“I wanna say thank you, to every single person that is here. You rule.”
“Thank you for getting out sixth album and seventeenth EP, thank you for coming down today, and thank you for being awesome in general. Thank you very much. Give it up for yourselves!”
“Give it up for you guys.”
“Alright, here we go.”
“THE LAST SONG WE’RE GOING TO PLAY IS A COVER OF BARBIE GIRL!”
“This is She Looks So Perfect, thank you so much, sing along if you know it.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey!”
Grinning, I twirled my drumstick earning shrieks from the crowd before bringing the stick down on my drums.
“Simmer down, simmer down
They say we're too young now to amount to anything else
But look around
We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now… sing it!”
Listening to the crowd sing back the lyrics of the song we’re released years ago I grinned looking out at the fans of varied ages infront of us.
Some were our age, their early twenties. Others, the twelve year olds back in the day were now fifteen and sixteen. But all of them were singing, jumping along having the time of their lives.
Knowing the end of the song was growing near I put everything into it, my eyes wandering from Calum to Luke to Michael who were stood infront of me.
“Your lipstick stain is a work of art
I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart
And I know now, everybody go nuts!”
And then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
The boys legs all bent, preparing for their synchronized jumps, they went up and then Michael was coming back down, hard and fast.
Stunned I watched as he misjudged the end of the stage, came down wrong, twisting his ankle and toppling off the front of the stage and out of sight.
Tossing down my drumsticks I lunged to my feet and ran over to where Luke and Calum where stood looking down in horror at Michael where he lay writing on the cement ground.
It was silent for about seven point five seconds and then the screaming and crying and just general panicking started.
Cursing, our security guard Piper knelt down beside Michael as he covered his face with his hands not wanting to show the horrified fans in the front row that he was crying.
“Michael, what hurts?” Piper demanded.
Making a strangled sound, he tried to move his arm to point however tensing up cried out in pain.
“What’s wrong with him?” Luke demanded, “What if he broked his back.”
“He didn’t break his back.” Calum said quickly, “Don’t be ridiculously, he’s fine.”
~A Small Eternity Later~
“He broke his back.”
“He what?” I demanded, staring up at the doctor standing infront of me in disbelief.
“He broke his back.” He sighed bluntly.
“What does that mean?” Luke sniffed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, “Is he going to be parallelized? Is he going to have to crawl like a baby? Does he need a wheelchair?”
“Luke babe I’m sure he’s fine.” Charlie said gently, “Right?”
“Yes.” The doctor replied, “He’ll be fine, but he needs to take it easy, for a year.”
“A year?” Calum yelped.
“That’s what I said.” The doctor muttered, “A slandered three hundred and sixty-five day measure of unit for time created by the Mayans.”
“I know what a day is.” Calum scoffed.
“Wait, there are three and fifty-six days in a year?” Luke breathed.
“Sixty-five.” Jess corrected, trying to fix the eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes from crying.
“How many seconds is that?” Luke asked.
“Google it.” The Doctor groaned.
“I’m confused.” Luke breathed.
“What’s new?” Calum groaned.
“Why are you confused Luke?” I sighed.
“If there are five hundred and sixty-three days in a year how does that work because there are four seasons fall, winter, spring and summer, and my Mom said all the seasons are the same length long so if there are five seconds in summer then there have to be five seconds in the other seasons too but that doesn’t make any si….”
“Luke, buddy, stop talking.” I said gently.
Nodding slowly Luke looked down, however looking up again abruptly raised his hand.
“Yes?” the doctor demanded looking annoyed.
“May I be excused?” Luke asked.
“This isn’t a classroom.” Calum laughed, “You can go where you want.”
Nodding Luke rose to my feet and I nearly burst out laughing at the blatantly obvious hard on, forming a tent in his pants.
“Luke!” Destiny yelped, handing him her sweatshirt, “Put that thing away!”
“Oh no thank you, I’m not cold.” He declined politely.
“Luke man, you um… you have a…..” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“Luke you have a boner.” Calum said bluntly.
“It’s raining.” Luke said slowly, “Well, there’s a thirty percent chance that it’s already raining.”
Blinking I glanced out one of the floor to ceiling windows infront of us where it was raining heavily.
“What?” I demanded.
“I told you.” He shrugged, “Mini Hemmo can always tell when it’s going to rain.”
Stunned, I opened my mouth to reply the doors to the waiting room and to my surprise Mr. Clifford, wearing a ‘But You’re Not Michael Clifford’ t-shirt ran in.
“Where’s Michael?” he cried, his teal Crocs squelching on the linoleum, “Where’s my little munchkin, my little man.”
“Oh God.” Destiny breathed.
His eyes landing on us, Mr. Clifford ran across the room, his ‘Guitarists Do It Faster’ snapback nearly falling off his balding head.
“There you all are!” he cried, “Tiny where is your brother?”
“Reggie do you even know what your hat means?” Destiny questioned.
“Cut the chit chat!” Mr. Clifford yelped, “Where is my boy! The fruit of my loins! My so…”
“Sir.” The Doctor interrupted, “Your son is fine, he just as a broken back.”
“A broken back!” Mr. Clifford roared, “Oh God!”
Fanning his face with his hands, he blinked rapidly.
“This is a tragedy!” he cried, “I… I…I can’t do this.”
“Mr. Clifford, Michael will be okay.” I offered gently.
“Yeah, he just has to rest for a year.” Luke said.
“A year.” Charlie mumbled, shaking her head, “What are you guys going to do?”
“I guess,” I sighed, “That we’re going home.”
Here's hoping this isn't sucking so far.
Thanks for reading. <3
