This Is The Primetime (Sequel To "Try Not To Fall For The Blue Haired Douche")

Chapter 7

John cued me to get up on the trapeze. I jumped up, and hung by my knees. I finished the song, and it was pretty cool.

"Okay, that's great! Thanks guys! We'll get you a mic that attach's up by your ear for you don't have to worry about dropping it, okay Lauren?" John asked.

I laughed. "Okay." I said. 

When we got back to the bus and I checked my Twitter. I haven't been on in so long. I noticed that a lot of people were sending me a link to a story. 

I finally caved in and clicked on the link. It took me to a website called Wattpad. 

The story was called I Never Should Have Let You Go. There wasn't a discription, but there was a cast list. I read down through it, and I realized the cast list was Lauren Webb playing herself, Josh Ramsay playing himself.

I was a bit surprised, then I started reading. 

.oOThe Story In Josh's Point Of ViewOo.

I walked into our big bus, and I was miserable. My life without Lauren was absolutely horrid. I was slowly dipping back into drugs, and depression. 

The boys were gone, so I sat myself down on the couch. I bit my lip, and rolled up my sleeve. I reached in my bag and pulled out my little bag of blades.

I dragged a small blade, I think it was from a sharpener or something like that, across my skin. It was painful, and I winced, but it let out all of the frustrations.

Tears streaming down my face, I did it again and again. Suddenly the door to the bus opened, and Matt came in. 

Matt's eyes widened and he ran over to my side. He took away all of my blades, and looked at me.

"Josh... why?" Matt asked. 

I broke down. I cried, and pulled my knees up to my chest. "I can't handle it Matty." I whimpered.

Matt gingerly put a arm around me and hugged me. "I love her." I said quietly.

"I know Josh. But you shouldn't cut yourself because of her though..." Matt said. 

I looked at him, and suddenly Matt got wide eyed. "Josh... no. Tell me you didn't." he said.

I nodded slowly and with a shaky hand, I pulled out a small wallet type thing. Inside was a needle, and enough heroin it could kill.

Matt scolded, then took it away from me. I cried again. Matt gave me a sad look, then went into the back of the bus. He came out with a plain black guitar.

I realized it was the guitar I gave Lauren, see named Kevin. Matt sat the guitar in my lap, and started fixing my arm up. 

"Why the guitar?" I asked when my arm was wrapped in bandages.

"Instead of drugs and cutting, you're going to use music. Like old times. Remember? You always used to turn to music for your problems." Matt said.

I closed my eyes, and wiped my sleeve against my cheeks. Matt stared at me intently, waiting. I sighed and started strumming the guitar. 

"I'm coming home, to an empty room, my head is spinning on a Sunday afternoon

There was a time when I had it all, I can still remember, but I'm barely hanging on

So tell me what to do to make you change your mind, I wish that I could find a way to turn back time