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Russel fumbled with the yellow hat in his hands, nervously biting the inside of his cheek. He hadn’t dare look at the hat for years, keeping it with the other dumb items Del had given him on his top shelf.
The hat always brought back bad memories, it still had faint blood stains from that faithful night. He should’ve tried harder convincing his friends not sneak out that night, he had a terrible sinking feeling, but no matter what he tried, they wouldn’t listen.
But that was beside the point at the moment.
Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing.
It was almost time to start recording the music video for the band’s song, Clint Eastwood, and he’d have to sit through another session of Murdoc’s ear piercing singing voice.
If Del was here he’d probably be making fun of him or something. Del was there actually, just not… there.
It felt wrong in a way. Being able to live out their dreams, but Del wasn’t there for it. Russel thought the hat was a nice homage to Del.
He huffed, shaking his nerves off. He needed to calm down. Just for the next hour or so. He slowly stood from his seat, placing the hat on his head. It was tight, Del always teased him about having a “big” head, but he didn’t dare change it.
He began pacing a bit, a nervous habit he’d developed. He glanced around his room, before huffing one last time, and making his way to the door.
He slowly made his way to the graveyard, where the shoot was taking place. He felt extremely anxious, more than usual. He assumed maybe it was his stage fright, or something.
Once he got to the graveyard he saw everything set up. Great, they were ready to go.
He didn’t say much, simply humming in response to any greeting, and nodding or shaking his head to questions.
The rest of the band had their questions. Where’d this hat they’ve never seen come from? Why if you looked at it close enough was it slightly blood stained?? Why was it so tight???
Of course, none of these questions were answered nor asked.
Everyone got settled, and filming began. They were all doing great, they’d practiced the song many times before. But this time was different. Before Murdoc could start singing (Thank gods) a shadow formed over the group, a figure to be more specific.
Russel knew almost instantly what was coming, glancing up as his hat, Del’s hat, floated off his head.
He got a a quick glance at Del, and his heart skipped a beat, before he blacked out.
When he came to Del was gone, and the rest of the band seemed to be in disarray. Knowing how much of a troublemaker Del was, he was probably the cause of all this. Good to know he wasn’t completely left out of their dream.