Status: Verrrryyyyyyy Active.
I Will Make You Believe....
Where is the future?
It was two days later when my phone frantically began ringing during the show. Trina had called me 15 times by the time I saw. My phone ringing at merch. I grabbed it and walked out of the venue and towards the bus to grab a snack and answer whatever her calls were. She called once more while I laid across the couch in the front lounge with an apple.
"Trina why-" I couldn't even get the sentence out before I noticed here crying.
"Oh my god you're alive." I sat up and stared forward extremely worried.
"Trina calm down. What are you talking about?"
"There was a shooting in Paris at a concert there. I've been at work all morning and haven't been able to get any kind of confirmation about it and-and all I could think was to call you. I was just picturing the wors-" she broke down into tears and it made me tear up.
"Trina. I'm nowhere near Paris right now but I need to make some calls ok? I promise you everyone here is fine."
I didn't want to end the call with my best friend, but I needed to make sure a different friend of mine wasn't injured. The thought made the tears flow freely.
"Ok but can you call me when you're all done for the night?" I promised to call her and immediately ran out of the bus and to the venue.
I blasted into the production office without a second thought and nearly gave Jordan a heart attack.
"Everything alright?" I ignore him though and ripped open my laptop that I had left in there since we had been working on the North America advance.
I started searching and searching news outlets just for the venue name. It took me a few minutes, all with Jordan staring at me and trying to reach me. A bit more searching after finding the venue name, The Bataclan, and I knew what band was playing and my hand flew up to my mouth.
"Annabel, what's wrong?" Jordan was at my side at this point.
"There's an on going shooting in Paris right now." He frowned.
"I didn't-" I didn't expect him to understand so I explained.
"They went after Bataclan. It's a venue that was ten minutes from where we were. I know someone that was doing merch for that band." Jordan sprung into action at this.
He took my computer and started looking at the information on the screen. He called Ben and Damon into the room. They were checking to make sure that there were no risks associated with the show tonight. At this point, I wasn't needed there. I slipped out of the room as quiet as possible. My phone was in my hand and I continued to dial Nick's number for a good half hour while I paced in the hallway. At first it would ring until it went to voicemail, then it started going straight to voicemail. I didn't know Nick too well, but this was extremely close to home. I was freaking out and I had to drop against the wall in the hallway. My breathing became shallow and the room began spinning. I closed my eyes and brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.
I couldn't believe this was happening. It was like my world was shattering and I knew then that I was having an anxiety attack.
"Annabel?" A voice asked. I couldn't open my eyes though for fear of getting sick. All I could do was wave off the person saying my name.
A few moments later, someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I tried to calm down so much, but the more people that showed up the worse it got. I felt someone slip their arm under my knees and they picked me up. I wrapped my arms around their neck as they carried me away. I heard the bus door open and I heard some talking and a door shutting as the person put me down. When I didn't let them go though, they sat with me.
"Chips, you need to breathe."
The person that had moved me was Josh. He stared rubbing circles on my back and just held me for a few minutes until my breathing returned to normal and I sat up. He was laid in the corner of the couch and had let me rest against his chest until I calmed down.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I took a deep breath and stared at him.
"There was a terrorist attack on a venue just a few minutes from where we were in Paris. They're already saying 30 dead and I knew someone in the building. I can't get him to answer the phone..." my eyes teared up again.
"I'm so sorry Chips..." he wrapped his arms around me again and I did cry this time.
My work instincts kicked in a little bit later and I looked at the clock.
"You're supposed to be on stage!" I pulled away and yelled at him.
"Jordan pushed the show until we check security. It's fine." I wiped my face and stood, wiping down my clothes.
"I need to get back to merch then. Go check in with Jordan." I didn't say anything to him as I walked out the door.
Merch was hectic as someone had said something about pushing the doors back. And when the show eventually did get underway, I had to run and do a restock. Everyone had settled into a somber silence and the show went on. The kids had no idea what happened I'm sure, but it was something I couldn't get over. I finished my work for the night and locked myself in the back lounge to do the accounting. We pulled up to the hotel as I finished and I silently grabbed my stuff and met everyone inside. Jordan doled out the keys as usual for our single rooms.
I wanted nothing more than to get on my computer and frantically search for reports of who died, but I knew we would hear if something happened. All I could do for now is sleep. Except I couldn't sleep.
When 2 am rolled around, I was still awake and staring out the window and the river below the hotel. For some reason I couldn't sleep. So, I texted Josh.
Chippers: Are you awake
A few minutes later, a soft knock sounded at my door. I huffed and threw the blankets off to answer the door. The red haired boy in front of me didn't say a word when I answered the door. He just pushed in and wrapped his arms around me. The door closed behind him as he kind of gently ushered me back inside.
"What are you doing?" He looked down at me and I noticed how tired he looked. I must've woken him up.
"I woke you up, didn't I?" His only response was to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
"If you're asking me if I'm away at 2am, it's because you need someone. I'm here for you." I sighed and just rested my head on his chest again.
"Why don't we just lay down?" I nodded and led him to the bed I had just been laying in.
I laid down and he stood off to the side eyeing the other bed. After an awkward moment he laid down on that bed. We laid like that for a moment before I stood and walked over to the other bed.
"Can I lay with you?" I asked him quietly. He moved under the sheets and raised the sheets so I could slide in with him.
He settled on his right side and me on my left so we were facing each other. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in closer to him. The last thing I remember before falling asleep were the words from Josh.
"Sweet dreams little drummer girl..."
"Trina why-" I couldn't even get the sentence out before I noticed here crying.
"Oh my god you're alive." I sat up and stared forward extremely worried.
"Trina calm down. What are you talking about?"
"There was a shooting in Paris at a concert there. I've been at work all morning and haven't been able to get any kind of confirmation about it and-and all I could think was to call you. I was just picturing the wors-" she broke down into tears and it made me tear up.
"Trina. I'm nowhere near Paris right now but I need to make some calls ok? I promise you everyone here is fine."
I didn't want to end the call with my best friend, but I needed to make sure a different friend of mine wasn't injured. The thought made the tears flow freely.
"Ok but can you call me when you're all done for the night?" I promised to call her and immediately ran out of the bus and to the venue.
I blasted into the production office without a second thought and nearly gave Jordan a heart attack.
"Everything alright?" I ignore him though and ripped open my laptop that I had left in there since we had been working on the North America advance.
I started searching and searching news outlets just for the venue name. It took me a few minutes, all with Jordan staring at me and trying to reach me. A bit more searching after finding the venue name, The Bataclan, and I knew what band was playing and my hand flew up to my mouth.
"Annabel, what's wrong?" Jordan was at my side at this point.
"There's an on going shooting in Paris right now." He frowned.
"I didn't-" I didn't expect him to understand so I explained.
"They went after Bataclan. It's a venue that was ten minutes from where we were. I know someone that was doing merch for that band." Jordan sprung into action at this.
He took my computer and started looking at the information on the screen. He called Ben and Damon into the room. They were checking to make sure that there were no risks associated with the show tonight. At this point, I wasn't needed there. I slipped out of the room as quiet as possible. My phone was in my hand and I continued to dial Nick's number for a good half hour while I paced in the hallway. At first it would ring until it went to voicemail, then it started going straight to voicemail. I didn't know Nick too well, but this was extremely close to home. I was freaking out and I had to drop against the wall in the hallway. My breathing became shallow and the room began spinning. I closed my eyes and brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.
I couldn't believe this was happening. It was like my world was shattering and I knew then that I was having an anxiety attack.
"Annabel?" A voice asked. I couldn't open my eyes though for fear of getting sick. All I could do was wave off the person saying my name.
A few moments later, someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I tried to calm down so much, but the more people that showed up the worse it got. I felt someone slip their arm under my knees and they picked me up. I wrapped my arms around their neck as they carried me away. I heard the bus door open and I heard some talking and a door shutting as the person put me down. When I didn't let them go though, they sat with me.
"Chips, you need to breathe."
The person that had moved me was Josh. He stared rubbing circles on my back and just held me for a few minutes until my breathing returned to normal and I sat up. He was laid in the corner of the couch and had let me rest against his chest until I calmed down.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I took a deep breath and stared at him.
"There was a terrorist attack on a venue just a few minutes from where we were in Paris. They're already saying 30 dead and I knew someone in the building. I can't get him to answer the phone..." my eyes teared up again.
"I'm so sorry Chips..." he wrapped his arms around me again and I did cry this time.
My work instincts kicked in a little bit later and I looked at the clock.
"You're supposed to be on stage!" I pulled away and yelled at him.
"Jordan pushed the show until we check security. It's fine." I wiped my face and stood, wiping down my clothes.
"I need to get back to merch then. Go check in with Jordan." I didn't say anything to him as I walked out the door.
Merch was hectic as someone had said something about pushing the doors back. And when the show eventually did get underway, I had to run and do a restock. Everyone had settled into a somber silence and the show went on. The kids had no idea what happened I'm sure, but it was something I couldn't get over. I finished my work for the night and locked myself in the back lounge to do the accounting. We pulled up to the hotel as I finished and I silently grabbed my stuff and met everyone inside. Jordan doled out the keys as usual for our single rooms.
I wanted nothing more than to get on my computer and frantically search for reports of who died, but I knew we would hear if something happened. All I could do for now is sleep. Except I couldn't sleep.
When 2 am rolled around, I was still awake and staring out the window and the river below the hotel. For some reason I couldn't sleep. So, I texted Josh.
Chippers: Are you awake
A few minutes later, a soft knock sounded at my door. I huffed and threw the blankets off to answer the door. The red haired boy in front of me didn't say a word when I answered the door. He just pushed in and wrapped his arms around me. The door closed behind him as he kind of gently ushered me back inside.
"What are you doing?" He looked down at me and I noticed how tired he looked. I must've woken him up.
"I woke you up, didn't I?" His only response was to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
"If you're asking me if I'm away at 2am, it's because you need someone. I'm here for you." I sighed and just rested my head on his chest again.
"Why don't we just lay down?" I nodded and led him to the bed I had just been laying in.
I laid down and he stood off to the side eyeing the other bed. After an awkward moment he laid down on that bed. We laid like that for a moment before I stood and walked over to the other bed.
"Can I lay with you?" I asked him quietly. He moved under the sheets and raised the sheets so I could slide in with him.
He settled on his right side and me on my left so we were facing each other. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in closer to him. The last thing I remember before falling asleep were the words from Josh.
"Sweet dreams little drummer girl..."