The Five Clocks are really no joke. Their fandoms are strong and they’re not giving back the hearts they broke. I get sudden impulses to turn on the T.V. and just sit there with my eyes glued to the screen waiting for news on the band.
What I predicted that day was right. Their music is an addiction that people—or devoted followers, as I should put it—can’t wean off. Fans are committing suicide and going insane much like withdrawal symptoms of a drug.
But why do I keep watching this?
“I’m telling you I’m okay!” Kallen shoves me away and drags himself up the stairs. “Don’t touch me. Don’t even come near me.”
“Just give him some space,” Ruth tells me. “It was his favourite band, after all.” But even so, he doesn’t seem sober. Was it the red drink?
“Ruth, did you hear them sing before?”
