soobiebear | Aug. 10th, 2020

....Aaand 2nd fic is out there in the AU challenge. Not really a fic. Has some elements of back story, but I remember touring with one group especially (there were three bands on the bill and it was a big production). You'd get through the show and if it was your lucky night you got a short break before going back to work. And all you could do was just stare at the wall. It was usually around 10pm and I'd been working since 8 or 9am. Strike was usually an hour so you knew you were close to that beer and putting your aching feet up but it was one hell of an hour to stare down. Going from the craziness out front and even the chaos immediately backstage and then if you got to sit in the production office it was like a little anti-bubble of activity. Quiet, calm, sterile... You'd hear things because your ears would still be vibrating even though a pin drop sounded exaggeratedly loud. Such a feeling of derealization. And every night. Don't think I really captured it well, but I tried.