I was burning.

First it was fire, and now? Now it was a burn.

But that's alright. Right this moment, the burn is good.

I can feel the hum of the energy from everything around me, all warm and sizzling. Jerod spits the words into the mic, a static of phrases echoing back through the dimly lit hall. Butt's drums match my heart, pounding along together, as one.

The crowd beneath us has been washed from my mind long ago, the minute we took off into the other world I was so used to by now. But yet, even though I had traveled there thousands of times, the rush of noise, and the hidden sound beneath it all, along with the sensation of taking off, it always feels so amazing to me.

So breathtaking.

Relly, with his phenomenal guitar, was linking in with my bass, playing with my notes, spicing them with his own rhythm. We've practiced this song before, in the looming height of his attic, but it's never sounded better.

But the rumble of everything, all together, made my skin bubble with the warmth of a burn. And I feel good.

As our final notes brought us back down from our silent heaven, the crowd broke into applause and whoops so loud, it broke through the calm shield I had unconsciously placed around myself.

"Thank you. We're Scorpio Bone! 'Night!" I half watched, my eyes hazed over, as Jerod reached forward and grabbed young teen girls' hands, maybe a year or so younger than my 19.

The movements to put my bass away were mechanical, my mind flowing outside these dingy brick walls. With the small, but defined click of the case, I rose, all long and crackling, using fresh bones after a few hours. 

My descend down the rough wooden stairs was not alone. I could feel the spark and humming of Relly, almost directly behind me. His footsteps were almost silent, only the softest brush of the sole against the ground made sound of his walk. 

I was brisk, moving quickly back to the van, to drop my case. The next band was already up on stage. I could hear their sound ringing in the depths of my ears.

The tall metal doors up ahead made me sigh, with relief, I guess. I ripped through them, cool and comforting on my hands, dissipating it's earlier burn, though before welcome, now too much.

We popped open the van and dropped our cases at the same time, gently cradling them against each other, laying on the soft carpet floor of the new and improved Buttmobile.

"Zee?"

I cocked my head to the side, Relly coming in to my vision. His eyes were red and gleaming, only a trace of the purple rimming his irises.

His long black hair had been recently cut, just enough to make me crave for him that much more. Which I did. Too much, one would say.

"Zee? Up there, with you, and the guys, Scorpio Bone, I know that we can't ever leave each other know. I don't want you to, I don't wish any of us to. I love you. Please say you'll marry me?"

I burned again.