Kelly - September Last Year
I haven't seen or heard from Crash—or Tommy—in a month. The longest month of my life.
They left on tour three weeks ago to manic excitement from critics and fans alike. The machine is working overtime. I can't turn on the TV or scan a website without hearing what they're doing. But it's sketchy. Something's been wrong with Crash—his performance emotional, but lacking its usual punch.
There's been marketing that I can't avoid—every YouTube video I watch, every social media advertisement tells me: Crash Happy are releasing a new song to give a boost to the tour which has had solid sales, but patchy reviews.
I'm driving to school in my old Toyota, sweaty palms slick on the steering wheel so I have to grip it too hard. As I pull in the gates to the school parking lot, my stomach's sick with nerves.
