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    Singer/Song-writer, Mitchell Topher Vanek, supposedly passed out on stage while singing a new song, "If You Wanted A Song Written About You" with his band, The Social Outcasts. Medics say it was caused by stress. What could Mr. Mitchell Vanek, the fun little ball of energy, have to stress about?

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    The screen went black. I wanted to get up, and throw the television out of our tour bus right now. While we were moving. Yes, you guessed it, I'm the famous 'Mitchell Topher Vanek' that passed out last night on stage, and we had to cancel the show. Good thing we didn't cancel the whole tour, right?! Wrong. At this moment, I wanted to give up my entire career all because of her. She's the one who caused this, this horrid pain. Her name was Jamie, if you didn't already know. She got her fame because of me. Now forming her own band. That's most likely all she wanted from me in the first place. It was my fault for dating a fan who tackled me during a song. To think I actually liked her in the first place. "Mitch, you okay? Josh, one of my friends, and guitarist, asked. "No." I replied with a single word, like always, and got up, climbing up to my bottom bunk bed and yanking the curtain shut, playing my iPod to the most often played playlist while I looked through pictures of my phone. Why did Jamie have to do that? After gaining my trust, she took my heart, and threw it down a dish disposal, along with all the other nasty vegan-friendly foods she ate.

    Now, I wish I would've died instead of passing out on stage. First, everything was just slow, and I had to lean on Josh for support, and then everything got blurry, and all I could see was the lights out in the crowd, and I couldn't hold myself up anymore. And before I knew it, I was laying on the stage, unable to move, unable to talk, nothing. I just lay there, listening to everything my friend's, and the paramedics were saying. I wanted to tell them that I was okay, I could finish, but I couldn't find my voice. I just couldn't. Where was it, and why was it hiding from me? My voice was obviously something extremely important, seeing that it's my only instrument. Well, if you don't count piano and drums, but singing was my favorite, and main instrument. I had it wherever I went, anyway. That was always a good thing, I suppose. Oh, I don't want to get my mind off of Jamie. I miss her. I love her. And every single time I think of her and her new boyfriend, who she was cheating on me with, I just wanted to drown myself. And you would think that I would be happy, and my normal self on stage.

    Happy, Fun, playful, and carefree. Now, I was just Angry, sad, depressed, and worrying about who else I was going to lose. I didn't want to lose anybody else. Not just by them leaving me. With this, I sighed, and then Khristy, our drummer, pulled open the curtain half way so she was only able to see me. I turned my iPod off. "Mind if I come in?" She smiled -- which, I, simply moved back into the wall decorated with different pictures of friend's, of course the band members, and fans, and even my ex-girlfriend. Khristy got in, and closed the curtain. I looked up at my photo-covered 'ceiling' of the bunk bed, or, simply the bottom of Josh's bunk, and said nothing. "You okay?" She asked me. Khristy was always the healer of everyone out of the band. But, I simply didn't think she could do anything to heal this situation. "No, not really." I replied, with my stupid british accent. I hated my British accent, I hated Jamie, I hated her new boyfriend, I hated how some fans can be such obnoxious fools, I hated that I was hungry, I hated that I could feel every single bump in the road, and our bus-driver, friend, and security guard, wouldn't just slow down, and I hated that I hated everything and couldn't have a good time because of Jamie.

    "D'awww, come on, what happened to the annoying British singer, huh? I miss him, and he needs to move back in!" I couldn't help but smile at her, she made me feel a lot better just with that, but I still wasn't over Jamie. "The annoying British singer won't be coming back for quite some time now." I shrugged my shoulders lightly, trying not to knock her out of the bunk in the process, for she was already half way on my chest, but I didn't really care. I figure it's only because of the small space in here, not because she wants to be. "I'm gonna force him back, then. We're going to Chuckee Cheeses." I turned to look at her. "Cool, get me some pizza while you're in there, yes?" She rolled her ice blue eye's that I always thought were absolutely amazing, but never told her. I simply looked back up at the pictures, tearing the one of Jamie off, wanting to simply throw it in the toilet and take a piss on it. He flicked it away from him, over to the wall, and probably in the side of the rather comfortable mattress he was laying on. "Okay, if you don't want to go to Chuckee Cheeses, where do you want to go?" Khristy asked me, sitting up as much as she could in the bed.

    I rested my head in her lap, and I saw that her face turned a bright red, and she quickly turned away to look at the curtain. Why'd she do that? I simply ignored it, not wanting to let my mind wander too far. "Well, if I can't go back to Bath, then I guess, hell, maybe?" I winked, though she didn't see it. She was still turned around. ""Well, we still have touring to do, and I promise you, you may go back home to England when we're done, and I'm not killing you, nor are you killing yourself, and either way, you won't be going to hell, that's for sure. Now, you need to get up off of your lazy a**, and stop thinking about that WHORE of an ex-girlfriend of yours, and have some fun like you always do." She replied, though she didn't seem angry, but optimist, and she wasn't angry with me either, I knew that. She was just telling me the truth, that I didn't want to do. I couldn't help but smile at her. Why was it that she often did that? She was always optimistic about things. That's just one of the many reasons why she's my best friend. The best of all best friends. "Okay, okay. I shall try. Hey, are we in Vegas yet? It's really early, and I still have to practice."

    I checked the time on my iPod/iPhone touch 3GS, and yawned. It was 5:45 A.M. Meaning, we all must've been up by at least 3:30. The many downsides to being on tour. You had to wake up early, eat, and be ready to get out of the bus so you can go to your hotel room, or stage, whatever you needed to go to. Khristy nodded. "Yep, we're like almost an hour away from the Strip, though. Wanna play some guitar hero for a while?"" We both both smiled, and got out of the bunk bed. Khristy, still a light shade of pink, but she set up their wii like normal, and before I knew it, we were playing the wonderful guitar hero 5. Khristy picked the song "Fame" by David Bowie, only because she knew that was my theme song at the moment. David Bowie was awesome. I sang happily, and somewhere in the ten minutes that we had to get ready, I actually used it, instead of trying to wrestle Josh for my favorite pair of shoes. How had Khristy made me feel so much better within seconds? I know I hadn't had a crush on her since high school, but still, I felt so comfortable around her. But, we're best friend's, that's how you're supposed to feel around best friend's, right? I got dressed, and, we all headed out quickly in our heavy hoodies, only trying to hide from any attacks from fans or paparazzi.

    Thank god it was quick and we rushed to our room before we had anybody recognize us. Me and Khristy got a different room though, only because we had rented one of those normal rooms because we were only staying for three days before we were back on the road. Getting to our room, I collapsed the bed, and Khristy crawled up next to me. There were a few minutes of silence before she broke it. "Don't get mad at me, or anything. Okay?" Before I had a chance to ask her why she'd even think I would get mad at her for anything, unless she was kicking me out of the band or something, then I'd probably be mad. Or, actually, a little bit more sad than mad. But, screw that. Before I could say anything, she leaned down, and gave me a passionate kiss. She did, this was for real. This was Khristy. I was utterly shocked, but let it go after a while, and smiled in the middle of our kiss, a little confused as to why she stopped. I opened my eye's, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip, I stared at her, then smiled, and kissed her back. I was... enjoying this? I was no longer depressed over Jamie. Jamie could go screw her new boyfriend for all I cared. She didn't need her. Now, it was Khristy I was thinking about.


    And then the lights went out.