Andy's P.O.V.:
I plop down in the folding chair by the rest of my band, sweat and paint smeared all over my body. The sun beats down through the small tent. A few of our fans gather around our table we take pictures, hug, and sign a few things. My mind drifts from the things in front of me to my home, and where I started. Meeting these amazing kids has to be my favorite part (Well besides being on stage living the dream I worked so hard to build.) The crowd disperses; I pull out my cigarettes and step away from the group.
Ash throws his sharpie at me as I start to walk off. It hits me square in the jaw making me run into Jake. CC jumps on us knocking us all to the ground. The wrestling commences as we all roll on the ground.
"Biersack don't get your ass kicked," A familiar voice booms from behind me. I turn to see my best friend Matt walking from the bus area. Jake pushes CC and I off, all of us out of breath. I pull out a new cigarette brushing off all the dead grass.
"Hey Matt," I half ass wave trying to light my cigarette a light breeze blows out my lighters flame every time I get it near. This damn wind… I shift still failing; this can be such a pain in the ass some times. He sits on the table propping his feet in my chair, I lean into his shoulder making a little fort. Finally it lights. I inhale my victory.
"They're firing Alexander." He motions to the tent next to us; I look over through a plume of smoke. Sex in a jar, they're an interesting bunch no one expected them to be on warped with us. Not because they weren't talented but because of a few internal problems. Their front man Alex has let's say, a few bad habits.
"Why are they doing that?" Ash's soft voice breaks my train of thought.
"His ego finally crossed the line I guess I don't really know." All of us eye one another in a questioning manner. Jeffrree, Jayy and Dahvie appear from nowhere talking franticly at the same time, Matt holds up his hands as if to physically stop the words.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies get your panties out of a bunch and take a few Adderall." Jeffrree raises his pink eyebrows in a dissatisfied manner. We all stifle our laughter.
"Any way, did you hear they're getting rid of Alex?" Dahvie looks from Jeffrree to the rest of us. We all nod a few 'Yea, mhmmn' and other mumbles are let out.
"His replacement is going to be here soon." Jayy watches the tent through his dark glasses.
"They've never met the person that's replacing him so it's like a huge mystery to everyone." Jeffrree plays with his hair.
"I hope he's hot," Jayy giggles wiggling his eyebrows Jeffrree playfully smacks him joining in the laughter. A piercing whistle draws all of our attention to our manager Blasko. He jerks his head in the direction of Sex in a jar's tent. We all stand and make our way over. We're greeted by their manager Greg, their bassist Campbell, guitarist John, drummer Pj, lead guitarist Sammy and a quiet Alex.
"I'm sure you have all heard Alex is moving on to different things." Greg eyes Jeffrree who quickly looks away.
"Yea we did," Jinxx is the first to speak up
"Well his replacement will be here soon, if you'd like to stick around to meet Ty." He motions to the extra chairs.
"Speaking of," He waves out to the crowd. Campbell leans back putting his head in his hands.
We all look in the same direction, "Where is he?" Pj squints looking all over.
"Not he, she. And she's right there." We all turn following the imaginary line his finger drew to a very tall woman walking our direction. Ashley lets out a soft whistle, Jeffrree and Jayy's mouths drop open a bit.
"Fuck me please," Dahvie gasps
Alex hastily disappears from view; I look to Campbell who shrugs it off.
"Hello, you must be Ty." Greg extends his hand to the girl. She looks to be about my height, her hair is a unique shade of whitish with a vivid orange under it. Her half shirt falls nicely on her gorgeous curves. Her slender arms are toned; her cheek bones are very prominent her plush lips are set in a soft smile. She reaches across the table taking his hand firmly. She removes her glasses to reveal very intriguing hazel eyes. She looks directly at every one; a small beauty mark sits under her small heart shaped nose.
"This is Campbell, Sammy, John and PJ." She glances at him then back to us her face is stern.
"I'm Matt." She eyes him like a hawk.
"I'm Jayy, that's Dahvie and Jeffrree." They wave getting the same harsh glare
"What about you?" She jerks her chin in our general direction laying a large bag on the table top; it makes a heavy thumping sound.
"I'm Jinxx this is Ashley, Andy, Jake and CC." He points to each of us as he says our names.
"Do we play today?" As she shifts her attention back to Greg I feel the pull of her stare. Her voice is soft deep and slightly raspy. Greg looks at his schedule then shakes his head.
"No, go get feel for the place." She shifts her weight from foot to foot taking in her surroundings. Campbell smiles eyefucking her along with a few of the other guys when her attention returns to them her pointed eyebrows are raised a wicked smile pulls at her lips. She leans over the table grabbing Vanity's face.
"I'm not a piece of meat," Her smile is sickeningly sweet, her eyes filled with venom. And just like that her face goes blank all emotion invisible. She walks off without another word. I watch the sway of her hips and for some reason I can't help but follow her into the sea of people.
"Hey, wait up," I call out jogging behind her. I gently rest my fingers on her arm; she flinches turning to face me. She moves my hand hastily revealing a fairly new tattoo.
"Sorry I didn't know that's really nice when did you get it?" I gently pull it closer.
"I got it a few hours ago," She smiles as she looks at it, her skin seems to radiate in the hot sun. I can't tell what it is about her that I'm so drawn to she seems like most of the other girls I meet daily.
Ty's P.O.V.:
I look back up to Andy. His face is full of curiosity and confusion.
"Fuck," I sigh looking back at the tent grabbing the roots of my hair. I'm so forgetful…
"What," Andy looks at the tent then back to me.
"I forgot my lighter," He laughs pulling one from his jacket. I smile weakly while I pull my cigarettes out sliding one between my lips, Andy watches me intently I slide the bic into his pocket patting the outside fairly awkwardly. I start to wander around having no clue as to where I was heading. I turn on my heels facing him again inhaling deeply.
"I'm Tynan Elizabeth Whitestead," I loll my head to the side,
"Andrew Dennis Biersack," He chuckles following my motion. Skrillex is introduced as soon as the first hit of scary monsters and nice sprites drops my body starts to move. I dance without missing a beat letting the music fill me. When the song ends the crowd breaks into a roar. I open my eyes to see a few people staring and standing around Andy. I'd been told their names but I'm horrible about remembering them. They all start clapping making my face flush.
"What can't she do?" One of the shorter ones with a feminine face huffs, I stare at him. He's fairly attractive I think his name's Ashley. I ignore them and start to dance again moving through the crowd. I feel the world and all of its problems flow away with every hit of the bass. The night presses on, as the moon rises and the stars come out to be wished on my body starts to ache. I make my way back to the little set up in front of the trailers. I lay face first on the nearest table,
"I can't believe they're replacing me with you." A deep voice sneers. I lift my head to see Alexander looming over me, a half drained bottle of liquor in his hands.
"Maybe if you had your priorities in a line they wouldn't have to." I gesture to his crutch. I was told to be careful around him when he's drunk but I have faith in my ass kicking abilities. He glares at me a while more then stalks off I curl into myself rubbing my face. I fling my feet over the ledge and walk to our bus. I take a quick look around finding the bathroom I slide my boots off. Then everything else just peels away. I turn the water on as I step in, the cool feels good on my heated skin. As it warms I wash off, when I'm finished washing the soap from my thick hair I grab a towel and dry myself.
It's quiet on the bus as I make my way to what I presume is my bunk. My bag sits comfortably with Pokechop on top. I grab the plush lamb kissing the top of his head.
"Never thought we'd be here huh Pokey," I nestle him in my bosom as I climb into my new bed. I quickly drift to sleep.
A loud crash rips me from my slumber; I poke my head out from behind the curtain. The rest of my band is jumping about shooting each other with small nerf guns. I climb down from my warm hideout venturing into the war zone.
"What time is it?" They all pause looking at me as I stretch.
"It's wrist o'clock," PJ acts like he's messing with the dials on a fancy wristwatch.
I flip him off while pouring myself a cup of Joe. They all continue bombarding one another with little foam darts as I exit the bus. The grass is damp with dew I dig my toes into it loving the feeling. I lay in the grass playing with my cup. The time passes quickly before I know it the sun is high in the sky.
"Morning," I turn to see Andy walking over rubbing his head with a towel. I salute him with my free hand.
"Hey, what time is it?" I squint up once more,
"It's about 8:20," I look at him like he grew another head.
"That's incredible," I laugh,
"Not much of a morning person, are you?" He watches me from the corner of his eyes amusement thick on his face. I shake my head yawning as I turn to assess him, He's extremely tall (Compared to my short ass…) and thin but not grossly thin. His jaw line is strong with gorgeous blue eyes and very thick black hair. His full lip has a single black ring through it. He raises one eyebrow making me blush.
"You look shorter." To add emphasis to his words he gestures with his hand. I feel a scowl settle on my face.
"I'm average height thank you." He smiles putting his hand on my shoulder. I fight the urge to gnaw on it.