5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Malum Imagine

"Why are we doing this?"
"He wants us to do it, I don't know why," Luke huffs as we walk down the street towards an address Mikey sent us, "whenever I ask, he just gives a vague answer and ignores me."
We continue the short walk, arriving at an empty looking building with beautiful architecture around the front. I've never been here before - and I definitely don't know why Mikey would have - but it seems to hold some kind of spiritual or religious properties.
"Still think this is kind of weird," I mumble as I follow Luke down the alley along the side of the building, opening a thick wooden door and venturing inside the vast room inside.
"That's Mikey for you."
I nod in agreement, looking around the room for any hints as to what is going - or at least the real meaning as to why he is holding today.
"Lads, over here," Mikey beckons us towards what looks like a stage area, and he has a podium all set up with a few candles lit nearby. I'm beginning to feel uneasy, but I try not to let it show. I need to be supportive of whatever is going on right now.
"So, Cal, you're going first-"
"Woah, Mikey, can't Ash or Luke go first? They're better at this stuff than me."
"Exactly why you're going first, their words will mask the shit you ramble."
All 3 of them laugh and I send them all a mocking dirty look, before throwing my jacket on a chair and jumping behind the podium.
"How do I start this?"
"Jesus," you can see Mikey roll his eyes as if we should all know how this goes, but we don't even really know what this is for, "just do it as if it was a room full of people. Just try and get an impact or summat."
He shrugs his shoulders and I chew my lip in thought, really trying to get something to give him the impact he so desperately wants.
"I've known Mikey for years," I look to the pieces of paper in Ash and Luke's hands, whilst my remain empty and I go from the heart, "we grew up together and eventually became best friends. This friendship was a band."
Me and the lads smile at each other, proud of our friendship and our achievements. Who knew 4 lads from Sydney would hit the big time? Not us.
"We had so many highs and lows, it was difficult to find out where we were going. Forward, backwards, at a standstill. But then we got thrown into the limelight and began producing real music together for fans." I smile at the memories, remembering how it all started and escalated quickly. "Mate, I don't know where I'm going with this."
"Calum, you're doing great. Keep going." He does a hand gesture to usher me on and I tap my chin in thought for a moment. He wants impact? Then I'll give it him.
"You miss Mikey, even when he is sat across the room from you, you can't help but miss him." I try hard not to look at any of them, knowing it will distract me from my course.
"He has this unnatural ability to be both loud and quiet at the same time. He will make no sound, but his presence is basically shouting out. Or he will be obnoxiously loud. There is never an in between with him."
I try to draw more emotion into everything that I'm saying, but I know I'm hitting the hammer on the head here.
"That's why he is so great to be around. No matter how you're feeling, he will find a way to meet that and draw you from any negativity. He has a bad attitude at times. His swearing has sky rocketed in recent years," we all laugh loudly at the 'punk rock' live stream we did together a few years back. "But he's one of the most polite people you could meet."
I slouch over the podium for a minute, trying to get my bearings and a real direction for this to head in. This is certainly more difficult than I thought.
"Mark Twain once said - twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do."
They all look at each other in confusion and I have no idea where I'm going with this, but u may as well finish it.
"Mikey lived up to that. He chose what he wanted to do and when. In our work, we strived to reach our own sound and be our own people. We wrote the majority of our first record - which is unusual for most people in the industry - but we wanted to be ourselves. We fought for what we believed in.
"In his downtime he chose to go back to his roots of gaming and being with his family, his downtime being away from the hustle and bustle of the lifestyle we had been trying to get accustomed to. He changed his hair colour as often as humanely possible." We all snicker at the blue hair he is currently sporting, but he all admire him for this, "something I'm insanely jealous off. None of us could pull it off quite like you. You're unique and your own person, never following the masses, and it's so inspiring to others to not be a sheep in the crowds.
"If, in twenty years time, you do regret any of your decisions or do feel disappointed by them, then you're thinking wrong. I will even be by your side to navigate your thoughts to the optimism and make you see how great everything is. Because it really, truly is.
"We're 4 of the best friends you could ever meet, and we're attempting to conquer the world with our shitty music. What I'm saying is; Michael, without you in the band - in our lives - it would be empty. An empty void that could never be filled by anyone unless it was you. It's like you're the perfect jigsaw piece for our puzzle and there is no duplicate. Plus, we would never want it.
"We could never lose you. I could never lose you. Because, if we did, I don't know what we would do. The band wouldn't continue-"
"Calum," he tries to interrupt me to argue that we should continue, but I silence him with a look.
"It wouldn't, I'm sorry but when a definitive part of the group has up and gone for whatever reasons, then we're no longer a band. We're just 3 twats making noises for people to listen to.
"You're so needed by us, I hadn't even realised. You're the core to our story. You give us this edge so we don't become this mass produced boyband, yet your loving and unique personality causes everyone that sees you to fall in love with you.
"Your story is being shown to the world and it's not yet over. There will always be another chapter. But, if we do ever get to that day when it's the final chapter, then we need to be prepared. I'm assuming this is what this is all about?"
I gesture my arms around me to our surroundings and he slowly nods. I should have known this is what he meant. He wants to be prepared if he ever leaves.
"Well, then, if you want to have a more realistic look as to what this event would really go like, then it's too quiet. There's no noise, no people, no life! This is not you. It's too bleak and empty, if you went and this is how life is, then I wouldn't want to live it. You wanted me to give you an impact filled speech? You give us an impact filled life. No one can replace that or destroy it. So, please," I look into his eyes, feeling myself begging and pleading with him, "don't destroy it."
I chew on my lip and look at him a few seconds longer, feeling the dark thoughts invading his mind, but he quickly shakes them off and smiles.
"Wasn't so hard, was it?"