Calum looked down at his dark dirty hands that had been withered from the strings of his bass. He held a burning cigarette in between his teeth, completely ignoring Augusts Waters' metaphor.
He knew what he was doing was killing him.
He knew it wasn't good.
But maybe that was why he did it, because he knew it was wrong. But it didn't matter now since it was too late to stop.
He looked up to the clouds and squinted as the sun greeted his unshielded eyes with warm rays. Calum took the cigarette from his mouth and blowed his gray cloud of smoke out into the atmosphere like a coughing dragon.
He laid back on the grassy ground where he was sitting and stared up at the sky.
As his tired eyes were shut the sounds of chattering people and musical instruments were blocked out. All he saw was blackness, all he heard was nothing, and he liked it like that.
He liked to be nothing for a change.
His nothingness however was interrupted by someone calling him down from the hill he was laying upon.
Slowly Calum sat up to see his brown haired band mate waving him over from backstage.
He smiled and tossed his cigarette to the ground not thinking twice if the grass would ignite into flames.
Calum rose to his feet and stretched.
He made his way down the hill and admired the scenery until his eyes fell upon the massive stage in front of him.
"Come on you'll miss soundcheck!" Ashton said as his friend got closer "don't want to keep them waiting for much longer, yeah?" he referred to their fans.
Calum smiled "I would never"
As much as he liked being nothing for a while, he enjoyed being something much more.
