KILL SOMEBODY LIKE YOU// YUNGBLUD

Here Comes The Band

The touring started in the Netherlands, at a place called Merelyn. I was hyped up the walls, I never left the comfort of America and here I am seeing all sorts of places across the pond.

The scenery was just jaw dropping, most of it looked very modern, but knowing I was simply in a different time zone and a land much different from where I have been my entire life just blew my fucking mind.

I've only been to Hawaii as far as going over seas, but from the UK to the Netherlands and then tomorrow in Germany.

And then and then and then. And the list went, not very long, but if felt so much more than a hand full of countries.

"You good, groupie?" Adam asked as I watched out the window of the moving vehicle.

"Yeah," I say with a tired sigh, turning towards him. He looked like he was going to bombard me with a million questions.

Though he only said, "Dom loves the hell out of you, I hope you know that." He didn't give me a second to answer because he was already leaving my side to go back next to Mike, Dom was dead in his seat. He twitched here and there, not very noticeable but enough to alert you that he's alive.

It was a go go go when we got to the place, Adam and Mike had shown me how to set up the easy stuff, but the easy stuff being out of the way helped them focus on the bigger picture.

Dom became a whole other person, he became an exposed wire in a puddle of water, step in his puddle and you're bound to be taken on a trip.

Fuck was the word of the century, "fuck You, fuck this, fuck it, fuck her, fuck him, fuck everyone, fuck!"

He made various noises, laughed, smiled, screamed, danced, jumped, spin, the whole nine yards.

When I had first seen the little bit of pictures of him posing, I thought he'd be... thicker? Like, he didn't look like he'd be as thin as he is. So that first live performance and meeting him made me realize that he's a pretty thin dude chocked full of all this energy and life.

I hardly seen him eat, he drank, water to alcohol. Though I'm pretty sure his lack of eating isn't why he's slender, there we go, sounds better than thin.

When he knocked into me while I helped about he steadied himself by grabbing my shoulders, his eyes where wide and energized.

"Who-" he began to ask, but he blinked and shook his head with a smile.

"My bad, Casanova, my life is on full motion, please forgive me," he kissed my cheek and began like he never stopped.

That's how it was touring with him, but the first one day rest that came up he sat next to me in in the van, stretched his legs out to the side and laid his head in my lap.

I ran my fingers through his hair, "this is nice, we get at least a day break and I can cool down a bit," he fell asleep within seconds, cuddling my leg. The dark bags under his eyes only vanished by a shade within the day rest.

The three other single days after that was the only days I've seen him almost completely quiet, he talked up a storm to fans and to people who were eager to hear him, he talked and talked and it was inspiring. He was the English personification of the pink Energizer Bunny.