I dug my nails into my thighs to keep myself calm while Jaime drove us back to the stage. The last thing I need is a panic attack right now...

"Tony," Jaime said, "Calm down. We sound great, I'm sure we'll blow their socks off!"

I smiled at Jaime and nodded. He thought I was nervous about the audition, which I was, but not in the way he thinks I am. I'm more nervous about playing in front of Vic and Mike than I am about making the band. I think I want to make it, but something's telling me the three of us would be better off if I didn't.

Jaime was right though, we sounded pretty sick when we practiced this morning. He played his bass party along with the recording, and it fit perfectly. When I played him my part, he was shocked that I played it exactly the way it was on recording. He said something about me never picking up on things this fast before. Little did he know...

When we arrived at our destination, Jaime park the car and we retrieved our cases from the back seat. We walked in silence until we reached the side door. He stopped and pulled me into a small hug and said, "No matter what happens in their, we're in this together."

I hugged him back and nodded, knowing that this was going to be a very long and stressful day.

We walked to the stage we had played at yesterday, we saw that it was outfited with a drum set, a microphone and a guitar. The guitar was Vic's, I recognized it as the one he used in high school. I glanced down at my case, wondering if one of them would recognize imy guitar. I doubt it, the only reason I recognized Vic's is because I knew it was his.

"Hello?" Jaime called out, causing my to realize the room was empty, "Is anyone here? Vic?"

A head stuck out from behind a previously unseen curtain at the back of the stage, it was Mike's head, "Oh sorry guys," he said, his voice ringing through my ears, "You guys can get set up and start warming up, we'll be out in a minute."

Then he was gone. His voice lingered in my mind, I thought of the last time I had heard it;

"Tony?" Mike said, "Can we go for a walk? I want to talk to you."

"Sure Mikey!" I exclaimed, happily, it was the middle of August. The summer had been really tough, but Mikes getting a lot better. He has bad days sometimes, but I always try to chase his demons away. The anti-depressents worked pretty well, he lost himself for a bit because of them... But with help from myself, Vic and music, he found himself once again.

We walked in silence down the street from his house, where we had spent a majority of the summer. I tryed to grab his hand a few times, only to be denied. I shrugged it off as nothing, sometimes the medicine makes his skin tender and sore. He walked about a step ahead of me, and as much as I tryed to match his pace, he always went a bit faster, like he didn't want me next to him.

He suddenly stopped walking, I looked around and noticed we were in front of my house, "What are we doing here?" I asked, smiling

"Because this is the end of the road," he said, no emotion in his voice. His back was facing me so I couldn't see his face.

"What?" I asked, the smile dropping from my face, "No it isn't, see?" I motioned to the strip of houses in front of him.

"No Tony," he said, turning to face me, "This is the end of our road. You're going to go in to your house and I'm going to walk back to mine. You are going to stay at your house, and you are going to forget all about me."

"What are you saying?" I said, feeling tears well into my eyes. I was scared now, I can't lose him.

"I'm breaking up with you Tony," he said. Then he walked away, leaving me alone.

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I shuddered at the memory. I remembered yelling at him to turn around, screaming for him not to leave me alone, but he did. I remember collapsing on the sidewalk in front of my house. I remember Austin getting home from work and seeing me. I remember him picking me up and carrying me inside. I remember crying, I remember crying a lot.

I was visibly shaking now and it was getting harder to breath.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I mumbled to Jaime before running out of the room.

I ran and ran until I was far enough away from the stage. I fell down to the floor and pulled my wallet out of back pocket. I pulled out my emergancy blade out, it was small and not very sharp. But I need it, oh do I need it. I pulled up my shrit and slashed until I could think clearly again. The blade was so dull they didn't even bleed.

I slowly walked back to the stage, feeling a lot calmer now. When I reached my destination, I realized that I was only one not ready to go. I climbed on stage and pulled my guitar out.

"You ok man?" Vic asked, looking over at me.

"Yeah I'm fine."

Notes

I feel like this chapter is longer than usual, I hope that isn't a problem haha. I desided that I'm going to post a few more chapters today because I can. Kay? Cool. c:

We recently reached 600 veiws, which is pretty badass. Thanks so much for sticking with me through all of this. Love you! <3