Chapter 2

"She said to me:
Forget what you thought
'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

-Good Girls

The stadium was right in front of us. If only we could find some damn parking.

"Move it!" Casey shouted from the back seat. Lacey rolled her eyes in frustration.

"Yelling won't solve anything, Case. If anything, it'll piss people off even more."

Casey ignored her and tried to reach between the seats to punch the horn. I grabbed her wrist before it made contact, pushing her back into her seat.

"Did we really expect it not to be packed?" Evan's voice sounded for the first time in twenty minutes. "I mean, seriously. This is our boys we're talking about."

Lacey nodded her head in agreement. "She's got a point, guys."

"But the show doesn't start for another three hours. Why are they here so early?" Casey whined.

"The same reason we are," I told her. "To see the boys."

After we finally got a parking space, I lead everyone towards the entrance, guitar in hand. We gave our names to security and they waved us through, directing us towards a short fellow named Max.

"Hello!" Lacey chirped cheerfully as we stood in front of him. Max was, as I said, rather short with brown hair in a buzz cut. In his hands was a clipboard and a mobile. He had a Bluetooth in his ear.

He looked up at us. "Can I assist you ladies today?"

"We're here to see the boys." Lacey responded.

"Aren't we all." He said with a chuckle. "Names?"

Evan stepped forward. "Evan. Let me see my brother."

"Can I see some ID?"

"Can't you see the resemblance?" Evan was frustrated now. I played with my necklace. It was a silver guitar pick.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need some ID before I let you back there."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lacey on her mobile. She was probably going to fix everything. Again.

"Why can't you just let me-"

"Max! What on earth are you doing?"

Adam Wilkenson, the boys' manager was striding down the hall, a furious expression on his face. Lacey had a smug look on her face, though she tried to hide it with a smile. It didn't work.

"What do you mean?" The confusion in Max's voice was comical.

"This is Angels of War. Luke's kid sister's band." Um, technically it's my band, but whatever.

"He's only one year older than me." Evan muttered.

Max paled. "My apologies. I didn't realize-" Lacey waved off his excuses.

"It's forgotten. I trust it won't happen again?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. The way she said it made her sound years older than Max, who was probably in his late thirties. He shook his head. Lacey smiled before turning to Adam.

"To the boys?"

"To the boys," he responded with a smile.

Adam led us down a quiet hallway. I'd been to a lot of stadiums, but AAMI stadium was exceptionally large. But that was to be expected. Adam tapped something into his mobile before leading us down another hall and stopping at a door.

"This is it. The concert starts at 7:30, and the boys go on at 8:45. We need you around 5:30 for a mic check, then you're on at 7:35. Do the boys know you're coming?"

"Ash, Mikey, and Calum do." But not Luke? Lacey and the girls shared a look that Adam seemed to understand.

"Alright, you know the rules. Don't let them past security, don't let them waste their voices, and keep them hydrated. Any questions?"

"Can we rehearse a little after mic check?" I asked, gripping my guitar case tighter in my left hand.

"I don't see why not. After all, you ladies aren't as used to the stage as the other group was. It's a shame that they had to quit. They were getting a positive reaction for the crowds."

"Well, when your lead singer falls off the stage during a rehearsal and breaks their leg, you can't really continue." Lacey added.

"That's true. Anyways, I'm sure that you ladies will get an amazing reception. These 5SOS crowds are extremely welcoming to new talent. I'll send someone to get you around 5:15. That gives you about an hour now and two hours after that to hang out with the boys. They've already had their mic check."

Evan, being uncharacteristically polite, raised her hand. "Are you done?" When Adam nodded she rolled her eyes and shoved past him to open the door.

She was promptly hit on the forehead by a small dart.

"Ow!" She exclaimed. "Who shot me?"

A guilty looking Calum shuffled out of the dressing room, tugging a laughing Ashton behind him.

"Sorry, Ev. We thought you were Mikey."

"Yeah, yeah. Where's my brother? I have words that need to be said."

"When do you not?" Casey asked quietly. I giggled.

We stepped closer to the door and peered inside. Other than empty food wrappers, it was empty.

"SNEAK ATTACK!"

The girls and I turned to find ourselves being pelted by foam bullets on all sides.

"Luke! I'm going to kill you!" Evan screeched, lunging for him. The siblings tumbled to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

"Don't break the pop star!" Adam yelled. Luke scowled at the title.

"We aren't pop stars." He muttered. Michael held out a hand to help Luke up, but Evan grabbed it before he could.

I sighed, walking over to the still opened door of the dressing room and going inside. I plopped myself down onto a beanbag chair in the middle of the room. Calum stuck his head through the doorway.

"By all means, Andy, make yourself at home." He said sarcastically.

I will," I responded cheekily, pulling out my guitar from its case and settling it on my lap.

"Andy?" Luke's voice as disbelieving. I glanced up to see him in the doorway

"Hi Luke."

Song: Good Girls, 5SOS