Love's Requiem

The following night, we were finally making out way to Canada and I was hanging out in the back of the bus with John while Jesse, and the rest of Emmure were in the front lounge getting wasted with the Unearth guys. This tour I seem to cut back on drinking, only because I usually helped the tour managers take care of the guys the following morning, as well as I kept John company and the other members of his band that were also straight edge. John was on his laptop while I was watching the soccer report as it was going over the world cup qualifying matches that had went on earlier today.

"That's weird." I mumbled as they began to go over the Croatian match.

"What is?" John asked me looking up from the screen.

"Niko didn't play, that doesn't make any sense."

"Did he say he was playing?"

"Well he should be I haven't heard from him since February though. He stopped replying to my texts."

"Try giving him a call?"

"Good idea." I nodded flipping up the screen of my phone and calling Niko, but he didn't pick up so I left a short message asking how everything was. I figured at that point my best bet would be to call Luka so I did.

"And what do I owe the joy of you calling me at 4 am?" Luka's voice asked on the other line.

"How come Niko didn't play in the game today?" I asked quickly in Croatian.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He got hurt during a pompey match."

"What?" I said a little shocked.

"Relax, it wasn't a big deal he's doing fine in rehab right now."

"I haven't heard from him in a while is everything okay?"

"Not my place to say, physically he's doing better."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means he's fine now let me go back to sleep." He chuckled, "How are you doing? How's filling in for your friend going?"

"Good, good I'm on my way to Canada right now."

"Have fun with that, can I go back to sleep now?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank you, I'll see you in July." He said hanging up.

"So what's the deal?" John asked me.

"Apparently he got hurt."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, Luka said it wasn't really serious and he's in rehab right now doing fine."

"Well that's good at least."

"I guess." I frowned with a nod, as I went back to watching TV.

For the first time ever, in all the times I've had to go through the Canadian border I've never had a problem. For some reason whoever the officer we had look at our passports this time found a huge problem with me having an American passport that read "Nationality: Croatia, Place of birth: Zadar, Croatia". And because of this I was held at the border for two hours delaying us and Winds of plague because we shared the bus, and making us miss our sound checks by the time we were finally let go and made it to the venue.

"What happened got caught with a fake passport?" Buz joked as I stormed in to the venue.

"They thought it was! All because I wasn't born here! I've never had that problem ever!" I ranted.

"Let me see that!" Ken said grabbing the passport out of my hands.

"Zadar? Yeah, you totally just whooped my passport's ass, Boston doesn't sounds as cool as
Zadar. What would that me you? Zadarian? "

"Dalmatian." I corrected as I took it back putting it back in my bag.

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"It is what it is!" I told him as I headed to do a quick sound check before the doors were to
open in an hour.