It was about an hour before the gig, and only half until the doors opened. I was helping Tony fix his bass strap.
"I'm going down to the pit today, been a while since I had a good mosh" I said
"Okay, so long as you're careful" Tony replied, trying to hold his bass steady.
"Hey Ember, your phone rang earlier" Jaime said, jogging to give it me.
"Thanks, what was the number?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, there was no caller ID and I didn't recognise the number. it was an english number for sure"
"Okay thanks again"
I took it off his hands and walked to the locker rooms. I scrolled through my phone to find the call list.
1 MISSED CALL
I tapped the notification and looked at the number.
+447409456094
I pressed the call button and waited for an answer.
"Hello Sophie" A growling voice said
"Who are you?" I spoke calmly
"How are you today?"
"I said who is this? Don't you dare fuck with me!"
"Enjoying Manchester?"
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Well enjoy it while it lasts, because you won't be around much longer"
"What... Lucy is that you?"
"You've got until the 31st of May"
"But that's my birth-"
"31st of may"
and then the line went dead. I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself, when I broke down. Mike came in through the doors and ran towards me. He sat me between his legs and he wrapped his arms around me.
"shhhh it's okay, Mike's here" He whispered in my ear. "What's wrong?"
"The call, it was this, guy, he said he was... on my birthday-"
I tried to say more, but I started to cry again.
"Shhhh, it's okay, no one's gunna hurt you, I won't let them"
I lolled my head back onto his shoulder and calmed myself down.
"Now chin up, go get yourself ready, I hear you're going in the pit tonight"
"Worlds greatest mosh pitter at your service"
"I guess we'll see tonight"
I smiled and went for a shower. I changed into http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_80/set?id=89464411 and went round to head downstage to the pit. It was about 2 hours into the gig, and PTV had just finished Hell above, and were just about to start the next song, I was on the edge of a circle pit and was about to join in when a man behind me grabbed my shoulder, and whispered gently in my ear.
"Thirty-first"
I held my breath and felt my body become weak. I turned to see the guy but he'd vanished. I then looked at a guy next to me and said;
"Can you help me out of here please, I'm gunna faint"
He nodded calmly and held my and supported my shoulder. He took me to the bar where he got me some ice and a cold bottle of water.
"Thanks" I shouted over the music.
"Don't mention it, you wanna go outside for a while?"
"Sure"
We went out through the doors and we sat against the walls outside.
"Aren't you Ember Perry?" He asked
"Yeah"
"Oh my god, this is so great"
"Haha, thanks"
"There's this massive section in Kerrang! about you and everything!"
He pulled a magazine out and showed me the cover. Me and Tony were on the front.
PERRY WHO?
read the title underneith. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ugh, I hate this picture of me, haha" I smiled, opening up Kerrang.
I smiled at the contents then handed it back.
"You're really pretty" The guy shyly said
"Awh, thanks, what's your name then?"
"Dylan"
"I had a best friend called Dylan once, he was pretty cool, I'm sure you're the same"
He went a reddy colour. I smiled and looked over to the road. A woman dressed in all white with long dark hair was stood waving at me. She then walked towards me, slowly, dragging one foot behind the other as she walked. Then a car pulled round the corner and headed towards this girl. As the car got closer, she didn't stop, nor did the car. Just as the two were about to colide, she vanished. I screamed a 'NO', scrambling to my feet to try and get to her, but she was gone. I was slowly going insane, and it was all because of a call.