A week passed by with TSA only having two shows in Denver. In the absence of a screaming audience, the team had simply been loading and unloading the stage at different locations with small pockets of time to sight-see.

Gabe wasn't big on travelling and objected against most offers to go out and see the city whenever they could.

"Gabe," Jordan threw open the door to Gabe's hotel room with an unpleasant bang. "You can't just stay in this room all day. We only have to be at the stadium by four. Let's go out while we can."

Gabe let out a groan and rolled over onto his stomach, throwing a pillow over his head. "No."

It was the first morning they'd had to sleep in for a while and Gabe was going to take advantage of it. They only had to check out later this afternoon.

Jordan seemingly doesn't approve of Gabe's answer as a second later he's beside his bed. "I'm going to give you until the count of three."

"Fuck off, Jordan." Gabe groaned.

Drew hovered in the doorway, watching his satanic friend with amusement. "C'mon man, you know he's not gonna let up."

"As your friends," Jordan said. "It's our job to make sure you don't die in the stench of your own body odour-oh God, what is that? Did you leave cheese out or something?"

"I think a small animal may have died in there," Drew peered around the other side of the door as if looking for an animal's corpse. "He's right dude, it stinks in here."

Gabe had numerous clothing items strewn about the room and his bed was a mess. Not that he cared. Life was messy sometimes, especially on tour.

"We're not friends," he grumbled in annoyance. "Get the fuck out of my room."

"No can do compadre," Jordan said gleefully. "Like I said, it's our job to not let you die in here. Besides-"

Suddenly, the curtains were ripped open and sunlight streamed through, lighting up the entire room and glaring down on Gabe unpleasantly.

"-it's such a nice day outside." Jordan finished, grinning.

"I'm going to kill you." Gabe threatened lowly.

"Promises promises," Jordan replied, walking over to the bed. "Now get up."

Without a second thought, Jordan ripped the covers off Gabe, sending him crashing to the floor.

It took Gabe all of three seconds to realise what had just happened and when he did, he turned slowly to face Jordan. If looks could kill, he'd be a rotting corpse six feet under ground.

"You-" Gabe growled. "-have five seconds to run before I rip your arms off and shove them down your throat."

"Oh shit!" Jordan squeaked and took off running, Gabe following behind him instantly as Drew laughed and watched them from the hallway.

Gabe chased Jordan down the hall and, being stronger and taller than he is, caught the other boy easily, throwing him against the wall with a deadly glare.

"Normally I'd be shitting myself if this were any other situation but I gotta be honest," Jordan said. "Being trapped under a guy this hot is any gay boy's wet dream fantasy." He eyed Gabe's abs hungrily.

"Don't check me out when I'm in the process of murdering you." Gabe seethed, running a hand over his face in frustration before stepping back and releasing Jordan. "Do that again and I will not hesitate to rip every limb from your body. Understood?"

"Loud and clear." Jordan smirked. "But now that you're up, go get dressed. We're leaving in five minutes."

Groaning, Gabe made his way back to his room, passing a snickering Drew. Gabe punched him in the gut as he passed and Drew yelped. Gabe smirked and slammed the door in his face.

When Gabe was dressed he reunited with Dumb and Dumber and they made their way to the elevator and out of the hotel.

"What exactly is so important in Denver that you need to drag me out of bed for?" Gabe questioned in annoyance.

Jordan rolled his eyes at the boy. "None of the other boys wanted to come so we figured we'd drag you along instead. And to answer your question, nothing. We're just going to walk until we find someplace interesting."

"Great." Gabe mumbled and trailed after Drew and Jordan.

They made their way through different areas of the city, remaining relatively close to their hotel but venturing far enough to really explore the city. They ate breakfast in a small cafe before wandering through the streets.

"Oh my gosh, this is so cute!" Jordan gushed, picking a stuffed bear wearing a hat outside of a souvenir shop.

"I can't believe you're twenty-one years old." Gabe said.

"I can't believe we're the same age and yet only one of us knows how to have fun." Jordan retorted and Drew snorted back his laughter.

"I think the dog looks more like you."

"Your affiliation with animalistic features makes that a credible judgement."

"And your ignorance relates to that of a bear in hunting season."

"Yeah? Well I think that you should shove that bird up your-"

"Well, that's something to see." Drew interrupted, cutting off Jordan and Gabe's petty argument.

They followed Drew's gaze up to a large billboard placed on the roof of one of the city's buildings. On it was a poster of The Seventh Affliction with the name of their newest album along the bottom.

"Damn, Nate looks so hot." Jordan drooled.

Gabe rolled his eyes before looking back at the billboard. His eyes grazed over the image of the band. It was clear that it was a new poster as it had minimal signs of weather damage and the date of the show the band was playing here.

Even from a simple billboard poster it was easy to tell how different TSA's drummer stood out. Tyler, Nate and Austin all wore lighter shades of black or grey, but Harley's attire was strictly black and leather. His bandmates expressions were cool and content, but something about Harley's spoke more of boredom and solitude.

It was easy to tell the personality of each band member in the photograph. Austin wore a fedora while Nate rocked a dark blue bandana. Tyler had on his signature aviators with Harley wearing his black armbands. They all portrayed the right look for a modern rock band but there was still something different about each of them.

Apparently the roadies weren't the only ones eyeing the billboard as two girls on the sidewalk were gushing to each other as they looked up at the band's advertisement.

"Are you kidding?" one of the girls questioned. "Tyler is gorgeous!"

"No way," the other responded. "Austin is super cute. Look at him!"

"Did you listen to Busted! on their new album?" the first asked. "Tyler's voice is so rough and lively, like a young Brad Pitt."

The girl smiled dreamily. Drew looked across to Gabe and rolled his eyes mockingly. Gabe smirked.

"I don't know, I think Harley has the best voice."

Gabe's attention turned to the first girl as he tuned into their conversation a little more.

"He doesn't even sing though."

The first girl nodded. "He does. You know the chorus in Getaway Girl? That's him singing. He also does backup vocals in Offbeat and Monster In My Closet...It Must Be Thanksgiving."

"No way. I never knew that."

"Gabe? Gabe, you coming?"

Gabe turned to see that Drew and Jordan had already begun moving down the sidewalk, waiting for Gabe to follow.

"I'm coming. Don't get your panties in a knot." He followed after them with the girls' words still playing in his mind.

Gabe never knew that Harley did vocals on some of their tracks. Then again, he didn't know what the drummer's voice sounded like and therefore had no chance of picking it out should he hear it.

"It's weird, huh?" he asked.

"What?"

"That Harley sings vocals too. I didn't know that."

"You didn't?" Jordan asked in disbelief. "So you don't hear the way the girls scream Harley's name louder than anyone's each night?"

"What?"

"It's true," Drew nodded. "I mean, Nate and Tyler are hot and Austin is smart, but Harley's got something else going for him. He gets the most wrap each night when they're playing."

"Really?"

Jordan nodded. "I can't believe you never noticed. Harley is like, the most sought-after member. Maybe it's because he's so mysterious?"

"Whatever it is," Drew said. "It's working for him. Fans love it. Management loves it. As long as he keeps up his charm then there's no way they're going to lose their status."

Gabe thought back to the night he first met Harley under the stage. He didn't seem so charming when Gabe ran into him. He was rude and edgy.

"Can't say I pay attention enough," Gabe replied, shrugging it off.

"Oh, they have ice cream over there!" Jordan spoke up suddenly, moving off the topic of TSA's drummer immediately. "Let's go check it out."

Drew ran after him and with a hopeless sigh, Gabe followed.

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