Daniel's POV

We have a show tonight on Melbourne. We just finished the making of the Freak videoclip last week, and tour is about to start. Thing is I should be excited about this imporant leap with the band and the new album, but all I can feel is this anxiety that's corroding me from the inside. I'm feeling restless, uneasy. There's something I can't figure out, a feeling such as the one I get when I forget something and I can't remember what. No matter how hard I try to figure out what it is, I can't pinpoint what's going on inside of me.

I'm sitting on a burgundy velvety armchair, legs folded up to my chest, eating my M&Ms. We just arrived at the hotel, and I'm all alone in my room. Being alone is not good for me lately, although it helps me to write my feelings and lyrics, I can't control my thoughts when I'm alone anymore. There's this ruthless sensation carving a hole in my chest, and then it comes. Like when you accidentally hit a bruise and the pain reminds you of the moment you hurted yourself. I long for Ben's company, I miss him. But it's hard for me to realize it's him I need, it's him I want with me now.

- Hey Raggedy Ann, whatcha doing?

As if a shooting star went through, Ben came into my room. He was holding a tub of chocolate ice cream (my favourite). A smile crossed my face like a lightning burning in the sky.

- Shut up Benny the dog, come here.

Ben sat in the armchair next to me, he offered me the ice cream.

- You read my mind, goob.

I said while I threw the rest of the M&Ms I had into the ice cream. Ben searched his pockets like he had lost something.

- I thought I brought another spoon here with me, damn.

He looked around, eyes half-closed. I found myself looking at him for all that time, my mouth slighly open. I love watching the highlights in his long hair. He looked me back, laughing a bit.

- Are you ok? You look kinda lost in there, mate.

- Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

His voice startled me for a second and I came back to reality. I felt my cheeks burning like fire.

- You can use mine, we'll share it.

He said, offering me his spoon. I looked up at him, directly into his eyes while I started eating. I suddenly felt like I had sunburned my whole body.

- So have you sketched our setlist?

He said. I passed him back the ice cream and handed him the spoon. I watched him carefully as he started eating up the ice cream, choosing all the red M&Ms. An OCD he always had and I've always loved.

- Yeah, I figured we'll start with Slave. Here it is. It's the best for the opening, you know, powerful. Whatcha think, goob?

I handed him the setlist, waiting for his reaction. I noticed his shirt was spouted with ice cream, and so was his chin. I grinned like an idiot, trying to moderate my thoughts about it.

- Hey, you got something there.

I said looking at his lips. I was getting closer and closer to him without even noticing. He just kept looking at me, like he knew what my intentions were, without saying anything, staying still. 

I was close enough to feel the warmth coming out his face when the door burst open, and I quicky jumped out, like if I had been discovered doing something secret. It was Chris, bass on hand, hair all messy.

- Hey mates, are we going to practice something for tonight or what?