliver was chosen to stay for awhile. Everyone else left.
"Water, are you ok?"
"I can't get Paul out of my mind."
"I know I am worried about him."
"Has he done this before?"
"No."
"Why, do I get the feeling this is not going to have a good ending."
"I don't know what to do."
"We wish we knew how to help."
We sat in silence and and we both was in thought. I know we were thinking about the same thing. I know we were both thinking about Paul.
