I slipped my arm through Salem's and we skipped to the closest bodyguard in sight. With a cracked voice I spoke, "How can we get backstage?" We sounded like crazy teens just wanting to see Motionless In White, and I'm sure the bodyguard couldn't care less, probably having the same question thrown his way ten thousand times tonight. "Sorry ladies, I can't let you back there," he laughed and began to walk off. "We have these!" Salem screamed running up to him, showing him the golden laminated card, granting us access to backstage. "Oh..." he sighed. "Follow me."

It wasn't long, but it felt like forever, until Salem and I finally made it to the tour bus. "I thought we were doing this inside," Salem muttered. "The band got tired, you would've heard that if you listen to the past few conversations I had with the other body guards," the man growled. "You told us not to listen..." I snapped back under my breath. The body guard knocked on the black bus' door and wished us good luck. "Have fun cleaning up!" Salem cheerily yelled as his figure descended; he was gone in no time, and here we were, in the unfamiliar city street, in pitch black, standing in front of the tour bus my 6 favourite men traveled in. I was freaking myself out and I was in a cold sweat in no time, but it wasn't long until the door began to slowly open. I jerked myself from side to side, trying to peek around into the van, but it was too dark.