The boys seemed extra excited to get the concert started the next day. At rehearsal they practiced 110%, got done earlier than expected and just had lots of fun afterwards. Brian convinced Cliff to climb up a beam to see how high he could go, and he made it to the top. Nobody even got mad. But all that was about to change.

We were backstage, just minutes till eight. They were heading out there when a tall man, presumably one of the security stopped them. I couldn't hear what they said, but based on the looks they gave it wasn't good. The man left and the band turned around and came back over.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Brian pulled me aside.

"Lass, there's been a problem." I could see in his eyes...he was crying a little. Now I was even more nervous.

"What happened?"

"So, I suppose when people were comin' in to see us ya' know, they came runnin' in too quick. There's one dead."

"What happened?" I asked again horrified. Dead? What do you mean dead?

"They were killed running to the front," Cliff explained. Malcolm took off his guitar and set it down as he walked off somewhere. Angus looked too upset to say anything.

"So now what?" Phil asked.

"We can't let them down, but I don't really want to continue this," Cliff debated.

"They're already out there and everything," Brian said quietly.

"We can't do this. Not after that," Phil decided.

"What are we gonna do? Tell everyone to leave?" Angus asked. "We can't do that either."

"Mal's just up and left," Brian muttered. Another man came up to them to talk.

"It's too late to cancel this thing you gotta get up there," he said.

"Someone's passed, we can't just continue with this, the way it is," Phil said.

"You can't stop now, we got too many out there."

"We can't play over a dead man!" Angus nearly shouted.

"You don't want the papers to say you quit you gotta-"

"Fuck them! Fuck them then!" Angus interrupted.

"We don't give a fuck what the papers say, if we go, they'll talk. If we don't go, they'll talk," Phil said. Yet another man came up.

"You need to go out there now. Get yourselves ready and go." We all stood there not wanting to, but arguing wasn't helping. "This is not up for debate guys, you need to go out there now."

"Mal's not even here," Angus mumbled. Just then Malcolm came back looking half pissed and half mournful.

"They're not lettin' us go till we play. Fuckin' badgers." He grabbed his guitar and went on. The rest reluctantly followed and the two other men as well. I stayed back on the couch nearby. And just wept. From my understanding, someone was crushed to death when everyone rushed to the front. I completely forgot about this moment. And then I remembered that even worse news was about to follow.

The show ended.

I waited backstage for the boys but they didn't show for a while. Angus eventually came back and nearly threw his guitar on the seat next to me before walking off somewhere. I didn't even see the rest come back. A few people with backstage passes came but didn't stay due to the unfortunate situation. I never knew if they even got to see the band.

The crowds all left and we went back to the hotel in complete and utter silence. Everyone went to his own room and Angus went to my bedroom and closed the door. I didn't want to bother him, but I had to make sure he was okay.

"Angus?" I knocked. He didn't answer. I opened the door and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Not particularly."

Angus sat in Hannah's bedroom for a long time. He just needed a place for himself, to think. To be alone. He also didn't want Hannah to see him cry. He had gotten news that not one, but three people had been killed before the show. All three of them teenagers. "You're killin' me you know that Ang?"

"You don't understand Bon, they're dead."

"I think I understand better than most people."

"That's not-I just meant-never mind," Angus sighed.

"In all seriousness, this never should have happened. You know? They're just kids! Three kids come to see a good show. All for nothin'"

"Angus?" Hannah knocked on the door.

"You gonna answer?" Angus said nothing. "You gonna answer me?" The door opened and Hannah came in.

I sat next to him. "Three's dead," he mumbled. I didn't answer, just leaned up next to him. "Three kids-teenagers anyway, came to see us and they got killed." He looked up at me from his hands, eyes wet and red. "You know that could have been you."

"Lucky it wasn't. Could have been anyone."

"Didn't want to play, but we couldn't leave what we started. We're gonna be hearing about this tomorrow. Won't be anything good." I closed my eyes and sighed.

"It never is with those guys. They take anything bad and make it worse just to spice it up. Even if it wasn't what happened."

"They never make a damn lick of sense either. The stories are way off, not close to realistic, and everyone believes them. They don't want to hear it from the real guy, they'll be proved wrong."

"We'll just face it tomorrow. Can't think about that now, those kids are what matter."

"You're right. Couldn't imagine if that were you. This never should have happened. You knew it would didn't you?" I winced thinking he'd be mad at me. That seemed to be a pattern lately.

"Yeah, but I completely forgot until it happened."

"I see. This tour's been nuts for you hasn't it?" He gave me a smile.

"It's Ballbreaker, it has to be."

"You want to call it a day?"

"More than anything."

"I'll get out of your way then," he said. He kissed my forehead and stood up to leave. As soon as he got up I felt a different presence sit beside me.

"Angus?"

"Yeah."

"I got this feeling."

"What's that?"

"I-I just feel that Bon is here. Somehow with us you know."

Angus watched as Bon gave Hannah a light hug. She'd feel his warmth but not his whole person. "You don't say." She nodded. "I suppose I do too." Angus left the room.