We reached Tampa that early morning, I think the sun hated us that day because the car's thermometer read 92 degrees. And we had to play a festival outside, fully clothed also. Def always complained in the hot weather, we didn't have roadies so we all helped load one another's gear, it wasn't too tedious, just uncomfortable. It didn't bother me a bit.
Strype was singing his warm-ups behind our beat up van. Def kept a mini practice pad with him at all shows, and me and Hypno always did warm-up scales and push ups before all shows, venues or backyards, we always liked to play at our best. You never know who's watching. Once we had all finished our devotionals we met up under this tall oak tree that just covered us in so much shade, it was an amazing relief.
I need a drink. Hypno said
Don't you dare. I threatened. I hated alcohol, I never understood it. Ever since Hypno picked up his first drink it's turned him into a sloppier guitarist.
I have a little extra pocket change, I can run somewhere and get something to drink. Def imposed. We never turned down anything like that.
Alright guys, can we get ready? Strype eyed all of us
We nodded in return
Good. Now, there's going to be about 100 to, hopefully, 200 people here today. The heat's just a little setback. Which is why I asked if the stage can be near the lake. He pointed to the glistening lake behind us and the stage. What prevented me from jumping in right then and there I don't know.
Then let's bleed some ears! I exclaimed energetically. I placed my hand in the center of the square we somehow made. All hands followed suit. Before every show, we all said a little prayer, the length of the prayer always determined the amount of nervousness. Oh, I didn't say we're a Christian alternative band? Being labeled that was the most rebellious and non-conformed a band, let alone the musicians, could become. And we loved it.
The Breaking Point was the opening act, and we were opening for Ise. The name was of Japanese origin, I had read up on it in my spare time. They were a metalcore act, I knew their drummer too well. I wonder if she still remembers meor if we can still be friends. I thought to myself. My cell phone's clock dialed mid-day, the heat was relentless. The manager came running up to us, sweating like a live pig in a spit. You guys are the headlining act. He forced out the words between heavy breaths. Strype looked at his incredulously, like he had just received a gift from God.
What?! How? What happened with Ise? His eyes widened at the thought of headlining for a group of people like this.
Ise's tour van crashed off the side of the road. He looked at me with eyes that depicted death. I stared at him like a helpless newborn puppy being taken away from his mother.
Is everyone okay? I asked, trying to mask the emotion I was clearly showing.
You could say that. His eyes told the entire story. My mind ran one scenario that seemed to strike gold with what actually happened. The van crashed, none of the members were conscious, all of them had apparently had passed out from the previous night's drinking masquerade. They died in their sleep.
Def, Strype, Hypno, and the festival manager, all looked at me, as I kept all that anger in.