Be You. Fearlessly. (Imagine Dragons)

+Roots+

It's Sunday so Aja has got Arrow. I don't know what I am gonna do for the rest of the day, there is no concerts to play for and nowhere I really belong. I just walk down the long road with the hands in my leather pocket jackets keeping myself to myself, the more I walk down the road the more my brain is nagging at me-telling me I have got to keep my head up high. Great, even my head has got the words to my own song, Round And Round, stuck in my head. The more I walk the more I think-I think of what will be my life now, single again, without waking up to Aja's beautiful face-looking forward to come home and be in her company. Even writing songs with her-that was a while ago tho. No, I must think about my daughter, Arrow, two days away from my little girl-that is gonna be the hardest thing alive. Or is Aja has a new boyfriend or husband or whatever, him raising my perfect, sweet Arrow.

I stop walking in a back alley, and put both my hands over my face and bury my head into the cold brick wall. I'm gonna take this really shitty moment right now and I'm gonna remember it and take the inspiration for a new song-I'm basically putting it together now, forget nice little acoustic Dragons...more like welcome back alternative Dragons. The song it has to sound meaner than Nothing Left To Day, but it isn't heavy metal-I had vocal surgery a few years ago and everytime I sing Radioactive ever since my voice hurts. I will never let any speed bumps get in the way of Imagine Dragons and our massive three million, and counting, Dragon fam!

"Rough day?" Huh?

I turn around and see a very pretty girl sitting on the floor with a wine bottle in her hand. She has mascara running down her pale white skin, her long, but glossy brown hair falls out of her loose bun. "Are you okay, miss?" I am slightly concerned for a pretty girl like her to be alone in a back ally of a casino, where there is loud music coming from inside. I'd hate to think what could happen to her.

"No not really. Want some?" I shake my head, I don't really drink...like ever. But I have lost my belief I might as well hit rock bottom.

"Actually?" I cannot believe I am psyching myself up for alcohol. I have had it many times before but I stoped for such a long period of time, I've forgotten the taste. My religion is bad for the alcohol, try to be vegan, cleanse and be homophobic are the only flaws and really nasty, judgmental...like I said I think I have lost my belief. She passes me the bottle of vodka missing crisp white wine. I don't mean to gulp the fire like substance down my throat as fast as I just did-but something inside of me needed that booster.

I hand the wine back to her as she finishes it. "Dan...I'm Dan by the way." She looks up at me with a really pretty gleam in her blue eyes.

"I know who you are Mr. Imagination Dragons. Effie." I nod my head, what a really weird, but don't get me wrong...strange name? Kind of suits her.

"Do you mind if-" I point to the floor next to her as she shrugs. I sit down next to Effie, that's when I realize something about her dress she is wearing that is the answer for a lot of things.

There is so much stuff playing on my mind right now. I feel like I want to scream out, but that would be a little weird to scream in front of Effie since her pretty ears will probably get offended with the stuff that comes out of my mouth. "What happened...at you wedding then-if you don't mind me asking?" Her long white baggy, but pretty wedding dress and white rose bouquet on the ground next to her, the silver tiara headband over her fringe set to the side.

Effie shrugs and hesitates, she dry's the corner of her eyes-her eyes are still very much glossy with tears rolling down her face...black tears from her Egyptian style eyeliner. "My husband...ex or whatever he is to me now-decided in our wedding reception to tell me that he is gay and never liked me, he then had the front to be nasty to me when all I said was why?" Wow. That isn't cool, man that was harsh.

"I'm so sorry that really must suck for you...ouch how did you get that bruise?" She shakes her head crossing her arms tightly over the bruise, obviously not wanting to tell me how she got the large bruise on her arm.

There is another moments of silence. "Can I take you back to your home? Like...you shouldn't be in a back ally. Do you know your in Las Vegas?" Effie is more than extremely British and very posh.

"Please don't make me go back to my foster home! I beg of you Dan! I don't wanna go back there!" Foster home? Wait...fucking hell she is so, so, so young? I thought she was maybe at least four years younger than me not...like what? Fifteen? Oh my God!

"Do you have anywhere else to go?" She cries shaking her head, she bury's her head on her knees in a tight ball crying. I feel helpless. I really wanna help her right now.

What do I do? "Okay, we can go to my friends place, Dan and Ben's apartment? Just to get you all cleaned up? Then we can figure out what to do with you?" She bods her head as I more or less throw the alcohol down the dark end of the ally and help Effie up.

"Effie Smith." She whispers her name as I hold on to her to support her fragile body. She is in a real mess. Well my problems are no where near as bad as hers. Good to know that, without sounding probably selfish?