Hmm…
I’ve noticed a lot of Green Day fans have started following my account… Is it that you have decided to leave that shit band and join The Network family? Well done you people, welcome to the real art world…
And don’t forget to join The Church of Lushotology!
Yes, the first years in the church were amazing and the role as “The Reverend” suited me’s better and better as time passed. At the same time the list of names I’s left a mark on grew longer and longer… It was hard for most people to resist my charm anyway, so I’s came to the point, that I’s didn't hold back anymore. But somehow the more people I’s made scream my name in one way or the other, the less I’s could stand my the thoughts in my own head. At some point it got so bad I’s tried some pills against it, since the alcohol didn’t completely work anymore… I’s thought it couldn’t get any further downward at this point… Naive thinking.
It was another Saturday night, that meant prime time in the church of Lush. The queue outside was as long as every weekend and the great hall was filled with shouting and cheering in the process. Meanwhile in the backstage area, the band got ready in their own ways: “Alright everything is ready… except one thing” Michael looked around sighing, it wasn’t the first time that their front man was the last to show up, even though he was literally living the closest to the place: ‘Twitchy boy is late again! Fucking fantastic!’ Frank complained loudly while trying out his drumsticks on the table in the room: “I should give him a call maybe…” the moment the tall one pulled out his mobile, the door to the backstage room flung open: °Hey guys~ soooorry for dat I’s lost track of time…*hic* again…° Twitch held on to the doorframe, his sunglasses on his nose like it was the middle of the day still: “You are wasted already… Strych you can’t play like that!” - °Oh no no - I’s MUST play like dat hehe° the blonde one chuckled pulling out a little bag out of his coats pocket: °Y’know I’s can always adjust my’s mood a little into every direction with the help of this and dat~ ° - “...whatever floats your boat dude…” - ‘Enough chit-chat! Let’s go already!’ the drummer rushed past the intoxicated frontman onto the stage that was still in the dark followed by Michael who turned to Twitch: “Just be careful with the man… there is always another way, okay?” the bassist put his hand shortly on the blonde's shoulder before leaving as well: °…Sure thing Mikey boy …° Twitch waited a moment before swallowing one of the pills he had shown before and let the rest slip back into the pocket, after that he joined the rest on the stage in the first row were he belonged for some years now. °Showtime…° he stepped to the mic stand taking a deep breath: °Weeeeeelcome to this nights mess my’s little lambs~ are you ready to let your sins be forgiven by your Reverend??° as the lights turned on the crowd went wild with excitement, the next thing that followed was the voice of the drummer counting the band in starting off the party just right.
Mhm those were the good nights yes… at least in my’s memories of it huh… it was mostly the same but always so unique to the people in the crowd. They all came to see us play, to have a good time with drinks and friends, to see me’s doing the best I’s could. I’s was so happy with that or at least I’s thought so for some time.
The good thing about the place where the many rooms in it with plenty of space to crash in after a alcohol filled night, people could rest easy knowing they had a bed to crash in and some other had the luck not crashing alone there. Even others had the chance to end up being a “trophy” to a certain angel searching for his fix after the show in the king size bed, which was located in the big office on the upper floor. People sure had the time of their lives coming to the “holy messes” everyone did… and mostly the Reverend himself - at least that was what everybody was thinking, seeing him all natural wrapping the masses around his finger in every show. In reality it was just another way to make himself get distracted from what was lurking inside.
Twitch was woken up by a ray of sunshine stealing itself through the curtains onto his face: °…Oh shit my’s head…° the angel growled sitting up: °Morning again -rise and fucking shine Twitch-° he faked a sarcastic smile to himself since his two roommates for the night were still asleep right next to him. He sighed putting the covers over the two naked trophies still resting from what happened last night, then got up and got dressed followed by a quick check in a little book on the big wooden working table in the same room, since his own memory wasn’t to be trusted anymore, he kept track of his appointments in written form for some time now. °Let’s see… sunday…that’s today?° the blonde one bit his lips before closing the book again: °…I’s need to shower…and a drink… or something stronger.° he whispered to himself before going to the bathroom to get somehow ready for the outside world, he got dressed but this time in a somewhat normal looking outfit for his standards. Twitch quickly left the place only taking a pair of sunglasses and his wallet with him, he only stopped by a small flower shop before making his way to the town’s graveyard. It was still pretty early for his normal wake up times, so there were not many people around by now. He couldn’t stand being alone but this time was just different. The angel stopped in front of a marble tombstone putting the flowers in front of it and sat down a bit further in front of it with a tired smile: °Hey mom… long time not talked haha…° he had forgotten about this anniversary, he liked to make himself forget things on purpose, but he couldn’t get rid of those memories: °I’s had another show last night! The people sure love me’s still , it's amazing! … Well that’s at least what I’s think is the case…° the angel felt his eyes getting watery and he was glad being alone this time: °I’s feel so fuckin’ lost, mom… what should I’s d-do i-it’s so hard. N-nobody really knows what’s going on inside me’s…° in this moment the sunny boy lost all of this charm and kindness, only leaving behind a tired looking man without a real clue what to do with himself in this world: °Everyday’s the same I’s can't even tell which day of the week we have anymore… Nothing really matters to me’s anymore… I’s so tired of all this bullshit.° Twitch held his face in his hands trying to calm himself somehow but failed: °I’s miss you’s so bad… I’s need your help down here… at least some guidance!° - “I am sorry that, I couldn’t give you that Strych…” The angel looked up and shocked, he hadn't expected an answer to that. °H-Huh?° - “Up here baby bro…” Wilhelm was standing behind him, wearing all black and sunglasses, holding on to a bouquet of flowers as well, after he put those down he pulled up his angel counterpart up into a hug just remaining silent for sometime until the weeping angel was alright to leave again.
