You’ve held in throwing up dozens of times before. There was that time on the tour bus last year when you had a stomach bug and managed to wait for four hours until you got to your hotel instead of stinking out the vehicle. You distinctly remember feeling vaguely nauseous all the way through this year’s BRIT Awards due to the many, many cocktails you drank before the ceremony.
You can do it again this time. Right?
Two minutes pass and then you’re making your way on stage while the lights are out and the presenter is introducing you - the nation’s newest boyband phenomenon, The Ark, performing their new single. Oh God, your eyes are watering. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead. Your stomach is on fire.
You’re not going to be able to hold it in.
Just before the lights go up, the presenter still introducing you, you’re doubling over on your drumkit stool, throwing up directly behind you. A few audience members near the front gasp, but thankfully the rest of the audience don’t seem to notice. Thank God your microphone isn’t on yet.
Now there is a pool of vomit on the stage behind you.
You distantly remember there being an aerial camera set up for your performance.
Cecily is going to kill you.
YOU THREW UP ON STAGE AND EMBARRASSED YOURSELF AND YOUR BAND. YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR MISSION.