Trouble

A Hopeful Transmission

 Guy's POV

 It's only an idea. It might not even work. But if you never try, you'll never know. I've finally reached the Bakery. My laptop's on. I swiftly search the internet for as many clips of us as I could find. Live shows, interviews, anything. I'd better get back now. Will won't be happy if I hang about any longer. I hope he's doing okay on his own. I wish I didn't have to leave him there without me. Especially now Jonny's gone.

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Chris POV

 "Hey, Champs. I'm back." Guy! At last.

"Is that...? Guy. You went all the way to the Bakery for that thing?" Oh dear, Will's not amused.

"No, you don't understand, look."

"You spent all that time online?"

"Just listen." I heard a click from something- and then my voice. 'Every show is... different. When the lights go down, that's 30,000 people's lives colliding.' Hang on, that's Live 2012! Where's that coming from? Who's watching that? It's coming from the same direction as Guy. But that can't be right, surely? I wanted to ask him,

"Guy, what the fuck you doing watching Live 2012 right now?" I really wanted to. But I still couldn't get out any words throughout the whole of the clip. "Guy, put on another one," Will said. Another click. I could hear cheering, and the opening of Mylo Xyloto at Rock am Ring 2011. I'd like us to do that festival again one day. My mind was humming along to every second of the concert, screaming with an urge to sing. Still it wasn't enough. I stayed locked in, fighting harder but still losing. Doesn't mean I'm lost yet, though... right?

"Well..." Guy seems defeated. "That went well..."

"Don't be disheartened, Guy. I watched him real close. Everything's not lost just yet."

"What do you mean?"

"He was responding to all of that. That means he's still in there. And this was hopeful."