He didn't mess up...In fact, no one could tell the difference in the playing at all, and it only went to piss me off even more. The only catch with him was how stiff he acted around Darren when he would approach during certain parts of the show. It was like he didn't want anyone to come close to him, and his manner would completely change before everyone's eyes.
Back stage, he lagged behind everyone else, and I almost felt like kicking him in the arse, he wasn't making things easy on anyone.
"Danny? What the hell is going on with you?"
Darren had sent the rest of them on ahead as he stood solid, his hands on his hips. His brows were tightly knitted, his lips pulled down in a deep frown.
"You have never acted so 'off' during a show before...What is up?"
"Nothing, Darren, alright? I am absolutely fine, and you shouldn't be worrying about it anyway. You've got other things to better be bothered with."
I shook my head as Darren let out his breath in a hiss. He took a step closer, eyes burning brilliantly as he came within only a few inches.
"Mark me, I watch this band like a hawk, and you are no different. Daniel, I swear to God, if you are hiding something from me, I will gut you and feed you to the fish!"
I had never heard him so bitterly angry about anything in my life, but then again, I don't think he was ever faced with anything so disgusting as a disgruntled attitude from his best friend.
Darren turned on his heels, storming off towards his dressing room.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know Joe...Maybe you not acting like ME? You've got everyone so damned confused..."
"Joe?"
"Yes, Joe. You haven't given me anything to call you, and frankly, I will never call you Daniel. So yes, you will be Joe."
"Well, aren't we pushy today..."
"Don't even start with me. This is all your fault anyway. Why couldn't you have taken someone else?"
"Would you rather I had taken your dear Darren away? You know, I would have gladly made him leave this band in the dust, just to teach people like you a lesson in appreciation."
"If you're trying for humor, I think you need a lesson or two yourself. For being Death, you're pretty up on yourself. Don't try too hard, you might blow my ego out the roof."
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Mr. Jones."
"Then what do you appreciate about me being stuck here?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing."
He hissed lowly, gritting his teeth in a snarl. I flexed my fists, grinding the toe of my boot into the carpet. All of my anger was balling up inside, and I finally broke, lashing out at him. He ducked out of the way, my force tearing into a poster on the wall behind him.
He laughed in his dark chuckle, his eyes glowing.
"You are pathetic, you know that? I'll be changing when you think you can handle it enough to grace my presence again."
He walked away, shutting the dressing room door behind him. I sighed, pressing my lips tightly as I looked back to the wall. Stepping closer, I grinned, batting my fingers through the shreds that were left of the poster. It brought me some sad form of pleasure to know that I could still do some things, even if they weren't terribly that much worth mentioning.
"Right then...Who ever said I couldn't do anything in this form is going to get payback now..."