Along with the rest of the band, he's been run ragged the past month in preparation for the world tour, and then there'd been the extra strain of Sora being gone, and Hype Week is just a fucking bitch. He returns to the penthouse after a late-night talk show appearance feeling on the verge of collapse, barely managing to make it to his room and kick off his shoes before flopping down on the bed, still fully clothed.
He's out cold in seconds.
In his dream, he's on stage performing, which isn't surprising. He and the rest of the guys are completely in sync, pulling off every move, hitting every note. They finish a complicated series of gyrations in perfect unison, eliciting screams of adoration from the crowd, and then there's an expectant pause while a prerecorded drum machine loop blares in the background.
After a moment or two one of his bandmates - a blonde guy who is definitely not Maxxie but Jamie recognizes anyway - leans over to him and mutters, "Dude, that's the cue for your solo!" and points across the stage, where a spotlight comes up on an electric organ.
The thing that surprises Jamie most about this is that nobody had told him Flashstep was becoming a prog-pop fusion band.
He takes his place behind the organ and then is at a complete loss for what to do. He knows how to play piano, okay, but look at all these fucking buttons and shit. What is he even supposed to do with those?
He positions his fingers to play a chord, and then -
Jamie Hemeros | Pride Records | Flashstep (DREAM PLZ)
Along with the rest of the band, he's been run ragged the past month in preparation for the world tour, and then there'd been the extra strain of Sora being gone, and Hype Week is just a fucking bitch. He returns to the penthouse after a late-night talk show appearance feeling on the verge of collapse, barely managing to make it to his room and kick off his shoes before flopping down on the bed, still fully clothed.
He's out cold in seconds.
In his dream, he's on stage performing, which isn't surprising. He and the rest of the guys are completely in sync, pulling off every move, hitting every note. They finish a complicated series of gyrations in perfect unison, eliciting screams of adoration from the crowd, and then there's an expectant pause while a prerecorded drum machine loop blares in the background.
After a moment or two one of his bandmates - a blonde guy who is definitely not Maxxie but Jamie recognizes anyway - leans over to him and mutters, "Dude, that's the cue for your solo!" and points across the stage, where a spotlight comes up on an electric organ.
The thing that surprises Jamie most about this is that nobody had told him Flashstep was becoming a prog-pop fusion band.
He takes his place behind the organ and then is at a complete loss for what to do. He knows how to play piano, okay, but look at all these fucking buttons and shit. What is he even supposed to do with those?
He positions his fingers to play a chord, and then -