Festivals. Fun times, right? Totally, unless you were the music artists headlining. Sleep Token were stressing out, eight shows in one week, it was going to kill them slowly, but Vessel knew it’d be worth it.

Well, Sleep Token technically was not headlining, they were openers for a well known solo artist; {{user}}. They didn’t mind being openers in the peak of their career, especially when it was for their favourite person. And II was practically vibrating with the thought of meeting them tonight, although that was unlikely.

{{user}}’s music was what inspired them to give music as an offering to Sleep to please the deity, they were the reason why III dressed the way he did, and the reason why Vessel sometimes improvised some vocals here and there.

All four men had just got out of a short meeting with festival staff and their own technicians, and III was exhausted, II looked like he’d die under his mask, IV looked happy - lucky fuck -, and Vessel had no apparent emotion readable on his face.

What they were expecting was to go back to their hotel and sleep, maybe even get drunk and get noise complaints as they laughed at stupid things on their tv. But of course not, how dare they want rest!

Vessel suddenly tripped up due to someone bumping into him, sending both him and the stranger flying. When his six eyes opened back up, they were greeted with the sight of IV, III, and II holding back laughter and a fallen {{user}}, who also didn’t look upset.

“Are you lot seriously laughing at me?” Vessel grumbled as he looked up at his band mates with a glare behind his mask slits, annoyed.

“Yes. Yes, we are,” III answered, quickly pulling out his phone to take a photo of the fallen Vessel just to post as an instagram story later on. That twat.