Die Tonight, Live Forever
InnerPartySystem
The Goth Dectives
Friendship / Drama
That kind of lifestyle can't be good for a person. If Russell could get over it, why couldn't Noel?
"I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not here, I'm running in the fields with Arnold."
"Listen, Noel, it's Russell, call me back. I know I made you angry, but you're just going in the same direction I was going in, and now I'm clean. Remember Amy? Remember how sad we all were?" Russell sighed. "Call me back, Noel."
Noel sighed, hanging up the phone. Noel loved the party scene too much to quit, and the party scene loved him too much to let him.
What else did he have? The Boosh had finished, he was getting nearer and nearer to forty every day, why wouldn't any sane man party? He went all out for the parties, too. He didn't have anything left he cared about, why would he care about being excessive?
He wouldn't even care if he were to die. He didn't regret a thing! If he were to die that second, he would have died a happy man.
Even if he tried not to party, it's not like he couldn't join the real world. You can't go back once you've tasted the forbidden fruit.
He had nothing he cared about, why should he even fake it any more?
The night Russell left him a voice mail, he partied the hardest he ever had.
He wasn't fake any more. He let the plastic melt and drip off, and let the real him shine through. He danced around for a bit, but the people who still hid behind their plastic masks fled in terror once he started to talk. The fakers.
He'd first started to party when he lost control of his life, but ever sense, the parties had helped him gain it back. He was the boss of his own life, he had control.
Sure, he had nothing. But he was happy to have nothing.
Russell wasn't, however, happy to have to drag his mate home in a wheelbarrow. He needed to fix him, and he knew exactly how.
He hesitated with the phone in his hand.
They had helped him, sure. They had helped Boy George, too. But Russell just didn't feel right calling Focus12 on one of his best mates... But Noel really needed it.
Russell looked at Noel's figure, passed out, on the couch, and dialled the number.