Scott stands up, he paced back and forth in the kitchen as he massages his temples. "One last show?"
"Yep."
"In Boston ..."
"Correct."
He rubs his hands in his face. So many things traveling through his mind.
What will happen?
Will the pentaholics hate them?
What if they hated us ever since that show?
What if we messed up?
What if-
"I don't even know if I'm ready to stand on stage. Heck, let alone talking to someone new scares the shit out of me." Scott phrases as he chugs on water with his meds.
He looks at Ben and raises his brow. He was staring at him.
"Yes, my anxiety hasn't left my system yet. It triggers me a lot." The blond chuckles.
Ben approaches him, leaning on the counter. "All I want is your approval. Everyones approval, rather. We need to do this, Scott. For Matt. We'll talk to everyone about this idea, inclusing his family, then we'll start. Easy." Ben shrugs.
"That's not the case, Ben" Scott utters, making eye contact to him.
"There's no problem in dedicating a show for Matt. It's the idea of having this concept for too long. A whole fucking year, Ben. We didn't do anything ...
"Every second, minute, hour, days, and months I always asked myself 'why the heck am I just sitting here with a therapist where I could just do your proposal a while ago?' ...
"Do you know why, Ben?" He questioned with tension. Towering him to make himself look intimidating.
Ben just stared at him.
"Because my fucking mental health is not okay. And I'm sure that it'll take a while to heal." Scott walks passed Ben, then starts lifting up some baggages. Heading towards the door.
"I know you're not okay." Ben spoke
up.
Scott stops in his tracks. He pursed his lips, sighing, he looks back at the little guy.
"But, Scott Hoying, we need to do this. It's now or never." Ben stated.
Ruffling his hair, Scott sighed loudly. He massages his temples.
Fuck it.
"Call Esther. I need to call my mom"
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Boston Show (COMPLETE)
Фанфикшн"It's the idea of having this concept for too long ..." "It's now or never." "I'm just so happy that you've accepted it." "I'll think about it." "I can't handle the pressure anymore. " "I miss him." "It should've been me."
