"Is There A Gas Leak?", chapter 13
**Carl's POV**
"Hey!" I said and pulled aside one of the stage hands "Who in the hell is that up there?" I pointed up to the ceiling.
"I dunno," the guy said "Hey Jack who's that up there?" he asked
"Lindsey got up there because she knew what broke, hey I can't chat I have to go." Jack said and ran off with a guitar in his hand.
"Holy shit... ." was all that came out of my mouth.
**Lizzie's POV**
"I'm trying to make sure the guys don't get there heads cracked open by someone's shitty job and now the fucking supports are falling... .great... just great... I'm going to die in an arena. If these supports weren't falling I could have tied the lights to another cable. Shit, I just slipped another foot. How many more songs are there?" I thought. I tried to remember the list... .3 songs and then some pyrotechnics... I think they might just cut the finale short tonight. I just hung there slipping down inches and inches and the occasional foot drop. Finally the encore started and finished. Time passes by when fans are having fun and you might die. I saw the band went down to take there bows.
"I CAN'T HOLD ON MOVE THE EQUIPTMENT NOW!!" I screamed down and saw figures in black scrambling to move everything that couldn't be replaced right away. Tre's drums, the piano, some of the pyrotechnics that weren't going to be used tonight, and amps being pushed back. The croud started to whisper at the events and stayed to watch after the lights came up and they guys were backstage.
"Oh yeah," Tre walked back out to one of the mics and started to inform the crowd, "You guys can clear out anytime, some of the lights are coming down, and the drum tech tried to fix it and has actually been up there holding it for about 1/2 an hour so it doesn't crack anybody's head open. We would like to get her down sometime soon." and then he walked back. Considering I'm the one up here, that was kind of funny.
"THIS STRIP IS GOING TO COME DOWN FAST AND THEN THE OTHER ONE! HELL, I DON'T THINK YOU CAN CATCH EITHER ONE. I CAN GET DOWN ON SOME OF THESE OTHER RIGGING." I screamed. Some of the croud had cleared out but some had stayed just for the hell of it. I could feel the eyes staring at me, but couldn't really tell that there was a person up here. "Here goes nothing... "I thought and slipped down another foot and let the only cable that held lights up for the last half an hour go.
The first one came crashing down and the bone cripling sound of glass shattering and metal scraping met every ear in the arena. It sent the hugest chill up my spine knowing that could have been my body falling and my bones cracking. The second one followed and I winced again at that sound. I then started to climb over to some other cables and rope ladders to get down. "Damn heights I don't care what in the hell happens I am NOT doing this again, we just end the show then." I thought. I started to climb down and found out it was going to be harder than planned. "Just 10 more feet... "
**Carl's POV**
All I can do is just stand here awe struck that she had been up there for the last 1/2 hour holding equiptment up. What if she fell first and the lights fell on top of her? She might have died. If she didn't notice them coming down, she and Tre might have died or at least been pretty damn hurt. They were already cleaning up glass but she was stil up there. She was about 11 feet from the ground and then she lost her grip and fell the last few feet. Lizzie hit the stage hard and then. The band, Brian, Jack, and I all crowded around her.
"Fuck... .owwwww... ... ... " Lizzie said after a few minutes of laying there on the floor unresponsive and tried to sit up but needed some help. I reached in to help her but she smacked my hand away, "Get the hell off of me, I don't care if I just fell 10 feet onto a hard stage, twisted my ankle, and think I broke something."
"I really don't know what to say after tonight." Billie Joe said and looked at the guys for ideas
"Same here. I don't know what you want to do about all this shit. It seams that our tour has fucked up your life." Mike said.
"How about this? Someone helps me up because my leg hurts to bad to walk, check to see if any bones are broken, get some pain killers, a frappuccino, and a beer. Then go visit my friend that lives around here and brag about falling 10 or 11 feet and not hardly a scrach and then get some sleep. No show tomorrow right?" Lindsey suggested
"No there isn't. You really don't want to leave do you?" Tre asked
"Nope" she said as him and Mike helped her up. "Ok, lets go." she stated and they helped her walk off.
**Lizzie's POV**
Owww Owww Owww. My leg has to be broken. But this is sort of a good thing. I can get a professional test done to see if Carl got his fucking wish. If my leg is broken I might have to go home anyway. I stood outside the back to the arena with Mike and Tre waiting for a cab.
"Hey can one of you go get my bag? It has my phone and all my medical shit in it." I asked
"Yeah" Mike said and ran back
"You know I don't want to go but if anything is wrong with me, do I have to leave because all that liability shit?" I asked Tre In the meantime.
"It depends how bad your banged up." he said. Mike came back and the cab pulled up.
"Do you need one of us to go with you?" Mike asked
"I think I'll be ok. I know you guys are tired after the show and want to sleep or party or whatever. It would be boring just wating for test or xrays or whatever." I said
"Ok, so you just fell, probally broke something, might have even died and your worried about what we want to do? Jeez, you are really nice or hurt your head when you fell." Tre said
"Dude I didn't land on my head," I said as I got in the cab "Just don't worry about me."
***
(Still Lizzie's POV @ the hospital)
"How the hell am I suppose to come back tomorrow if I'm in Pennsylvania?" I screamed at the nurse at the front desk
"Fine you can come back now." she said and led me back into a room. Shortly another nurse came in and started with the routine questions.
"Any chance of pregnancy?" she asked
"Oh yeah thats another thing I'm here for, a pregnancy test." I said.
"Well, we have to do that first." she said and started to get a syringe. Oh shit, I had forgotten that they needed blood. My fear of needles started kicking in. She grabbed my arm and started looking it over. "Will you remove your jewelry?" she asked. She saw the cut on my wrist and looked surprised.
"I'm sure you've seen worse." I said when she eyed me.
"Yeah I have. These results should be back fairly quick, it's been slow tonight." she said and did what she had to do.
***
I looked at my phone as I hobbled out of the hospital. 12:31 am. I found Jim's number. He lived about 15 minutes away from here and I hadn't seen him in years.
"Hey guess who's in town?" I asked when he answered. "I know its late but you wanna grab some coffee or something? Oh and I need you to pick me up at the hospital..."
"I'll be right there girl. And yeah Emily called me. She said that...well...and that you were in town." he said
"I'll explain it all, my test, my symptoms, my other test, just get here." I told him and hung up.
"Hey!" I said and pulled aside one of the stage hands "Who in the hell is that up there?" I pointed up to the ceiling.
"I dunno," the guy said "Hey Jack who's that up there?" he asked
"Lindsey got up there because she knew what broke, hey I can't chat I have to go." Jack said and ran off with a guitar in his hand.
"Holy shit... ." was all that came out of my mouth.
**Lizzie's POV**
"I'm trying to make sure the guys don't get there heads cracked open by someone's shitty job and now the fucking supports are falling... .great... just great... I'm going to die in an arena. If these supports weren't falling I could have tied the lights to another cable. Shit, I just slipped another foot. How many more songs are there?" I thought. I tried to remember the list... .3 songs and then some pyrotechnics... I think they might just cut the finale short tonight. I just hung there slipping down inches and inches and the occasional foot drop. Finally the encore started and finished. Time passes by when fans are having fun and you might die. I saw the band went down to take there bows.
"I CAN'T HOLD ON MOVE THE EQUIPTMENT NOW!!" I screamed down and saw figures in black scrambling to move everything that couldn't be replaced right away. Tre's drums, the piano, some of the pyrotechnics that weren't going to be used tonight, and amps being pushed back. The croud started to whisper at the events and stayed to watch after the lights came up and they guys were backstage.
"Oh yeah," Tre walked back out to one of the mics and started to inform the crowd, "You guys can clear out anytime, some of the lights are coming down, and the drum tech tried to fix it and has actually been up there holding it for about 1/2 an hour so it doesn't crack anybody's head open. We would like to get her down sometime soon." and then he walked back. Considering I'm the one up here, that was kind of funny.
"THIS STRIP IS GOING TO COME DOWN FAST AND THEN THE OTHER ONE! HELL, I DON'T THINK YOU CAN CATCH EITHER ONE. I CAN GET DOWN ON SOME OF THESE OTHER RIGGING." I screamed. Some of the croud had cleared out but some had stayed just for the hell of it. I could feel the eyes staring at me, but couldn't really tell that there was a person up here. "Here goes nothing... "I thought and slipped down another foot and let the only cable that held lights up for the last half an hour go.
The first one came crashing down and the bone cripling sound of glass shattering and metal scraping met every ear in the arena. It sent the hugest chill up my spine knowing that could have been my body falling and my bones cracking. The second one followed and I winced again at that sound. I then started to climb over to some other cables and rope ladders to get down. "Damn heights I don't care what in the hell happens I am NOT doing this again, we just end the show then." I thought. I started to climb down and found out it was going to be harder than planned. "Just 10 more feet... "
**Carl's POV**
All I can do is just stand here awe struck that she had been up there for the last 1/2 hour holding equiptment up. What if she fell first and the lights fell on top of her? She might have died. If she didn't notice them coming down, she and Tre might have died or at least been pretty damn hurt. They were already cleaning up glass but she was stil up there. She was about 11 feet from the ground and then she lost her grip and fell the last few feet. Lizzie hit the stage hard and then. The band, Brian, Jack, and I all crowded around her.
"Fuck... .owwwww... ... ... " Lizzie said after a few minutes of laying there on the floor unresponsive and tried to sit up but needed some help. I reached in to help her but she smacked my hand away, "Get the hell off of me, I don't care if I just fell 10 feet onto a hard stage, twisted my ankle, and think I broke something."
"I really don't know what to say after tonight." Billie Joe said and looked at the guys for ideas
"Same here. I don't know what you want to do about all this shit. It seams that our tour has fucked up your life." Mike said.
"How about this? Someone helps me up because my leg hurts to bad to walk, check to see if any bones are broken, get some pain killers, a frappuccino, and a beer. Then go visit my friend that lives around here and brag about falling 10 or 11 feet and not hardly a scrach and then get some sleep. No show tomorrow right?" Lindsey suggested
"No there isn't. You really don't want to leave do you?" Tre asked
"Nope" she said as him and Mike helped her up. "Ok, lets go." she stated and they helped her walk off.
**Lizzie's POV**
Owww Owww Owww. My leg has to be broken. But this is sort of a good thing. I can get a professional test done to see if Carl got his fucking wish. If my leg is broken I might have to go home anyway. I stood outside the back to the arena with Mike and Tre waiting for a cab.
"Hey can one of you go get my bag? It has my phone and all my medical shit in it." I asked
"Yeah" Mike said and ran back
"You know I don't want to go but if anything is wrong with me, do I have to leave because all that liability shit?" I asked Tre In the meantime.
"It depends how bad your banged up." he said. Mike came back and the cab pulled up.
"Do you need one of us to go with you?" Mike asked
"I think I'll be ok. I know you guys are tired after the show and want to sleep or party or whatever. It would be boring just wating for test or xrays or whatever." I said
"Ok, so you just fell, probally broke something, might have even died and your worried about what we want to do? Jeez, you are really nice or hurt your head when you fell." Tre said
"Dude I didn't land on my head," I said as I got in the cab "Just don't worry about me."
***
(Still Lizzie's POV @ the hospital)
"How the hell am I suppose to come back tomorrow if I'm in Pennsylvania?" I screamed at the nurse at the front desk
"Fine you can come back now." she said and led me back into a room. Shortly another nurse came in and started with the routine questions.
"Any chance of pregnancy?" she asked
"Oh yeah thats another thing I'm here for, a pregnancy test." I said.
"Well, we have to do that first." she said and started to get a syringe. Oh shit, I had forgotten that they needed blood. My fear of needles started kicking in. She grabbed my arm and started looking it over. "Will you remove your jewelry?" she asked. She saw the cut on my wrist and looked surprised.
"I'm sure you've seen worse." I said when she eyed me.
"Yeah I have. These results should be back fairly quick, it's been slow tonight." she said and did what she had to do.
***
I looked at my phone as I hobbled out of the hospital. 12:31 am. I found Jim's number. He lived about 15 minutes away from here and I hadn't seen him in years.
"Hey guess who's in town?" I asked when he answered. "I know its late but you wanna grab some coffee or something? Oh and I need you to pick me up at the hospital..."
"I'll be right there girl. And yeah Emily called me. She said that...well...and that you were in town." he said
"I'll explain it all, my test, my symptoms, my other test, just get here." I told him and hung up.
