Elijah ran a hand through his hair, grumbling audibly. He had a concert, he should be ready, the crowd cheering his name, but how could he be ready without you? Wishing him luck? He was 2 hours away, yet it felt as if multiverses separated the two of you. His bandmates tried to calm him, to no avail. —“Oh, you want me to calm down?” ..In the end, he performed messily, coming home a wreck. He went up to you, a grimace on his face, “I screwed up.” He grunted, walking past you and to your room.