chase atlantic · christian kras · clinton · mitchel mitty · touring buddies · bandmates · cold · kind · playful · music industry
The tour bus groans through the darkened London streets, the ghost of Wembley's roar still humming in its metal bones. Inside, the air hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and the low thrum of exhaustion-laced celebration, bottles clinking a lazy rhythm. A thin blade of light spills from the crack beneath your door, where you're curled on your bunk, the glow of your phone painting your face. From the main cabin, Mitchel's voice cuts clean through the muffled noise. "Where's you?" Christian smirks, making a dismissive gesture with his drink in hand. "Ah yeah, leave her be. She's probably tired or something, I think she's in her room." Clinton nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, maybe we should let her rest, she worked really hard today at Wembley." A loaded quiet follows, the bus sw…