Twisted Strings [MONSTER EDITING - Read at your own risk]

Death March

‘’I don’t think so, stop asking weird things.’’

‘’Just shut up and get ready, we’re already late.’’

I let out a whiny voice, ‘’Can’t I take a break?’’

‘’Stop being a child Quinn, we’re already short of time. And if your dad wakes up and your hangover is still there, what’ll you do?’’

Well, he did have a point. I admitted defeat and lazily pulled off the covers, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

‘’And it doesn’t mean we are over yet, we are going to talk about this after practice.’’

‘’I don’t think either of us will have energy for that.’’ I muttered,

‘’I heard that,’’ Rhodes voice came from the room; I closed the bathroom with too much force, making an incredibly loud noise.

‘’Yes boss, whatever you say.’’

* * * *

The next days went away pretty fast.

We wee super busy with everything, exerting ourselves as much as possible. In the end our hard work paid off and we were completely ready, as good as new. Lars was getting better but the progress was painfully slow. I still felt bad about playing without him. Even if Rhodes said otherwise, I knew all four of us would miss him on stage and strongly feel his absence.

We all were visiting him and kept him updated on everything. All he complained about was not being able to eat junk food and bear with hospital’s food. Since our practice was done, we had decided to do it in front of him but the doctors didn’t gave permission because it would cause too much noise than suitable for the hospital’s environment. Secondly, in Lars state he couldn’t me moved anywhere else, since his bones and muscles were going through a treatment. Though we had recorded it and then uploaded it in his I-pod.

Rhodes wasn’t mad at me but he kept reminding me about my ‘recklessness’ and ‘rebellion’.

Oliver wasn’t returning my messages or calls; I was quite worried about that. After what happened in the bar, it seemed like our connection was completely turned off. I wanted to know if everything was alright, it was driving me crazy.

He hadn’t been at the lake side anymore; I couldn’t seem to get hold of him.

Why wasn’t he answering me? Did I do something wrong that night? Did I say something that might have offended him? These questions were torturing my brain silently.

Though I knew I had to keep my focus on the task ahead; the third and most important round before the finale. I was confident about our performance and I was looking forward to it. Hopefully I would be able to talk to Oliver as well.