Fallen Hope

show

I got up the next day. I had to start getting ready. I packed up my guitar. I put on a black sleeveless Cannibal Corpse shirt, black skinny jeans, and black Vans. I put on the mask, contacts, and did the makeup.

I couldn't do my hair like was originally gonna do so I just brushed it out and left it the way that it is. I walked out. It was about time to go.

"Holy shit. I'm still not used to you looking like that. And the guys are gonna freak." Brian said.

I just laughed. We went to the venue. Markus and Eddy were already standing outside.

"Oh my god. Will, is that you?" Markus gasped. I nodded my head yes.

"Why did you change your appearance so much? As far as to shaving half of your fucking head?" Eddy asked.

"Because this is Will Mars. The opposite of Chris McAndrews. Somebody who I'd rather be." I explained.

I looked over at the line of people waiting for the doors to open. My eyes widened.

"Oh my god. That's my dad." I said.

"What? How and why would he be here?" Brian questioned.

"Well on Wednesday I called him one last time. I wanted to tell him that I'm opening for Disturbed. Cause I just wanted to hear him say that he's proud of me for once."

"Don't panic. He won't be able to recognize you. And if anybody says your name they'll say Will." Eddy pointed out.

"Or you can go up to him and say hi and apologize." Markus implied.

I shook my head no. We then walked inside. Markus's drums were already set up. We did a sound check then went backstage. Disturbed was there. David Draiman turned around and saw us.

Imagine what he was thinking. Some dudes where restraint masks and one of them with makeup and red eyes looking in disbelief that he's right there.

He started to approach us and we straightened our posture to make a good impression. Even though that's impossible with the way we're dressed.

"Are you the opening band?" He asked.

"Y-yes sir..." Eddy stuttered.

"Bro, you're a nervous fucking wreck." Brian noticed. David laughed.

"Well I wish you all the best of luck." David said.

When he walked away Eddy punched Brian in the arm. I heard people start to come in. After a few minutes I glanced at the audience. I saw my dad and Alex talking to each other. I walked back to the guys.

"Do I have permission to kill myself?" I asked.

"No, you don't have permission. But thanks for asking." Eddy answered.

"Why do you want to kill yourself?" Brian questioned.

"Cause I saw my dad and Alex talking." I sighed.

"You guys are on." A person told us.

We took deep breaths and went on stage. We went to our instruments. The moment I picked up my guitar the energy hit him. The mood hit me.

I kept glancing up every so often to see Alex and my dad's reactions. I realized that he has to know that it's me. He knows what my guitar looks like.

The crowd seemed to really like us. Most of them were headbanging. Which felt good to watch happen. When we were done they all clapped.

We thanked them. We picked up our stuff quickly and took it out. We put the drum set in Markus's truck for him to take it home. We put my guitar in my car and Brian's bass in his car. We walked back in the venue.

"Hey, you guys don't leave. I need to talk to you after our show." David told us as he walked by us to the stage.