{Ashton}
“Ready lads?” Calum’s voice is full of excitement as he checks himself over in the mirror one last time, fixing his hair for the tenth time that day. He turns around once he’s satisfied and grins eagerly as us.
Michael stands up, tapping away on his iPhone screen. “Yup all set, let me just sent out a tweet real quick before we make our way to the stage.” He clicks a few buttons before shoving his phone into his back pocket.
We were currently in Madrid, Spain as a part of our very own tour. It was incredible! So beautiful and who knew we had fans here? Our concert was sold out! It was unbelievable.
“Let’s do this shit!” Michael leads us out of the dressing room and into the passageway that leads us straight to the stage.” I am so pumped up for this show, you guys have no idea!”
“Me too, I can’t believe were in Spain. All this is just so surreal, I mean how did we go from making YouTube covers, to touring with One Direction, to this! Having our own tour!” Luke beams, his eyes shine bright, filled with astonishment at how our lives have changed over the past few months, now that our dreams were finally come true.
Cal, Mike, and I nodded in agreement, wearing big smiles as we all thought the same thing.
Man we were so lucky.
As we approached what was assumed to be backstage we saw crewmembers running around wildly. Examining and testing all the equipment. Making sure everything was running smoothly before the concert began. Inspecting the lighting, microphones, sound systems, stuff like that.
Sam, our tour manager called us over once he saw us, “Ten minute warning lads. Better tune your guitars and warm up your voices.”
The boys and I nodded while Sam turned around and continued talking to one of our security guards.
Considering the fact that I didn’t have a guitar to tune or the need to warm up my voice since I didn’t sing much, I faced the boys. “Well boys, while you tune your guitars and warm up your voices, I’ll go use the loo.”
I turned on my heel and made my way towards the bathroom that was down the hall.
Entering the bathroom I heard a fit of coughs coming from the stalls. I made my way towards the sound of coughs and gently knocked on the stall door, “Hey, uhh you alright in there mate?” instead of getting the reply I was hoping for I was rewarded with the sound of the person throwing up and gagging. Whoever was on the other side started to wheeze and choke on his breath. Feeling genuinely concerned I knocked again, only this time louder. “Hey man are you okay in there?” again no answer. Just the sound of heavy breathing and moans of discomfort. Feeling worried and uneasy I glanced around the bathroom, thinking of what to do. I mean, what exactly can I do?
Suddenly the moaning and heavy breathing stopped all together. My body stiffened as the possibilities of what was happening on the other side of the stall immersed in my head. What if the guy had some sort of health problem? What if he was suffering from a heart attack? What if he’s dying! What if he’s already dead? Oh god! I have to help him.
Just as I was about to kick the door down, it swung open. Revealing a rather pale and amazingly sweaty man. The room went tense as he stared down at me. Eyes grazing over my body, hungrily and raveningly. This guy was looking at me as if I were a meal, and it honestly scared the shit out of me.
At first I was relieved when the door swung open, it indicated that the man was still alive but now I think I liked it much better when he was on the other side panting for air.
In all honesty this guy looked like he had been to hell and barely made it back. His face was extremely pale, with an undertone of blue to it. His security guard uniform clung to him like a second layer of skin, damn this dude was sweating like mad. His mouth was slightly open, but he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, as if he were desperately trying to remain in control. What exactly was he trying to control? I had no idea.
