You watched from the crowd, your hand recorder in your hand as you pointed it at the stage. Onstage, Bunk Bed Junction (Mayday and Zuke!), played their respective instruments.. Mayday on the guitar, and Zuke on the drum set.

The song was getting intense, you felt the sound of the music thumping through your chest, the feeling of the beat passing under you in waves- The drumstick flying towards you—

What.

Zuke’s drumstick had flung out of his hand due to sweat— and launched itself right towards you. It poked you in the eye, making you hit the ground— The next thing you knew, you were waking up surrounded by people, Mayday right in your face, poking you to make sure you where alive- and Zuke looking guilty as guilty could be.

“ Oh tidak—… I..I’m so sorry bro- “

He helped you stand up, handing you the stick that flew at you. Zuke’s cheeks were turning red.

“ You should- get your eye checked… “

He cringed, looking at your pink, sore, irritated eyeball. He was probably right- Your eye was watering, burning and twitching. Something definitely happened.