A/N: Hey, peoples! I am back from Florida where I was vacationing. I got a lot of weird stares down there, which just made it more fun! I love freaking people out. Well, enjoy the story. Make of their stage gear what you will.
Ronny walked on stage to get her drums ready. We were all wearing our stage gear. We were all wearing regular eyeliner, a black key and heart locket(our symbol), and a rubber bracelet that said 'Love Is The Movement'. Ronny was wearing very ripped, black leggings, her black, 'Drummer' t-shirt, and grey and purple high-tops. She was also wearing red and black striped, fingerless gloves.
After Ronny came Kailee to tune her bass. She was wearing her Bassist shirt, black skinny jeans, black and red Mary Janes that had little vampires on them, and a ring that had roses and 'Love Hurts' on it.
Then came Morana. She was wearing her Guitarist shirt, black skinny jeans, a black pyramid stud belt, a black, stretch, skull ring, and grey, skull chained boots. I wasn't supposed to come onstage until later, so I just stayed back in the hallway.
I was wearing my Singer t-shirt, a dark, denim, sleevless vest, purple and black, plaid, skinny jeans, black and white, striped, fingerless gloves with two metal hearts surrouned by black lace with a chain connecting them, black and white pyramid stud belt, and black stud, motorcycle boots. Not to brag or anything, but we looked great.
I was looking out at the crowd when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and came face-to-face with a leather vest. I looked up and saw Andy.
"Oh, hey. You excited about the performance?" I asked.
"Yeah, I love performing. I'm excited to see you guys play. I've listened to your CD, and its really good. I love your cover of Mercy Me by Alkaline Trio. Are you playing it tonight?"
"You're just gonna have to wait and see," the crowd started chanting for us, "But, I guess I'd better go and perform. Later!" I ran out on stage.
"Hello, LA! Are you ready to rock?" I held out the mic, and they screamed, "Now, remember, it's never too late for anything!" The band started playing Never Too Late, and I started singing at the appropriate interval, and held out the mic in some places for the audience to sing.
After the song was over, I said, "Hey, everybody! Hope you're enjoying the concert. I know I am. Listen, we just heard of this non-profit organization called To Write Love On Her Arms. It helps people who are struggling with depression, self-harm, and suicide. It kinda hits close to home, so My Pain Of Heart is now a sponsor of TWLOHA and, so, after the concert we would like you to go to the merch stands, and buy something." They all yelled in agreement.
"The reason we want you to buy stuff is because five dollars of every MPOH purchase goes to this charity! We also have some of their merchandise, so buy some of that, too! Now, who's gonna buy something?" They all screamed.
"Awesome! Now, let's start a riot!" We went through our set, which included: 21 Guns, Seven Nation Army, I Hate Everything About You, and Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. During Riot, I ran out in front of the gates, close enough to where the people in the front row could touch me.
One of them almost ripped off my necklace.
"Well, thanks for showing a bunch of small town Tennessean girls a good time! We love you LA, and this has been a great couple of days! We'll miss you!" We threw out some of our stuff.
I threw out a signed set of headphones, Ronny threw out a signed set of drumsticks, Mor threw her signed guitar pick necklace, and Kailee threw out a bag of her picks, which, of course, was signed. We ran off stage leaving the people in the crowd chanting.
"Hey, you guys were great!" Our BBF(band's best friend), Jamie, came running up to us. Unlike us, Jamie didn't wear black at all. It was kinda weird, being a punk rock band and having the BBF not really be into the punk scene.
"Thanks! Did you see that one guy almost rip off my necklace?" I exclaimed while she laughed her butt off.
"Hey, you guys were better than you were on the CD. I can't wait to hear you perform some of your other songs." Ash said as he and the rest of the band came running up to us.
"Thanks! I can't wait to hear you guys play."
"Thanks. It's gonna be pretty sweet." CC said. The rest of them nodded.
"I'll bet it will be. So, you're the drummer, right?" Ronny said, pointing at CC.
"Yep. You have some pretty mad drumming skills. I haven't seen a girl drummer that good since Sandra. How long you've been playing?"
"A couple of years. What about you?" Then, they went to one side of the hallway, talking about drums, drumming, and drum sticks. Lots of drums.
Pretty soon, BVB went on. I must admit, they were amazing. Ash was very good on bass, Jinxx and Jake were rocking the guitars, CC was going crazy on his drums, and Andy... His voice was amazing! And, according to Mor, he wrote all of their songs. They were amazing, too. But, I couldn't get over his voice! During Perfect Weapon and Knives and Pens, I found myself head-banging along. Andy shot me a smile as he walked to the back of the stage.
Eventually, the concert ended. MPOH and BVB walked out to the waiting area to do a meet-and-greet. When everyone filed out, they rushed over to us for autographs, pictures, and all this other stuff. I acutally met the person who caught my headphones. She told me that she was going to wear them for the rest of her life. She also said that she was never going to use earphones again.
I always loved meeting fans. Some of them gave me demos, some gave me bracelets, some gave me hugs, and one guy even kissed me on the cheek! But, I don't love meeting fans because of that; I love meeting them because they always tell me how much they love MPOH, how much better we make them feel, and how inspiring we are. And, that made me feel great.
After that, we headed back to the tour buses. The guys went back to their bus to wash off all of their makeup and change, but all we had to do was change. I put on about twelve or thirteen of my million bracelets, put in my fake ear cuff thing and earrings, which I forgot to put on for the concert, Mor put on more eyeliner, Kailee put in a pair of black, broken heart earrings, and Ronny picked out a new pair of drum sticks. Never goes anywhere without them.
In case you're wondering, we go out every night after a show. We walked over to the guys' bus, and knocked on their door. CC opened it, all clean looking, and changed.
"Why, hello, my good friends. Wasn't expecting you this fine evening." He said in a fake British accent.
"Nice to see you, too. We wanted to see if you guys want to come out with us. It's kind of a tradition of ours. Every night after a show, we go out someplace. So, how about it?" Ronny asked.
"Sure, let me check with the rest of the guys. Come on in." We walked on the bus, shouldering all of our various bags.
We heard talking from the back of the bus, and a couple of minutes later, the guys all came out. Their war-paint was washed off and they were wearing regular clothes.
"Sure, we would love to come. Where are we going?" Jake asked.
"I have absolutely no idea! What do you guys wanna do? Eating, movie watching, walking, combination of all three?" I asked.
"I don't care. You guys hungry?" Jinxx asked the rest of the guys.
"I could eat. You people hungry?" Andy asked us. We shrugged and nodded.
"Sure. What do you wanna eat?" Kailee asked from the back of our group. She had always been the quiet one.
"I'm in the mood for fast food. McDonald's, anybody?" Jake asked.
"Cue groan, and big eye roll here." Andy retorted sarcastically.
"Cue laugh, and big nod. You know you love it!" I mimicked, actually laughing.
"I do love it, but Jake is the most impossible person at McDonald's. He goes back for more food about five times before he declares himself full." He complained.
"Well, come on! Time's a-wasting." Ronny clapped her hands in a chop chop motion.
We all left the bus, laughing and talking about different things. I noticed Ash talking to Kailee. She was smiling a little bit, which was a good thing. It meant that she was opening up a little bit. She'd been hurt a lot in the past, and so she had a bunch of trust issues. It was a while before she opened up to us, and we were really glad when she did.
"I wonder what everyone will think when nine emo-type people walk into McDonald's at one time..." Andy came up to me. We had decided that we were going to walk because it was only a couple of blocks away.
"First of all, I hate labels. I'm just me. And, second of all, I don't know, but it's going to be really interesting to see." He laughed and nodded. We fell into step with each other, and walked in comfortable silence.
When we were almost at McDonald's some random lady came up to us.
"You people are scaring my daughter!" She yelled at us.
"How are we scaring her? We've never even seen you two before!" I yelled back at her.
"You're scaring her, because of the way your dressing! So, why don't you do us all a favor and leave?" We looked at her offended. I just noticed a little girl standing behind the lady, crying.
"Well, we're not leaving! If your daughter's so scared of us why don't you leave?" Morana screamed back at her.
"For one, we were here first! Second, you people are freaks!" We started glaring at her.
"I'm no more of a freak than you are! Neither are the rest of us! But, we have enough sense to not go around and randomly yell at people because of the way they dress! And, if you make fun of us then you're just a loser who doesn't have anything better to do than think of ways to try and make us feel bad!" I yelled at her.
"You're a crazy person! So, just back off!" Kailee spoke up for the first time. The guys were just standing there, stunned.
"Just because we dress like this, doesn't mean that we're freaks!" Ronny.
"I really wish that people like you would just go off to some deserted island and stay there for the rest of your freak lives." And, with that, she and her crying daughter walked off.
"Can you believe her? We never did anything to her!" I exclaimed. Everyone nodded.
We walked inside McDonald's where we got our food, ate, and then went back to the buses. What was interesting about the buses was that a bunch of fans chased us there.
A/N: Again, hi! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 'Til next time!