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Brompton Cocktail	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Never Happened! No, no, no! All fiction, I don't know A7x, I'm not making any money. This is all made up.

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The sky was low with gray clouds. With the speed the bus was going the gray was uniform, but if he looked off into the distance he could see some were actually white and others closer to black. They were all swollen with moisture though, even though it had been snowing for a couple hours.

Snowflakes slammed into the windshield with only a whisper of sound. The quiet squeak of the black windshield wipers was the only funeral song they received before their broken and mangled bodies were tossed aside to collect the dirt and grime from the road. The tires crunched over their brethren heedlessly destroying their delicate frozen skeletons and blackening their once pristine white with dirt and oil.

He sat alone in the front watching the snowflakes’ delicate dance outside his window before the wind swept them away. The silence was heavy, the bus driver’s radio didn’t crackle and he didn’t even have music on. He focused on the spacious snow covered fields out his window so he couldn’t hear the beautiful little flakes’ death song from the front.

Between the gray sky and white snow dull golden corn stalks from the fall’s harvest jutted from the ground; jagged sculptures disrupting the tranquil flow of the landscape. A splash of color and memory of life when all the world could remember was death and gray clouds and white snow.

From the back Jimmy yelled at something, a strident sound in the deep silence that permeated the bus. Laughter almost as loud as his drum set echoed through the bus as Johnny and Brian added their unique sounds to the quiet atmosphere.

From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow; he turned and found himself trapped by two emeralds. He held the gemstone gaze willingly until Zack looked away, out the windshield at the snowflake massacre. He sighed quietly and walked over to him and sat down on his lap, “You’re cold.” He murmured. Matt sighed but didn’t answer. He hadn’t noticed his chilled skin until Zack’s burning fingers ran over his arms leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He pressed his cold lips against Zack’s temple; Zack turned in his arms and snuggled against him. His warm body made Matt realize just how cold he was, he shivered involuntarily and held Zack closer. Zack nuzzled his neck, “We’ll be okay.” He whispered. Matt didn’t say anything but kissed him again and held him tightly.

He woke up when Zack moved. He saw Jimmy darting down the stairs and nuzzled Zack’s warm neck.
“Sound check.” He murmured. Matt held him tighter; he didn’t want to let him go. He didn’t want to go to the stage. He wanted to go home and sleep. His heart echoed hollowly in his head and he knew he could sleep until the end of time and the pain in his chest would never leave. He unwillingly let Zack go after a few minutes. Once they were both standing Zack wrapped his arms around his neck, “I love you Matty.” His silken lips brushed his neck and he sighed and pressed his lips to Zack’s ear, “You’re my life Zack.”

“They’ll come around.” The little guitarist whispered pressing against him. Matt sighed but knew Zack didn’t really believe that and neither did he.

They knew their families would have struggled against their relationship, but having their friends and band mates, people closer than brothers, shy away from them was more than Matt could really bear. If he could go back in time he would never let them know. He and Zack had been fine for more than a year hiding their relationship from everyone. Zack let go of him and then slowly headed for the door. Matt stood a moment longer staring at the swirling flakes outside the window and then he too headed for the door.

He got of the bus and the cold wind tore at his exposed skin. Tiny snowflakes driven by the wind lashed against his cold cheek. The once white snow was brown, black and gray from the tread of a dozen or more shoes; he followed the dirty trail to the stage. There the snow took its final revenge and made the steps up to the doors slippery and dangerous. He didn’t pay attention to them and climbed the slick stone.

The stage was once his place to hide, it was what he looked forward to, it was someplace he and his friends could live. Now the stage was more like a prison. The crowds chained him to the front with his band. The only reason he walked out on stage almost every night was because of Zack. The little guitarist lived for the roar of the crowd, the lights, and the adrenaline rush. He would do anything to make the little guitarist happy, but he knew he was still letting him down.

He walked out on stage every night but it wasn’t all of him. He was pretty sure some of him was still on the bus asleep even now; he didn’t know where the rest of him was. It was obvious to his ears how flat and dead his voice was. The passion and drive were gone; it would probably be more entertaining if he just read the lyrics to the kids.

Someone pushed a mic into his hand and he shook himself from his thoughts. Tonight he would make Zack happy, tonight he would force himself to sing like he used to. He stared at the microphone in his hand and wondered if he remembered how.

The lights dimmed, their cue to take the stage. He walked out and tried to find his energy, the white stage lights bleached the color from the blue-grey stage. Outside the wind howled but the snow no longer fell.
The place was packed with bright eyed kids eager to see them. He looked over the crowd and again tried to find that spark that had pushed gotten their music from unknown underground to Warner Brothers’ label.
The fire stayed hidden though, and when the music for Radiant Eclipse started he closed his eyes and summoned his flagging energy.

He knew he hadn’t made Zack happy he could feel it. It tore at him that he couldn’t give him what he wanted. He stepped back onto the bus more tired than he had been. His throat was raw and his body ached and it was for nothing. Nothing in the show had changed; his voice was just as flat, just as dead.

His cramped bunk called for him and he willingly answered. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants out and started to pull off his shirt.

“Shads you okay?” the soft voice was almost unfamiliar. Absently he nodded; he wasn’t sure why Brian was talking to him, unless he’d done worse than he thought. That idea nearly killed him, he had actually been trying to sing; if it was worse he wasn’t sure what he would do.

“You’ve been…off…for awhile.” His voice faltered and Matt looked at him tiredly, he just wanted to sleep. Brian met his eyes for a moment and then he turned and left without a word. Zack walked in and watched Brian head for the back lounge, Matt wanted to hide in his bunk, “I’m sorry.” He said quietly. Zack blinked and looked at him, “For what?” he murmured. His warm arms wrapped around his waist and Matt sighed as warmth spread through him again.

“Matty I love you.” He whispered, “Everyone has a bad night, you’re not perfect.”

“I’ve been having a bad tour.” Matt said staring out the window by his bed. Zack’s arms tightened around him but he didn’t say anything for a moment, “We’ll be at the hotel in a few hours.” He murmured. Matt sighed and fell into his bunk with Zack still pressed against him, his warm body the only blanket he needed.

A/N: So I decided to add the other little blurbs to the original “Suicidal Tendencies” Hope you like them. Thanks for your reviews.
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