(Mike's POV.)

I'm getting sick of all of this.

This music-writing, composing, mixing, touring and stuff makes me wanna die. Can't I just live in a normal live? I mean, I love all this things but it started to lead me into boredom.

Don't get me wrong. I love my friends, wife and kid, all fans in the world. But keys, guitars and others? I love them, but they probably don't love me back.

They're started to get boring.

"5 more minutes, boys! Ready?"

Wait, what the hell? I haven't even prepared yet. What's the Intro of the show? Papercut? Wretches And Kings? Where's my guitar pick? Is this A Thousand Suns World Tour? What's-

"Mike! Get ready! What are you doing? Get The Requiem on!" Chester shouted.

I heard chaos getting bigger and bigger from the outside.

"I- um- coming, Chaz!"

I started to sing The Requiem when Chester reminded,

"After that, Papercut's first! Don't do mistakes twice, Mikey!"

I rolled my eyes and whisper, "Okay, Mom!"

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At least that's still counted as a show. I miss a beat on Iridescent and my voice on The Catalyst's a bit terrible. We got back to the backstage. I'm still feeling good until Chester comes..

"Dude, are you sick?"

"What?"

"You missed one beat on Iridescent." Chester informed, concerned.

"Um.. Yeah, so?"

"That's not you! you never missed any moment on that song!"

I rolled my eyes, but began to worrying myself. "Every person has mistakes, Mom."

"Not like this. And don't 'Mom' me, Shinoda."

"Okay, look. Chester, don't take this seriously. I promise I will never missed a beat, 'kay?" ...The fuck did I just say.

"Fine." He answered. "But I'm still thinking.. Maybe you're sick"

I shrugged. "Don't think so. God, no worries, Mom." Chester laughed lightly but I'm not. I'm not in the mood for this.

"'Kay Shinizzle, just don't kill yourself!" Chester walked away.

"Roger that."

Back to the Hotel...

"Any news?" Joe asks.

Chester shook. "Negative."

"Is it THAT weird that Mike missed a beat?" Dave seems to be confused.

"Yes. Yes it is, Phi." Chester answered firmly.

Rob mediated. "Chill, Chaz. I think you should watch him a bit closely. He's kinda over-daydreaming."

"Over- what?"

"Over-daydreaming." Brad clarified.

"Oh."

"Hey guys!"

Everyone shocked as I cheerfully said that.

Joe whisper. "Guys, scram!"

Chester stutters. "Um-hey Mike! I-I'm sure I forgot my bag a-and Rob's bag in the van.. Mmm.. I've got to get those things before it's too late!"

"Hold up C, since there's MY bag too, I'll go with ya!" Rob follows.

Joe's thinking. "I think Afro and Flaming Bird forgets their bag too!"

"Hey, I'm not an Afro! Well- Okay, I am." Brad give up.

Dave protested and followed the others to the door. "Joe, Phoenix is NOT a Flaming Bird!"

They left me in the hotel room.

"Jerks.. their bags are here. Room 505, huh?" I chuckled to myself.

I poured a glass of mineral water and put it on the table. 1 o'clock already, I whispered to myself. Then I threw myself on the bed.

And I whispered,

"I wish these things never existed."