Deteriorate

Moving Forward.

A/N: I'm sorry I just get really lit at this choir song okay I'm sorry goodbye

Scott

"Last show!"

High fives are thrown around backstage before our last show of the tour.

"You're on in ten, guys!" A crew member yells.

"Hey, I'm gonna run to the bathroom." I say.

"Alright, don't take too long, princess." Mitch says.

I run to the men's room and find it to be empty.

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror.

We made a new arrangement after we got back from our break.

Even though it's the last show, we thought we'd give it a shot.

I mess with my hair in the mirror and hum some warm ups before going backstage.

I grab my mic and quickly run over to my friends.

Mitch locks his arm with mine and gives a confused look at the shakiness.

Sorry. I mouth and look at the floor.

"Amen."

I lift my head up and get in place.

Mitch grabs my arm. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Yeah, just nervous."

He leans close to my ear. "Don't be."

I flinch.

"Sorry, sensitive still?"

I nod.

I hear the sound man count down.

"5, 4, 3..."

I hold the microphone to my lips.

"I broke something I'll never get, I'll never get back. Brought me to my knees. Your halo's gone, and all I see is horns..."

I wince on "halo".

Brain surgery is a bitch.

"But mine's cracked."

Yep, good concert stuff.

We're doing something a little different for this concert.

After Cracked, we all gather around one microphone.

"We would like to dedicate this next song to all of the hatred going on in the world." Kevin simply says and sets down his microphone.

This was originally a choir song, but we decided to have a go at it (it's up there^)(pretend there's a girl part).

"Can you hear the prayer of the children

On bended knee,

In the shadow of an unknown room.

Empty eyes with no more tears to cry,

Turning heavenward towards the light.