3. Tensions

                                    

                                          
     Not a sound had followed through as the band got onto the tour bus, and not a single member of Bastille made eye contact with me. It was like I was nobody to them. Kyle, my best friend, stopped talking to me since yesterday night, even when we went to our shared hotel room. 
                          
     What a wonderful atmosphere for the Christmas season. 
                          
     The others were reluctant to even consider sitting near me. They probably think I'm insane. A lunatic. I eyed Will, nervously staring at his phone across from me in the bus. He was secretly looking up at me whenever my head was down at my own phone. 
                          
     The rest were having a quiet conversation about spending the holidays with their loved ones, how they were doing some sort of secret Santa between their families. I couldn't help but internally smile at their excited faces. I remembered that day when we did our own secret Santa. I still had that pink sweater from dearest Kyle, and he had kept that jumper and scarf. 
                          
     He'll probably toss it in the trash after you yelling at him. Nice going, Dan. 
                          
     I sighed quietly and looked through my Twitter feed, answering questions from fans about snippets from the third album and our fourth mixtape. It wasn't until a hand waved under my face, that I realized someone actually wanted to engage in a conversation with me. 
                          
     "What do you want?" I scoffed and shuffled away by a few inches. 
                          
     "To hear your side of the story."
                          
     "Are you going to make a rationale excuse for it again?" I coldly joked. 
                          
     "W-what?" Kyle stammered. "O-of course not! Not after you blowing up at us like that..."
                          
     It's not my fault...I rolled my eyes at him. 
                          
     "So what do you wanna hear?" I shuffled slightly and let Ky have a spot beside me. "Yesterday at the grass fields or during the show last night?"
                          
     "The grasslands?" Ky tilted his head peculiarly. "You mean that massive deer?"
                          
     I nodded while uttering out a quiet "yeah". 
                          
     "What's so special about it?" 
                          
     "Don't deer usually hang out with their herds? A male deer that big should at least be attractive to the female deer..." I let my gaze fall to the side of the lounge booth. 
                          
     "Okay...and what about that light that you and Charlie saw in the middle of the show?" He added in. 
                          
     "It was...pale brown..." I shut my eyes and tried to recall more. "And...and....really energetic."
                          
     "Interesting..." Kyle mumbled and took out his phone. "And do you think there's any connection between the deer and the light?"
                          
     Err...not sure about that one...
                          
     "You were probably just tired," Will chimed in. "Studies do show that one can see things when they're in a state of fatigue or tiredness." He shrugged with a smartass smile. 
                          
     I narrowed my eyes at Bastille's logical bassist, one of whom never believes in the supernatural world. Not that I was a massive skeptic or a dedicated believer, but I had seen enough for the past day to drive my mind to believe that there were beings that lurked on the face of this planet. But what lurks on Earth? And why do I feel so weird about that light, the deer? Is there a connection?
                          
     All Wood did was just cackle, still thinking I wasn't in the right state of mind. Typical skeptics. I stood up and tiredly placed my phone onto a coffee table, ignoring Kyle's plea to stay with them to talk it out. I'm tired of being invisible. I slid into the narrow and cramped space that was my bunk. The sound of nothing but highway filled my ears as I felt my mind and body drift to sleep.