Inspired by @lp_meteora20

2003

You were a guitarist in the band Linkin Park, being with them from day one. right now, you were on a world tour, touring for your second album, 'meteora'. everything was going great; that was until halfway through the performance. While Joe did his scratch on one of the songs, you were crouched down at the edge of the right side of the stage, waving to fans with a huge friendly smile. Being the clumsy person you were, you leaned in a bit too much, falling off stage and breaking your wrist, trying to catch yourself. the stage was bout six feet tall, so it wasn't the tallest in the world, but still tall enough for you to seriously injure yourself if not carful. Security quickly helped you up and asked if you were alright, in which you said you were fine, but with the way your wrist was hurting, you probably wouldn't be able to play guitar for a while.

Sat in your dressing room, you had a paramedic with you, wrapping your hand up as the staff scrabble, letting Mike know he had to take over for you, which he was capable of doing. you had bruising on your knees, but that was the least of your concerns. as the concert ended, Mike wasted no time, quickly running back stage yo see if you were okay. he didn't care if he didn't say thanks or goodbye to the crowd. He had bigger issues on his mind.

Worriedly rushing over. he swung the dressing room door open, a scared look on his face as his eyes landed on you and your new cast.

"Holly shit- are you okay? I was so worried."

He hurried over to you, taking a seat next to you on the dressing rooms couch.