Crazy, that's what.

14

One problem with the world
When you're having fun
Days stick together into lumps
But when you're miserable and done
Each day is a dark room you can't escape from.

Pascal Reed was a smart man.

Getting 5sos, an australian loved band to open the stage for him in Australia was a smart move because by the time he graced the stage, everyone was on fire.

Pascal Reed also didn't write love songs.

I knew firsthand that he only wrote what he felt, straight from the heart, and he'd never been in love.

There's a reason I love my city
It's so fucking shitty
People come here, not to live but survive
And surviving makes you feel so alive.
My city is classically beautiful
Filled with no bullshit attitude
Don't love me if you don't love my city
Because I'm in my city and my city is in me.

Everyone. Went. Wild.

Pascal stood with his mouth slightly open at the stage, dazed at the intensity of support he was getting when he finished his second song of the night. He shook his hair out of his eyes, strumming his guitar to start a third.

Sad broken souls
Full of stories left untold
If only you'd learnt to share
Maybe I'd have saved you from despair
We'll meet at the other side
Where broken souls unite
My Angeline

I choked out a loud sob.

"Sarah?" Andy asked concerned. "Is everything all right?"

My heart is full of memories
Memories I'm afraid to forget
So I put them in a shoe box
Reminiscing as each day blended into the next
We'll meet at the other side
Where broken souls unite
My Angeline

I was full on crying now. Angeline had been Pascal's best friend. She was sweet, kind, gentle and very perceptive. She'd promised me that I'd date Isaac before we even had feelings for each other.

Isaac. I cried harder. He wasn't here. Pascal came to the concert without him. I had came all the way here for nothing. Meeting Pascal after the show to ask where he was was not an option as my father already knew I was here and by tommorow, he would make sure I was back home.

Once upon a time Angeline
You ...

He couldn't complete the song. It was heartbreaking enough to remind himself of what happened by singing it so he cried, very openly on stage. He wasn't alone, the song was sad and the lyrics had moved people to tears.

He sniffed into the mic. "My best mate, Angeline, inspired this song. She died a few years ago, of sucide. I'm sorry. I ruined the mood didn't I?" He laughed, wiping his eyes. "Fuck, am I crying?"

That lightened the mood up a bit. People laughed. He did so too, then he started crying again. "I want to say thank you. I didn't think I would be so welcome here, or that you would be so supportive but you proved me wrong. Thank you Australia."

Loud whistles, screams and claps followed his speech, making him laugh again. "Thank you. I'm still very emotional at the moment and I'll need about five minutes to get myself together. However, the show must go on so, People of Sydney, say hello to my little brother!"

My heart stopped.

People screamed as a teenage boy climbed unto the stage, despite not knowing who he was. He wore a hood and when he got to Pascal he hugged him, before facing the stage and taking the hood off, showing his face.