AN: HEEEEEY! This is like what my seventeeth millionth update I've just been so excited. Plus...i might be leaving & also this is make up for all the short chapters. Hahaha. Rawr.

DISSSSCLAIMER:

Me: Rawr...I don't own anything...except the plot & Tyler & Jell-o the cloud

Mitchie: ...Rawr?

Me: Yes...read my freaking username!

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Chapter 13

In the tour bus...duh

We were on tour again. We were publicizing the album that hadn't even been confirmed to the public. It was coming out in September nineteenth and right now, it's February fourteenth.

I, the mute member of the band, got off the bus. Caitlyn and Ella were already running towards Nate and Jason. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of excitement.

"AWWWW YEAH MAN! BEING BACK ON TOUR IS AMAZING!" I screamed. I couldn't believe I actually spoke. Was that me? Had I just broken my –almost- Jason, Nate, Ella, and Caitlyn turned around.

"Did he jus-" Caitlyn asked.

"Why hasn't he-" Ella tried to continue but was interrupted by Jason.

"DUDE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Jason screamed.

"In the tour bus...duh." Oh God. How I missed answering Jason's stupid question. Nate's mouth was wide open. He was shocked.

"Nathan close your mouth, you look retarded with it open."

"I missed you buddy!" Jason grabbed Nate and me. "GROUP HUG!" I smiled smugly. We all walked in together Jason blabbing about what had happened while I was "gone". Did he really think I wasn't there? Dumb ass.

It was nine a.m. when we started rehearsal, and for the first time, the smile, the laughter, the singing all seemed genuine. It revived me. There was suddenly all this color and crap that I hadn't seen before. It was the first day I hadn't thought about her all day. It was a miracle.

I think It was the fact of being Texas, but I didn't know why that would make it so special. Everything felt like I was doing it for the first time. The concerts, the touring, the singing...everything.

(February 19th)

"I just wanna play my music!" I sang. "WOO!" I screamed. Jason played the rip. I had my back turned to the audience and I was clapping.

"Music" Nate sung into the microphone.

"So forget that fan-" My singing stopped. Was my vision blurred? Was I imagining things? Was I dreaming?

Is that-Why would I-it can't-Oh God.

"Mitchie?"