I told Joe everything I was feeling about this show, all the anxiety, all the heartache, feeling like it'd be disrespectful to play a show without C. I told him I didn't want to do it anymore.
"Mike, what about the fans? We've already told them about the show, they've bought tickets and merch. Some of them have bought plane tickets and booked hotel rooms. They really need this to happen. We all really need this to happen. And we can't do it without you."
"I know, Joe, but I can't do it, it's too hard."
"And you don't think this is hard for us?!" He yelled, his face turning red with rage. "This is the hardest thing I've ever done, but we need to do it. Chester would've wanted us to. If it were one of us instead, Chester would be the one pushing everyone to do this show. Chester would be disappointed with how selfish you're being right now!" He spat the rest out like it was nothing, but every word hit me like knives.
I couldn't even respond. With hot tears rolling down my cheeks, I grabbed my things and walked out to my car. I couldn't be in the same building right now. I didn't even want to be in the same country as him. Chester wouldn't be disappointed. Chester would be proud that I even thought I could do this. He'd be understanding and kind and say something encouraging like he always did. He always knew what to say, no matter what. My phone vibrated in my pocket, ripping me from my thoughts and back into reality. It was a text from Brad, saying Joe was "really sorry" and "didn't mean it" and "wants to talk to me". I scoffed and threw my phone onto the passenger's seat before driving out of the parking lot.
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