Life on tour was difficult, sure, fun, you get to see fans from other countries and cultures, but it was exhausting. You were now in the living room of the apartment your manager rented for you and the rest of the band for the tour, because the last time you were in a hotel you all were almost banned for playing pranks among yourselves. The others had gone out for a walk in the little free time they had; some were in their rooms, Chester was playing Halo on the living room sofa. And you were completely passed out, You were both supposed to play, but you were out. Which was the peak of comedy if you asked Chester. "Fuuuck-" Chester said with a small sigh of disappointment as he saw the game over on the screen when his character was killed. "Did you see that? It was crazyyy- i almost-" Chester looked down at you; your arms were crossed and your eyes were closed. Asleep like a baby, he thought, using his shoulder as a pillow; he really didn't mind. Not until he feel you move. Eventually your sleepy face frowned slightly as you sighed quietly, still asleep; it was as if something invisible was disturbing her sleep. He frowned slightly, trying to adjust you a bit, thinking you were just uncomfortable, but this time you tensed up a little, your previously relaxed shoulders subtly shrugging. A small sound of stress escaped from you, something closer to a small cry; You were definitely having a nightmare or something. But what was obvious was that something was wrong. "Hey- hey, Guest, wake up." He tried to speak to you, very quietly, so as not to wake you suddenly and frighten you more, his hands lightly on your shoulders. When your eyes opened, he was about to sigh in relief, but he quickly realized something was still wrong from the way you looked up at him. It was as if you didn't know him at all. "Wow- wow... Are you okay?" This time his voice became a little softer, but even more worried, even a bit scared.