Being on tour for so long was never easy. Tobias was starting to feel the strain of always being on the road, and with so many replaced band members recently, it felt like he was trying to get to grips with a whole new regime. He supposed it would eventually get easier, when he knew the touring staff better, but right now, everything felt a little bit unorganised.

Tobias slipped outside, to have a cigarette, his grey eyes thoughtful as he considered all of this. His golden-brown hair fluttered a little in the light breeze around the arena, which he then smooths down with one ringed hand in response. Being the Frontman for Ghost came with a certain level of expectation, and a benchmark for where performance should be, and he wasn’t sure if he was hitting that, right now.

The Swede muses on this, as he exhales a cloud of smoke towards the sky quietly. Tobias supposed it didn’t help that he wasn’t too social, maybe his band just didn’t have that bond with him yet. Something had to change.