CREED'S POV:

It's early. Really f*cking early.

Too early.

Everyone is standing around in the bloody freezing cold waiting to leave while Switch, the band's manager runs around doing f*ck knows what.

We were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago but nothing is going to plan this morning.

The others are all stood together, talking animatedly. They're far too happy and it's far too early.

Not me though.

My mood is sh*tty and the last thing I want ...