5sos Preferences You Get Hurt While He's On Tour の小説・ストーリー

Sometimes I think he studies too hard. “Fuck off!” Logan snaps. “Maybe you should hold his hand or stroke his hair,” Enrique continues calmly, “In case the whole PTSD thing is flaring up again.” “Fucking jerks,” Damion murmurs. Does he really have PTSD? “He’s just on edge,” Jackson says. “We all are. It’s time.” Time? For what? “Hells yes,” Logan agrees. “When we’re back together, the San Francisco Boys ride again.” I’m one of a few who know who the famous SFB really are. Doing their death-defying stunts. Sharing it on their 400 billion subscriber channel

We didn’t speak for a long time. Then he pulled back. Looked at me. “I saw the headlines on the plane. They’re saying he relapsed because of us. Because of me.” I shook my head. “It’s not true.” “I know. But it still hurts you. And I hate that.” He cupped my face. “I’m not leaving again,” he said. “Not for a long time. The label can wait. The tour can wait. You three can’t.” I searched his eyes. “You mean that?”

I missed the hell out of her but with everything going on and trying to keep the guys together and straight I barely had time to remember to piss. Holly knows what tonight means to me. To the band. We’re on a fucking worldwide tour, five guys from podunk nowhere Oregon currently on a stage in Austrailia in front of fifty thousand people. That shit just doesn’t happen everyday. My mind flashed to the marquee outside: TONIGHT ONLY: FEISTY - SOLD OUT

I said, quickly kissing her forehead and reluctantly tearing myself away from her warmth. The rest of the show flew by and I still just felt as if I were floating. But I knew this feeling all too well and that’s why I couldn’t shake the nerves buried in my gut. In our world, the Feisty world, nothing is ever this good for too long. If it’s not the press, its the record label, some bull shit somewhere ready to just fuck things up. Corey had a broken wrist on the last tour, courtesy of trying to ski while drunk, just to name one recent untimely event.

Jazz music floating in the background. Mason ditched the hoodie for a black tee and jeans. Somehow, he still looked like someone who belonged on the cover of Rolling Stone. I tried not to look too out of place in my sundress and tired eyes. “I had no idea touring was this much work,” I said, stirring my drink. “I thought you just… show up and sing.” He laughed, leaning back in his seat. “You just offended every artist on the planet.” “Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

I dial quickly, not sure how long I’ll have service. “Hope! Thank god!” Matthew answers. “What’s going on? I’ve been out of range for weeks.” “It’s Tanya. She’s not doing well. We’ve had to cancel nearly every tour date since you left. She’s having constant panic attacks and she’s terrified to go on stage. We need you, Hope. Without you, we’ll have to cancel the entire tour. Mr. Russell is willing to pay whatever you want if you’ll come on tour with us.” I look at Levi. “How long is the tour?”

He was looking at me intensely so I shifted my gaze and looked at the floor, knowing how my cheeks were betraying me. I recovered quickly and asked the next question, "Ok, what's your favourite color, food, band, celebrity?" "Whao, whao, one question at a time. Um... green, I love Mexican food, don't particularly like any, probably Jennifer Lawrence." I gaped at him when he said he doesn't like any band. "Set it off, 5SOS, One-Direction, BTS, Atc, they're all great bands, how could you not like any one of them?!"

I know what worries him—and it's not the pain—it's the thought of calling the concierge doctor, scheduling a surgery, and disrupting the meet-and-greet tour where fans, crew, and everyone on the bus are relying on him. Ashton places the ice baggie over the injured area, and I wash my hands in the sink. "I'm so sorry," Maddy apologizes once again. "If you want to back out of the ultra marathon, I completely understand." Ashton spends three full minutes assuring Maddy that he can still participate. The race isn't happening soon, and they won't have much time to train anyway due to the ongoing tour. Lincoln takes a sip of his beer and observes me as I dry my hands with a towel. He wears blue an

To be honest, I'm not sure how you want me to adapt to that rule of yours. This is something I'm not used to either, so let me know and we can leave immediately or get extra security, because even I'm not used to it. Okay?— The fact that hundreds of people follow you does not change things. "Yeah, that's something I wish I could alter." However, last night, Travis revealed that he and his bandmates are planning a tour for next year, which I knew was inevitable for his career, but made me realize how long we can be apart.

“Because this is my job. And apparently you don't know a hell of a lot about the music business if you think I should be leading tours at this stage. “They can get a replacement while we work our schedules. I'm speechless for a moment. Was he really suggesting this? Serious? I need to put this into words he will understand without a doubt. “No way, Karas. I'm doing the tour. Not only will the label definitely sue me if I miss a single event, let alone a show, this is for the fans who bought tickets to see this show. I won't give up though. —Your fans can watch another season. The next few weeks are critical to figuring out how your career fits into the schedule so as not to interfere with mi