I Fear I Might Break

"Are we there yet?"

"Damien, you asked two seconds ago. There is no possible way that we could be there," stated Edward.

"Things can happen in two seconds, man. A UFO could fly through the sky in two seconds."

"That argument is not going to get you anywhere."

"Well, it was worth a try."

Silence. The scenery sped past the window. I sighed.

Hope the bands are full of good people. Hope they don't think I'm a freak. Maybe I shouldn't be in this band. They don't need me... I could end it all, just open this car door and—

"Sin," Mina tapped my shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"While you dazed out, we nominated you to be our front woman."

I looked at her. "Why can't Damien do it? He is the eccentric loud mouth of the group. Plus he's more feminine than I'll ever be."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Damien flipped his hair.

"They'll think we're crazy and kick us off the tour if he speaks for us." Mina explained.

Like we're not crazy already.

"And you guys can't do it because," I trailed off

"We don't want to."

"Fine."

Why fight it.

Mina's eyes held concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine."

Just having second thoughts about everything.

"No you're not," butted in Octave.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

Fucked up

Insane

Neurotic

Emotional

F.I.N.E

Octave and Mina looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

Silence. Sweet wonderful silence.

"Are we there yet?" asked Damien again.

"God damn it, Damien! Shut the fuck up!" yelled Edward.

"Never!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"I'd like to see you try." Damien stuck out his tongue.

"You better not ask that question on the tour bus or I'll rip your eyes out with a spork!"

"Watch me."

"Guys," said Mina as we approached a large building

"What!" they yelled at the same time.

"We're here."