I'll Keep My Arms Wide Open

It's the evening before the first LA show, and he's feeling like everything is coming together nicely. The night is warm but comfortable, he's got a good little buzz going on from the drinks people keep offering up to him, and in a few hours time, you'll be in his arms.

He's half-listening to a conversation his bandmates are having about what they plan to do with their time off, snuffing a laugh into his drink when they suggest a 'lads holiday', and is about to respond to Mitch's quip about spending 'too much time together' when his phone screen lights up with a message from you.

*I can't make it. Don't be mad.*