singingchicky

Practice this morning was absolutely brutal, especially since I really didn't get that much sleep last night. This morning I barely had enough energy to put some eyeliner on, throw my hair back, get dressed, and grab my sunglasses. I fell asleep in the vans that were transporting us to and from practice, (due to the possibility of screaming fangirls for Panic) so when they opened the door for me, I fell out -face first- landing me a "beautiful" bleeding scrape across my right cheekbone.

    "Holy shit! Nayra, are you alright?" I heard Adam say as everyone rushed to help me up.

    "I'm fine. It woke me up." I said, laughing at myself and wiping a bit of blood from my face. "Band-aid anyone?"

    "Here, let me help you." Brendon said, taking my hand that also seemed to be bleeding. I didn't realize just how hard I had fallen. We walked into the arena and onto the front of the stage, Brendon holding a first aid kit. "Alright. Let's see the damage." He said, gingerly touching my cheek and brushing the hair out of my face.

    "It doesn't feel like it's really deep. And my hand isn't too bad either." I said, wincing a bit. It may not be deep, but it still stings. I looked at my hand, which really only had a few little scrapes.

    "You better be careful next time, they might think you are Lindsay Lohan." Brendon said and he started to clean the blood off my face, making me laugh and almost fall off the end of the stage.

    "Woah! Haha. Alright. I think It's time that I just walk around with a harzard sign around my neck."

    "Perhaps." He said, now searching for a small band-aid and putting it on my face, then starting on my hand.

    "I can get this if you want to get back to the guys." I said, finally making eye contact with him. He smiled at me.

    "Nah, it's fine. This doesn't seem too bad either. Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked, gently cleaning the blood.

    "A little bit. That's kinda the reason I was sleeping on the van. What? I got excited about today." I said as Brendon gave me a look.

    "Well, I'm glad you were excited about today, but next time, don't sleep on the door, yeah?" He said, nudging me a bit.

Once my little clumsy moment was over, the rest of the time seemed alright. Our setup was pretty awesome actually. Our guitars had been set on their stands next to the white x's that was our blocking, our drums set up in the back. It was at that moment that I really saw the reality of this situation. That we really were going to go on tour with my favorite band, and I wasn't going to wake up this time.

    "Told you it would hit." Brendon said as the rest of my band started to walk onstage before walking to the front out into the seats to watch.

    "You guys ready?" I said as I grabbed the microphone, ready to rock out.

30 MINUTES LATER
    "Alright guys. Let's take a break." I said, my throat a bit sore with dehydration.

    "You guys are doing awesome!" Ryan said, walking towards us while we all dramatically fell to the floor, with Brendon following behind.

    "Thanks." I said, taking a large swig of water from my waterbottle.

    "Does this mean it's our turn?" Spencer said, walking with Jon to the front of the stage where we were all lying.

    "Yeah, but I don't think we need to start right now. Maybe... five minutes?" Ryan said, looking at Brendon then down at me. I knew exactly what he thought was going to happen, although I wasn't going to let it actually happen. The rest of Stand Tall stood up and walked backstage to get water as Brendon helped me up.

    "Wanna make out?" Brendon said, smiling at me.

    "Wow. You're... amazing." I said, gently pushing him, then walking towards the middle of the stage. He simply put his arms around me.

    "Now then, what are we going to do first at Disneyland? I personally want to go check out some of the Nightmare Before Christmas stuff." Brendon said, whispering it into my ear.

    "That's sounds cool to me. Just, not It's a small world first. Please." I said, teasingly, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. It was in that serene moment that I saw two fangirls glaring at me behind one of the farther rows of seats in the arena. I gently unfolded myself from Brendon's arms and walked off stage towards them, a friendly smile on my face.

    "Dude, run!" I heard one of them whisper to the other, a short blonde girl with light blue tips and big blue eyes. Her friend that warned her was apparently the complete opposite, with jet black and bright red hair and brown eyes.

    "Hey, it's cool for now. How did you guys get in here?" I said to them as I finally came face foward with them. They seemed no older than 15. "And aren't you supposed to be in class or something?"

    "Aren't you?" The blonde girl asked me, still scowling.

    "Not really. I just finished practicing thank you very much. Besides, you didn't answer my question. How did you guys get in here? There are at least 20 guards outside." I said, crossing my arms now. My mean mommy stare that I only used on Odessa.

    "Dude, don't talk to her like that! That's Nayra! From Stand Tall!" The other one said, now apparently a bit star-struck. "I'm sorry about my friend, and for crashing your rehearsal. We heard you were here, and we so we came in through the bathroom windows. Can we please listen to you guys? You and Panic? "

    I frowned a bit, but let my arms fall. "Let me ask. I'm new at this ya know." I said, walking back towards the stage, them trying to follow. "Stay here." I said turning back towards them then walking to Brendon. "Hey, I need to talk to you and Ryan about these girls."

    "Alright. What's up though?" Brendon said, leading me towards Ryan, a distinct cry of glee coming from the two girls at the fact that their asses weren't already thrown out the door. "Ry! Nayra needs to talk to us about some girls that snuck in."

    "Throw them out." Ryan said, before turning away.

    "I don't want to be rude or anything, but isn't that a bit harsh? They really want to hear us practice. But then again, I don't know proper bigconcertrehearsal ettiquite." I said, turning to look at the girls, one of them still scowling, the other looking pitifully hopeful. "Just look at them. Well not the blonde one, she's being a bit rude, but the other. They skipped class and risked breaking a bone AND jail just to hear us, or meet us, or something like that."

    Ryan thought about it for a minute. "Fine. But one song. I think you guys should practice that duet for When the Day." He said, looking at me and Brendon, with me feeling a bit confused. I could've sworn that he was kidding that night, but apparently I was suprisingly mistaken.

   "Alright. Let me go tell them." I said, trying to stay a bit calm. Afterall, I did just win a discussion with Ryan and I made some fangirls happy. I walked back to them, trying to act solemn.

    "Is it alright?" The Red and Black head girl asked.

    "It's alright. On one condition though." I said, trying to seem a bit more grown up. It was harder because of the mere fact that these girls were only a few years younger.

    "And what's that?" The Blonde girl said, now seeming a bit nicer, but I could still see a glare in her eyes.

    "First, after this, you let me personally drive you to back to school where you will stay for the remainder of the day. Two. it's only one song, but don't worry, you will like it. And Three. Lil' miss blondie? You have to lose that scowl on your face. I didn't do anything to you, and I really don't appreciate being judged right off the bat." I said, smiling now. Both the girls nodded happily, the glare now gone.  "Ok, sit down and enjoy. It's going to be a bit loud." I added before walking back up to the stage.
AFTER THE SONG!!!

    "That was, amazing! Who did the harmony and duet parts?" The blonde girl asked excitedly, both of them having ran up onstage afterwards.

    "Actually, Nayra did." Ryan said, making me blush a little.

    "Well that was amazing!" Black and Red girl said, jumping for joy apparently.

    "Alright. A deal's a deal. Time to go back to class." I said as I put the microphone back on the stand.

    "Please, can we at least meet the rest of Stand Tall?" Black and Red girl asked, pouting her lips. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket to check the time.

    "When's your next class?" I asked them, seeing that it was 10:02 am

    "Eleven. At least, that's when the final bell rings." The blonde girl replied truthfully.

    "Ok. For a minute. What are you guys' names anyway?" I asked as we all (including Panic) walked to the green room.

    "I'm Nancy and this is Jenna." Black and Red girl answered.

    "Nice to meet you both. Although you know that you could've waited until tonight, right?" I said, laughing a bit. Upon walking to the door, I knocked softly. "Hey, are you alive in there? Or Decent at least?"

    "Come in Nayra." Adam said from the other side, laughing at me.

    "Hey guys, I want you to meet Nancy and Jenna. They snuck in." I said as the rest of Stand Tall walked towards them.

    "Nice to meet you both." They all said, smiling. I let them have a small conversation with the two bands before cutting in.

    "Alright girls. It's time to go back. You will have at least 10 minutes to get to class, alright? Wait for me outside the door. And don't try to run off so you can play hookie, or stay longer. Zack's outside." I said as they both walked dejectedly through the door to a now stern looking Zack, who would no doubt give them the fangirl speech. "Hey, I'm going to take them, I promised I would." I said to the group while I grabbed keys to one of the vans and my flared out sunglasses

    "Alright. Hey, I'll go with you. That way if they try to kidnap us, then one of us can at least help the other one out." Brendon said, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and putting the hood of his purple hoodie up.

    "Ok. " I said, walking out the green room towards them. We led them both to the van, where Brendon started the car and drove off. "What school do you guys go to?"

    " Anaheim High." Jenna said quietly, obviously staring at Brendon. He made a random face at them from the rear view mirror. I took my phone out and dialed information.

    "City and State Please." The automated voice asked.

    "Anaheim, California."

    "How may I help you in Anaheim?" A woman asked, seeming a bit put off.

    "I'd like the number for Anaheim High School please, and the adress if I can get it from you." I said politely.

    "Thank you. If you would like a text sent of this number, please press one now. Thank you, a text has been sent, and your call is now being connected." It said quickly as I waited for the secretary to pick up.

    "What are you guys' full names?" I asked, looking at them. They now looked extremely guilty. "I'm sorry guys, but as sweet as it was for you guys to come, it was still against school rules and the law..."

    "Nancy McArthur and Jennifer Rose." Jenna said, now looking at the floorboard.

    "Anaheim High School, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked politely.

    "Hi. I needed to get the directions to your school from the highway, if possible."
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It didn't take long to get to Anaheim High, and the look on the girls' faces echoed that. I didn't want them to get in trouble, really! But somehow I knew that if they didn't, they'd be back with friends next time.

    "Brendon, what should we do about the Skippy McSkippertons?" I asked quietly. The roar of the pavement being crushed by the wheels made it virtually impossible to hear anything going on in the front seat. Brendon smiled at their new name.

    "I don't know. I've never personally delivered someone back to class before."

    "Um, Nayra?" Jenna timidly asked, scaring me due to the silence from the back that had now been broken. "Can I ask you something?"

    "Sure, what's on your mind?" I said a little louder.

    "Are you and Brendon going out?" She asked, quite quickly, as though I was going to suddenly throw them out of the car for asking. I just about lost it nonetheless. Not because I was angry, but because I was caught a bit off guard. Was it really that obvious?

    "What makes you say that?" I said, smiling in a 'wtf?!' kind of way.

    "Oh come on. You guys were totally all over eachother today." Nancy replied, seeming to get her nerve back from earlier today. So that's why she hates me. I looked at Brendon who was just about to the point of bursting out laughing. I prepared myself for the answer to that question, trying to make sure they saw the 'truly we are just friends' look, and not the 'oh shit, well it's a long story, but in a sort of we are taking it slow but we like to make out kind of way, yes' look.

    "No, we are just friends. But she is pretty hot." He replied as we pulled up to the front office. Both of them sighed in instant relief, but which was then replaced with a look of dread as they saw where we were.

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I'm back! lol So I really enjoyed writing this scene, even though it took me like.. a week or two to FINALLY finish it. And yes I added more, only because the rest didn't seem like one scene on it's own. So, what do you think Nayra should do about Skippy McSkippertons over there? Should they be let off the hook? Leave a comment!
   

(Brendon: Hotel Room)
I closed my phone and tried to act like nothing was up, although Ryan apparently knew that I was lying.

    "We just got here. Can't you two wait a little while?" Ryan said, laughing and nudging me with his elbow.

    "What are you talking about? I'm going to get ice." I said, grabbing the ice bucket from the sink. Ryan dove onto the closest bed, sighing happily. " I see you didn't get any sleep either."

    "So that's where her hickey came from." Ryan said, sitting up.

    "What hickey?" I said, trying to get away faster.
  
    "Dude, it looks like a grampire got her. Seriously, if you don't want anyone to know about it then be more careful next time. Now please, go get her.. I mean the 'ice'" He said, laughing then grabbing his suitcase to lay his clothes out for tomorrow. I walked out of the hotel room laughing a bit, the ice bucket still in my hand. When I walked to the elevator, I couldn't help but think about what I was doing with Nayra. Yeah this was really fun, but are we going too fast? I haven't been in a relationship in a while, and so far this one is a bit physical. Perhaps, for the sake of the tour... no. This should be about having fun, not settling down and having children. So when I saw Nayra, her hair down and hiding the evidence and an ice bucket in her hand, I smiled a bit with the guilt seeping through a bit.

    "Hey you. Why do you look guilty?" She said, hugging me again.

    "Oh nothing. Ryan knows." I replied

    "Oh. Ok. How did he get it out of you?" Nayra asked as we walked to get ice.
 
    "Well, apparently because of those." I said quietly as I lifted her hair a bit.

    "I see. Well don't worry. I know the perfect remedy for these, so no one other than the group will really have to know about this." She added a bit quickly.

    "Ok. I'm not worried about it, but I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression of you." I replied, walking a with a bit of distance between us. "Hey about the bus-"

    "We were going too fast." She said before I could find the words. "Seriously, I mean... it was really fun and  I liked it, but I did just meet you."  

    "I totally agree. Slower." I said, hoping that the tone in my voice wasn't sounding as though I hated it. We reached the snack room with the ice machine within a few mintutes, having remained silent since then.

(Nayra's Perspective)

    'I don't know what to say to him!' I shouted in my head a hundred times as we walked on. It's not like I thought that he was going to say "No! We aren't going to fast! This is an awesome pace!" or "Well actually, that was a one time deal. You're funny looking." But at the same time, it was hard not to wonder if he was actually hurt that I wanted to take things slow. It really sucked because Adam's voice kept popping into my head, "People will think you're sleeping your way to the top". Why couldn't this be a little bit easier. As we got to the small room, there was a noticable uncomfortable feeling between us. Think Nayra! Think! How can you break this?!
So I kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear. "Tag. You're it." Before walking out, smiling.

    "You better run." He said, coming out and seeing me. I started to walk a little faster, only because I felt like if I ran, I'd get kicked out. 'Damn my parents teachings!' I thought as I looked behind me, seeing Brendon coming a bit closer. Now breaking into a run, I sped towards the elevator, although it was already at the top floor: too slow. So in retaliation, I ran to the stairs with Brendon following me. Within two seconds he caught up with me on the fifth flight of stairs, both of us laughing.

    "Damn, I thought, I could make it, at least to the sixth floor!" I said, leaning against the small wall on the fifth landing. Brendon placed his hands on the wall behind me, almost trapping me in his arms.

    "You should, have taken the, elevator." He said between breaths.

    "It was too slow." I said, finally catching my breath, momentarily. Up until that moment I had been looking at the floor, and now that we had locked eyes, my heart started pounding.

    "Hm... well I guess you shouldn't have kissed me." He teased, smiling.

    "And why is that?" I said, trying to play innocent.

    "Payback." He said, leaning into me. This kiss seemed a bit more forceful, but it could have been because we had just ran five flights of stairs like idiots. When we pulled apart, the bright lights of the stairwell showing my bright pink cheeks. "Too fast?" He said, pulling away.

    "Yes. I mean no! I mean.. it's fine. There's nothing wrong with a little making out." I said, once again breathless.

    "Alright then. Shall we go back for our ice buckets?" He said, ushering me to the door leading to the hallway.

    "Haha, oh yeah. That's what we came for." I said, laughing as we walked to the elevator.  We grabbed the ice buckets (which seemed to have stayed in the same spot), filled them, and went back to the elevator, now too tired to even think about the stairs.

    "Well, I better let you get some sleep. You guys are going to need it, especially you." Brendon said before looking over his shoulder, kissing me quickly, then humming the theme to mission impossible while scaling the wall to his room. I stood there giggling at my doorway.

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OK! so I said that I was going to work on some of the past ones.. well I think that this is about the point where it starts sucking. :) so therefore.... why not start here? So tell me what you think so far!
Ooh! and here's a bit of the reason why I'm changing it:

So I realized why I'm having a writer's block.. not only am I trying to get em' done at least one a day... but I'm trying to rush the "relationship" between Nayra and Brendon.. and that wasn't really supposed to be the focus of the story. Actually it was supposed to be about how he was sorta helping her along with their first tour.. then somwhere along the way they got together.

    

Hey guys! Guess what?? I UPDATED! Yup. It's true! And I think that I have new ideas for it... which means I can write again. Hopefully. But I'm not going to be updating every day (Or possibly even every week). I'm only going to be updating when I get a really super duper cool idea for it. :) So keep reading and telling your friends!


Also, if any of you have suggestions of what should be in here, if any of the characters seem lame, any input at all, don't hesitate to tell me about it.

xoxo
Singingchicky

    We pulled into the first hotel around 4 or so in the morning, of which I had to say goodbye to Brendon for a bit, at least in person. "We'll talk later doll face." Brendon said, now knowing how it makes me react.

    "Jerk." I said, teasingly as he grabbed my hand, swung me toward him, and dipped me so we could kiss. "Ok. Not a jerk." I said as he lifted me back up, laughing.

    "So, should we tell them that their plan worked?" He asked as I started gathering things from the bus and turning off TV.

    "Oh hell no. I'd never hear the end of it from Odessa."

    "True. Alright, so we won't tell them. But that means you have to keep your soft sweet lips off of me, alright?" He said, getting dangerously close to my face, again. Ben saved me this time.

    "Alright children. Keep it in your pants." Ben said as he walked off the bus with his pillow and music player in his hands.

    "Nayra, can I have a word with you really quick?" Adam said as he came from behind the screen.

    "Sure. Text me later? But only if you are already up." I said as Brendon nodded and walked off the bus. "What's up?"

    "I just want you to know that I think Brendon is a cool dude, but you need to be careful with that, alright?" He said, a serious look on his face. The face Dad makes when we screw up. Oh how I hate it when he pulls it on me.

    "And why is that dad?" I said, hoping he heard the sarcasm in my voice.

    "Well not only is he older than you-"

    "A year. Big woop." I said, rolling my eyes.

    "But," he said, ignoring my comment. "he is also the lead singer of the band we are touring with. You don't want to earn the reputation for sleeping with people to get to the top."

    "It's not like that, and I really don't want to have this conversation with my brother. But let's talk about this later, ok? I'm really tired, and Odessa won't shut up until I've spilled everything." I said, walking off the bus with my bags, Adam following.
Odessa and Ryan seemed to be in deep conversation as we walked up to them and the rest of Panic. I smiled at Brendon as we all walked in. Even more than the other, this hotel was almost literally sparkling, including the amazing fountain in the middle of the lobby, a beautiful yet naked statue of a mermaid combing her hair sitting in the middle of it, looking as though she was sitting in the pool of a waterfall.

    "Welcome to Embassy Suites. We hope your stay is enjoyable." A small weasle-type of man said as we went to the front desk.

    "Yes, so do we. Are our rooms ready for Panic and Stand Tall?" Ryan said, smiling at him, but obviously tired.

    "Yes sir. Your keys." He said, passing him four room cards. Within a minute, a bellhop had taken our luggage up to the rooms on the top floor before we could even get up there. As we walked past the desk, the weasle man gave me and Odessa a wink. I rolled my eyes and walked faster.

    "Alright. So me and Bden will be in 512. Jon, Spencer, you guys are in 513. Odessa and Nayra, you are in 511, and Adam and Ben are in 510, ok?" Ryan said, passing the cards to us as we ran to the rooms themselves. Inside our room were two queen sized beds, complete with extremely comfortable sheets and blankets, and all the essentials needed for a rocker's night sleep. I set my stuff down on the bed closest to the window before grabbing my phone as it informed me I had a text.

    "Ooh! Are you two lovebirds already starting the text game?" Odessa said, grabbing at my phone.

    "Dude, what are you talking about?We didn't hit it off, ok?" I said, trying to play it off. It seemed to work... for a moment.

    "Really? I could've sworn-" She said, then stopped midsentence, then quickly grabbed my arm.

    "Ow! What the hell?!"

    "You didn't hit it off eh? Then how did you get that hickey?" She said, pulling my hair away from my neck.

    "What hickey?" I asked, honestly. I didn't think Brendon had given me one. Oops.

    "Oh, not just one. Like three." She said, pointing them out.

    "It's not a hickey. I fell a couple of times on the bus bus serfing." I said, laughing.

    "Right. I know you're clumsy, but not that clumsy. Those are bonafide hickeys dear, and I highly doubt that Ben gave them to you." She said before I could interject again.

    "Fine! We hit it off! But I really didn't know I had these. Just, don't tell Ryan. Seriously. I know you guys were in on this together." I said, opening my phone to reply to Ryan's text
(( guide to the texts : *-Nayra to Brendon, *-Nayra to Ryan, **Ryan, Brendon))

    By the time we got to the rest stop, the sun was starting to set. I hadn't realized just how far away Anaheim was, until now. I got off the bus to stretch as Brendon walked over to me, Ryan close behind him, smiling. I was almost knocked over by Odessa as she ran off the bus.

    "See ya tomorrow Nayra!" Odessa yelled as she ran to Panic's bus.

    "Well hello there doll face." Brendon teased, using his "jazzy gansta" voice, a box of Capri Suns in one hand, his pillow in another. His few words almost made me lose my cool, but I stood firm. It also helped that Ryan couldn't stop laughing at my shirt.

    "Hahahahahahahahaha! I thought Bden was kidding!!" He said, starting to calm down a bit.

    "Um. No comment." I said, mostly for a lack of comeback. " So just let me know if Odessa bugs you guys."

    "Same when that one." Ryan said, teasingly.

     "I heard that." Brendon said as he walked onto the bus. I waved as Ryan and I went our separate ways, and went back onto the bus. The boys had closed the screen between us, and had written a sign: NO ROCKIN THE BUS.

    "Odessa." I said, under my breath.

    "Her too?" Brendon said, settling in as the bus started to move again.

    "Ryan?" I said, sitting on the floor across from him for the moment.

    "Yup."
   
    "Figures." I said, shrugging it off.

    "So what would you like to do? I hate sleeping on busses." He said, offering me one of his precious drinks; I accepted.

    "Well, if you're not sick of it by now, we could watch Nightmare Before Christmas." I said, crawling to the movie cabinet. A certain set of lyrics came to mind from RENT, but I chose not to sing them outloud.

    "That's cool with me." He replied. I started the movie, thanking all that was holy that there was a remote. He smoothly gestured for me to sit next to him as the movie started. We stayed semi- close to eachother as the movie began, but around the time of the forest, I felt his arm above my seat, which slowly went to my shoulder. I schooched over a bit, but I still wasn't sure if this was an accident.

  Apparently it wasn't as he smiled and pulled me closer.

    "Ooh! This is one of my favorite songs!" I said, turning towards him and not realizing his face was inches from mine. He smiled at me, leaning a bit closer. I started to close my eyes in anticipation...

    "No rockin' the bus Nayra!" Ben said, which was quickly followed by an "Ow!!" from an apparent arm slap from Adam. We laughed and pulled our faces away, but not our bodies. We went through about half of the movie like this, until it seemed our eyes finally met. By that time it seemed that we couldn't resist it any longer.

    I couldn't believe that he was actually going in for the kill, but as he smiled at me, his lips met mine. Not even a few moments later ( or so it seemed) I felt his lips form a smile as he parted my lips with his strong tongue. I pulled him closer to me as we played this interesting and spontanious game of wrestling tongues, my arm going around his neck. Brendon's hand went into my hair as we continued, his fingers running through it. We stayed in this position until we both had to come up for air. I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. I blushed.

    "I'm sorry." I said, lowering my arm and looking down into my hands. He took the one that was formerly resting on his neck and interwove his hand in it.

    "Don't be." He said, kissing my hand, as though we were in some Romeo and Juliet balcony scene. My breath seemed to quickly become sparce as he did this. He went in for another, but I moved my head. He laughed and started kissing my neck as I giggled.
(Behind the Screen, Adam)
    "Aw man, you can hear them! That's nasty!" Ben whispered as he started to put his headphones on.

    "Just listen to your music." I said, following suit.
(Back to Nayra)
    The movie ended right about the time that we did, so we started on another. This time, we chose Across the Universe. This time, having gotten our young hormones out of the way, we got through the enire thing having only made out once. Instead, we sang most of the songs or bus serfing.

    "Guys! The bus is here! Let's go!" I yelled happily as I shoved one of my bags out the door. It was quite hilarious that I was not only the first one up, but the most excited to be on tour. But the best part about starting your first tour with a bunch of guys was-
   
    "Here. Let me help you." Brendon said, grabbing one of two bags with my clothes. Today seemed to be a purple hoodie day.

    "Thanks." I replied as we walked out my door to the elevator.

    "Are you alright? You're shaking." He asked as I tried to press the lobby button.

    "Yeah. Just butterflies." I replies, and left it at that. No need to tell him the realy top 10 reasons I had butterflies. With that happy note, we walked out to the bus, and I gasped.

    "What? Is something wrong?"

    "It's... so... beautiful!" I said, then turned my head to him as he laughed at me. " Ok. It still hasn't hit me yet."

    "Oh, it will. Wait until the hotel rooms." He said, lifting my bad into the hands of the waiting bus driver. I followed suit.

    "Thanks. I better, go, yell at the others." I said, studderring a bit as I walked back to the elevator. Within a few minutes, I had rounded up the group and helped pile their crap into the bus, including equipment. I adjusted my Panic at The Disco band tee over my jeans as we finished and were walking on the bus. Brendon had already seen it and laughed. Twice. The inside of the bus was actually pretty simple, but amazingn and roomy. There were two actual sides to the bus, clearly boys vs. girls, with a curtain to hide each side (thanks Pete!) on both sides there was a T.V. complete with a DVD and VCR player ( by request. Pete laughed at me when I said it, so I thought it was a no go.) There was a small fridge on our side, and a bathroom on their side. Our bus driver, Sam, was extremely sweet, but really quiet. As Brendon walked on the bus, I lost all dignity.
   
    "This is AWESOME!" I said, hugging him, but then re-thinking it. He laughed.

    "Don't thank me. Thank Pete." He said as he settled into the couch on the "girls" side. Panic's bus was still at the hotel, and apparently Brendon lost the wrestling match, making him the official helper of our band for the time being. I took my phone out and dialed it.

    "This is Pete." the voice on the other side said.

    "Hi Mr. Wentz. This is Nayra." I said, feeling a bit odd (Brendon's laugh not making it any better.) It's hard to act normal when you've spent a great deal of your teenage life listening to Panic at The Disco and Fall Out Boy.

    "Nayra. I told you you can call me Pete. It's really fine."

    "Sorry, Pete. I just wanted to thank you for everything."

    "No prob. I'm glad you guys like it. Well I gotta let you go, Ashlee's on the other line. Bye" He said with a click. I closed the phone and put it back in my pocket. That was about the time that we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.

    "Text me." Brendon said as he walked off the bus and into his. Not even a minute after we were on the road, Odessa jumped into the seat next to me.

    "So, when's the wedding?" She asked. I threw a pillow at her.

    "Well, what's the scoop? Does he like you? Does he not? Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me!" Odessa droned on.

    "Ok! Ok! There's no scoop Ms. Enquirer. Other than he's a nerd. Besides, I don't know him that well." I replied. My phone went off, showing a message from Brendon.

    "What's going on?" Odessa asked as I walked through the door, Brendon close behind me.

    "Well, when we were leaving he was recognized." I said half-jogging to my room to throw my guitar case on my bed. I started walking to the kitchen.

    "Brendon, please make yourself at home." I half yelled from the fridge as I grabbed a Capri Sun for him and a water for me. It seemed that not even that would wake the guys up as I walked into the livingroom to see a confused Brendon and two lazy guys sprawled out on the couch. "Wake Up!" I said sharply as they shot up.

    "Holy shit. Hey Brendon." Adam said, sitting up and shaking hands. "So what happened?"

    "Horny teenage girls." I replied, passing Brendon his beloved drink, then leaning against the wall closest to the kitchen. "It might be safe to go back if you want."

    "Well, they might have followed us." He said, a faux terrified look on his face. I smiled.

    "Alright. Well, what do you guys want to do?" I asked as I took a sip of my water.

    "Sleep." Adam said, apparently now in a coocoon of blankets.

    "Brendon, why don't I give you a tour. It won't take more than three minutes." I said, getting up from the wall as he followed.

    "Well obviously this is the livingroom slash bedroom for those bums. That is the kitchen, that is Odessa's room, the bathroom, and my room." I said as we walked around the small apartment, walking into all but the bathroom and my room. He seemed to notice my room the most. "You can come into my room, but you'll probably run away afterwards." I said, teasing as I opened the door. the only thing out of place really was the towel I was using. I quickly put it in the hamper. I walked over to one of my posters, a peace sign, and turned back to him. " So, what do you think?"

    "I think, you are a hippy." He teased as he looked at my posters, then laughed as he saw the one on the back of my door. " I see that we were right about you." This he said with a smile.

    "Well, what can I say? Amazing sound, cute boys, how can I resist?" I sat on my bed.

    "Thank you for putting our sound before us." He said honestly. He never really liked when people put their looks before their music.We spent ten minutes talking about utter nonsense, then another twenty messing around on my guitar when I heard a soft knocking.

    "Hey man, you ready?" Adam said, the big brother glare coming out.

    "Yeah. I need to go warn the guys. Thank you so much for saving me from a sure rape. Text me later Nayra." He said, walking out of the room and apartment. Not even two minutes after they left, Odessa came into my room. I let her have it.

    "Dude! What the fuck?!" I said, grabbing my phone and Mp3 out of my pocket and setting them up again on my table. The music started instantly, playing "Because".

    "Well, you move slow, and you needed your case anyways, right? So there." She said, a guilty look on her face. I smiled and gave up.

    "Well, I won't act like I didn't love hanging out with him. But please, next time let me do it."

    "Deal."

(Adam's Perspective)
    I walked with Brendon down to the van. I really wanted to talk to him about the tour, and Nayra. Afterall, this is my baby sister.

    "Hey Thanks man." Brendon said, climbing into the front seat.

    "No problemo. So we leave in a couple of days." I said, as we pulled out of our usual spot.

    "Yeah. They are decorating it as we speak." He said, looking foward.

    "Alright, I'm sorry to ask, but she is my little sister." I added.

    "I totally understand. She's really cool, but right now there really isn't anything going on between us. Just friends." He said, not moving an inch. I could tell he wanted more to happen. The rest of the trip was about the gist of the tour. We pulled up to the hotel, which seemed to be fan free. "Thanks again man. See ya in a few days."
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yay! Now I have a lesson for all the fangirls out there: " He never really liked when people put their looks before their music." dudes, it's totally true! lol So thank you for reading, and I will try to post the next installment tomorrow. :D

-Good Morning BALTIMORE!!
    'Damn! Always at the good part! Oh well. I better get up and pack. Knowing the guys, there won't be room for last minute anything.' I thought as I awoke that morning. I grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom, in hopes it would wake me up. When I got out, Odessa was waiting for me at the bathroom door, scaring the shit out of me.

    "SHIT! Oh. Hey. Good morning. You seem, upbeat this morning." I said, my heart now beating faster as I walked back to my room to get dressed.

    "That I am. So, you should get dressed, go pretty yourself up, and get some coffee." She said, throwing a pair of dark sailor jeans and a black halter top at my head, along with my make-up bag.

    "What's wrong with our coffee maker?" I replied, putting the clothes on behind my little screen in my room. The last time the coffee maker broke, the boys were playing keep away, drunk.

    "Nothing. I just really really want Starbucks." She said, sitting on my bed.

    "Ok. But in that case, I need a few minutes. Why do I have to look pretty?" I said, walking out from behind my screen to grab my make-up bag.

    "Because I said so. Besides, maybe you'll see a boy named Taylor there." She replied, giggling. Which is never a good sign.

    "Fine." I said, dejected. I went to the bathroom and started doing my make-up, with plain lip gloss and minimal eyeliner as my choice.

    "Oh! But you need to go to the one on Orville Street." She said, as if the others were the worst choices... EVER.

    "Why? There's one down the street." I said, starting to realize something was really up.

    "Oh, well, it won't be as busy, and they have better scones." She said, then went back into the livingroom before I could interject. Going into my room and grabbing my phone and music player, I walked into the livingroom to get the keys to my Green Beetle (which is going to be living at my parent's house for the time being).

    "What do you want from there?" I said as I checked my hair, down this time and curly.

    "I'll call you." She said, pushing me out the door. I started my car up, put my music on-the soundtrack to Across the Universe- and drove to the location suspiciously requested. I decided to walk in for mine and sit down while I waited for her call. I grabbed my player, locked my car, and walked in. The moment I walked to the counter, I heard my phone go off, showing a text from Brendon.

This time I was in a beautiful garden drinking tea, my bright yellow sundress seeming to glow. A butterfly passed by my little table as I drank my sweet tea. The sun itself was high in the sky, but you couldn't really tell through the thick branches of the tree behind me. A little ways away I heard a rustling in a nearby set of bushes. I turned my head to see what made the noise, but was unsuccessful. I decided to move to it, in hopes of catching what made the noise.  This is why I loved being barefoot.

When I reached the bush, he popped out, dressed in a magnificent blue shirt and jeans, but looked like death eating a cracker. All I could do for a moment was stare at him, his eyes doing the same.

         "What's your name?" He asked, staring in wonder.

          "Nayra. But they call me Sun." I replied, an equal amount of wonder showing through my eyes.

           "Brendon. But they call me Moon." He said, coming closer. "Would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while? In exchange for your time, I'll give you this smile." He said, pulling out a yellow daisy.

          "That's ok. As long as you can make a promise not to break my little heart and leave me all alone, in the summer." I said, looking down, then back at him.

           "Alright." Brendon replied, coming closer to my face, then kissed me.

(Brendon's dream)

Walking around Halloweentown is fun! But I know I'm here to find something. Something other than Christmas. I started to walk through the pumpkin patch, where I met Ryan. But I could tell he wasn't what I was looking for. He followed me to the vampires tomb, where Spence and Jon were, but they didn't seem to be what I needed. Together, we walked throughout the forest, the lakes, the hill, and found nothing. Until we went to Dr. Finklestein's, where Sally was. Where Nayra was. When I looked around me, the guys and Halloweentown dissappeared, soon replaced with a garden, like the one from that love song we wrote. It seemed I was the moon, and she was my sun. I leaned foward and kissed her in joy.
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So, what do you think of their dreams? This is all I'm putting for now. and I'm only like 4 pages into my awesomeness. :D

Foward Note: Hey Guys! So I've been hand writing up a storm for this fan fic... and since I'm up to about 15 pages and scene 10, I thought I'd share them with you guys! So read on!
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Answer me this question:
What do you think should happen with any of the characters? any pair ups? And any predictions of what should happen on the tour. :D
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  The ride home was actually worse than the ride up. I didn't think it was physically possible, but it was.

    "So Nayra, when's the wedding?" Odessa cooed as we piled into the van. I smacked her arm playfully.

    "Shut up. He's really cool." I said, a bit off in space.

    "Yes. I noticed he didn't pipe up during our significant others conversation. Am I to take it that he does not have a significant other?" Adam said, starting the van. I knew there was a reason for that damn conversation!

    "No, and I'm sure he doesn't want one either." I said, a bit defensive. Ben yawned a bit, snuggling into the back seat for a quick nap on the way home.

    "Hey Nayra, check to see if I'm ok." Adam said, looking in his side view mirrors. I looked behind the car for other cars in the path of our boat of a vehicle.

    "You're fine." I said, about to turn around, until I noticed my guitar. Caseless. "Fuck."

    "What's up?" Odessa asked from the front seat.

    "Urgh. I left my case in there. Damnit!" I said, then smiled.

    "What?" Odessa said, now staring at me. Grabbing my phone and opening it, the little piece of paper fell into my lap. quickly opening it, I started to text.

So if you have read my journals, then I have news to tell you: I have added a bit on the last post, right after the duet, so take a look at it so that the next part (coming soon) will make a bit of sense, and so you aren't like "OMG I thought that she was still with them, but now she's where? omg." lol. Not that any of you guys sound like that. And if you do, then awesomness because sometimes... I am like that too :D

Thank you so much for reading it! Please tell your friends about it!

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SingingChicky

Ps,
I won't be able to post a new scene for New To The Tour during the upcoming week as I am going out of town. But don't fret, I shall be back with an awesome idea for what will happen next. :)

I shifted my weight a little so that I could face him properly. Up until now, I was at an odd angle where he wouldn't be able to see my full expression.

    "What should I sing?" He said, resting his hand on the strings of his guitar.

    "Ooh! That one! that's only like a minute long!" Jon replied, stretching a bit.

    "Ok. You might know this one Nayra." Brendon said, then began to play. Instantly I started smiling. It was actually one of my favorite songs off of their CD that had been out for no longer than a month. I already had a great deal of them memorized, and some actually harmonized. I told you I was a nerd, right? Brendon, seeing my enthusiasm, laughed during the first couple of lines:

    If I hadn't seen these guys in a hundred videos on YouTube, I would have thought that they were just a bunch of band nerds. Ryan sat in a big red chair on the side of the room facing away from the window that stood open, wearing a black jacket over a plain gray t-shirt and jeans, his hair a bit messy. Jon was sprawled on one of the couches playing a video game on the T.V., his black hoodie and black and white striped shirt riding up a bit as if we scooched a bit on the couch closest to us. Spencer was in the chair at a small table, reading a magazine. He wore fairly normal clothes: a black t-shirt and jeans. The last was Brendon, who was sprawled on the couch farthest from our group, his red shirt not exactly reaching his dark blue jeans, so a hint of ab was showing. I looked down.

    "Guys, this is Stand Tall." Zach said as the guys all stood up and straightened their clothes.

    "Hey! Nice to meet you guys." Brendon said, going around to give everyone a welcoming handshake. Since I was the last one in, I was the last to shake his hand. "Ok, I'm Brendon, That's Spencer, Jon, and Ryan. You've already met Zack." he said walking back to his group and pointing to the respectable people as he introduced them. They all waved as their name was called. My band looked at me, expecting me to introduce everyone. I really regretted my outfit a bit now.

    "I'm Nayra, this is my brother Adam, his friend Ben, and my friend Odessa." I said, looking at them instead of Brendon. I couldn't look at him without giggling a bit. "Thank you so much for this." I said, finally looking at him, smiling.

    "We're really glad you guys decided to go on tour with us. Please, have a seat." Ryan said, sitting back down. Everyone followed. The members of Stand Tall sat on one couch as the members of Panic sat on the other.

    "Thank you." I said as we sat down.

    "I say, since we are trying to get to know eachother, we sit together, like mix up the bands." Odessa said, a hint of mischief in her eyes. I knew what she was playing at.

    "Sounds cool to me." Brendon replied, smiling.  He  and Jon got up and switched places with Adam, who was on my right, and Odessa who was at the far end. The end formation was me and Brendon on the couch nearest the living room entrance, Ben in a chair schooched up to join our little circle, Spencer in the other chair, and Ryan and Odessa on the other couch. The conversations started quickly after that. I sat pretty quiet, watching everyone start to get a little more comfortable in their skins. "Alright then. Tell me about yourself. " Brendon said, shifting his weight towards me.

    "Well, I'm 20, I just finished my first year of college, and I really love music." I said, trying to play it cool, only because I had butterflies in my stomache. This was the first band that I actually talked to, in person.

    "What did you study in college?" He said, seeming honestly interested.

    "Music and theater. I'm a nerd." I said, before I could stop myself.
   
    "A nerd eh? Me too! What kind of music are you into?"

    "Everything but rap." He laughed at that one.

    "So... Can I assume that you like our band?"

    "Yeah, I do. You guys rock!" I said, a little bit too enthused. He apparently didn't notice.
   
    "Thanks! I'm glad you liked it." He said, then started to turn his head at the sound of his name being called by Ryan, who was laughing. "What's so funny?"

    "Oh, I was just telling them about all the crazy things we've pulled on eachother." Ryan said, then continued into an entire detailed version of every prank they pulled, from water guns to shaving cream. The conversation went on like this for quite a bit, until it came to that conversation. Relationships. I always hated this part, mostly because I usually had nothing to say about a boyfriend, since I hadn't had one in a few months, and even then, the guy wasn't the best example of a boyfriend in the first place. I listened intently to the cute stories of Ryan and Keltie, Spencer and Haley, and Jon and Cassie. Then it was the sweet stories I had witnessed with my brother's girlfriend Anna, Odessa's boyfriend Harlon, and Ben's girlfriend Sarah.

    "I remember this time when me and Harlon were at the duck pond for Valentine's Day..." Odessa went on, while Brendon looked at me.
    "You don't have to be Shy Nayra. Jump on in." He said quietly as Odessa went into detail about how Harlon had carved her name and his in a tree.

    "I would if I had anything to tell." I said, smiling a bit. I was always a bit embarrassed when it came to these conversations, and up until now, I never had to actually deal with answering why I didn't contribute.

    "Nothing? Don't worry. I don't either." He said, smiling. I opened my mouth a bit as if to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of infectuous laughter.

    "Ok. I think that we should move onto a new subject as it seems that not all of us are really into it." Ryan said, laughing at looking at me and Brendon.

    "I say that our newest members of the tour should sing us a song." Spencer said as everyone agreed. Brendon got up and grabbed my guitar from where Adam had set it a few hours ago. " And in return I say that Brendon sings them a song."

    "And why just me?" Brendon replied, a teasing tone popping up.
      
    "Becuase ye who doesn't have a girlfriend has to serenade the new band." Ryan said, laughing.

    "You guys suck." He said with a smile on his face. "Ok, but that means Nayra has to start first."

    I smiled, then strummed my guitar, beginning what was going to be the first song for the tour: 

    We arrived at the hotel that Panic was staying at with about ten minutes to spare. On the way, I heard non-stop jokes about our meeting, my outfit, until they decided that it was no longer that big of a deal.

    "Are you sure we need to bring the instruments in?" Odessa asked me, grabbing her hot pink and black bass in it's matching case.

    "Um, I'm not sure. I've never done this either. Adam, you call them." I said, grabbing my black acoustic guitar. I only played a bit, but only for a song or two during out performances. Right now it was in my soft black case that had over 20 patches on it.

    "Oh no. You have to call them. I don't have their number." He said, sitting on the bumper of the van. I threw him my  green EnV.

    "Now you do."  I said, laughing. "Besides, I can't talk to them right now."

    "Because the minute Brendon picks up the phone, she'll faint!" Odessa said, not looking at me but laughing.

    "This isn't going to stop anytime soon, will it?"  I said, sighing.

    "Nope. But we won't embarrass you in front of him. I promise." She said, then sat next to Adam on the bumper.

    "Urgh. Fine." Adam said, opening my phone and looking for the number. "Is it under 'lover boy'?"

    "Oh My God. No, it's not. It's under the R's. It's Ryan's number. That's what their producer gave me." I said, feeling a blush coming on. Adam laughed and put the phone to his ear. "Where's Ben?"

    "Right here!" I heard from the backseat of the car.

    "What are you doing?" I asked walking towards him. He was sitting, still buckled in, playing a game on his phone.

    "Beating my high score on Pac Man." He said, not really paying attention to me, but instead tilting his phone as if it made any difference.

    "Ok then." I said, walking away.

    "Hello. Is this Mr. Ross? No, this is her brother, Adam. Yeah I'm the guitarist. Well we're here, but we need to know if you want us to bring anything up? Yeah, we brought them. No? ok, that's cool. Ok. Oh? alright. We can do that.We'll see you in a few minutes. Room 811? Ok. Thank you! Bye. " He said, then hung up. "No instruments, except for a guitar. They just want to hang out to get to know us, tell us about the tour a bit, then make plans."

    "Alright. Then, I guess we can take mine. Since it's already out." I said as Odessa put hers back in the van. "Hold on a bit!" I ran to the front seat, grabbed my purse, then locked the doors. "Ok let's go."

    Walking into the front door was pretty intimidating, considering everyone seemed to be dressed to the nines and older than us. We were barely out of our first year of college, and dressed like we just came back from Warped Tour, and a hop. The hotel itself was pristine and gleaming, mostly because everything had either glass on it or metal. Walking to the stainless steel elevator, people stared and whispered as the doors opened and we walked in. Even the elevator operator gave us a look as we asked to go the the 8th floor. I merely smiled at him as we got off. Walking in an almost Wizard of Oz formation, we arrived at door 811.

    "I called, you knock." Adam said, taking my guitar out of my hands and pushing me towards the dark wood door. I knocked softly. No answer. "Don't be shy. Knock louder!" He whispered. I knocked again, a little louder.

    "We don't want our room cleaned today!" I heard someone on the other side say. It sounded like Brendon Urie, but I couldn't be sure.

    "It's not room service. I'm Nayra, from Stand Tall?" I said, feeling stupid. The door swung open, and a tall bigger guy stood in the doorway.

    "Follow me. I'm Zack, the guys body guard." He said, leading us in the door. He was intimidating looking, his muscles huge and seeming to want to escape the black shirt he was wearing. We followed him into the livingroom, where they were waiting for us.
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Ok That's all for today. I can't think of anything else. So please, tell all your friends about it! even if it sucks! I need constructive critisism. and I know the last one said they'd be in it, but I felt like this was the right place to stop this "scene".

   

  I couldn’t bear it any longer.  That sweet angelic voice of his drove me mad every time I heard it, and tonight was no different. He’s only been working here a few nights and I’m already having these thoughts. I sat down at the bar of our underground Strip Joint, staring at him sing, secretly hoping for him to see me. The room around us was red and black, with private tables- for the shy gentlemen who claim they wouldn't ever be caught dead in this place, and among them were the sweethearts of the underworld. We all usually played a small part, be it the sweet young virgin like the one messing with a gentleman's tie as she came closer on his table, to the sexy viper making another man at a private table sweat a bit. The band played in the middle of the lust filled air on a small stage that held them and a couple of dancers.

    It seemed luck was on my side, because the moment I thought of him, he met my gaze-and didn't let it go for a bit. I stared intently into those deep brown eyes until I couldn't help but smile at him. Stepping off stage, he sat near me at the long and semi-dingy bar. I was never one for conversations with men really, especially here, where my uniform was my long black hair curly, down, and a red feather in my hair, make-up done carefully but eccentrically, black and red corset with matching fishnets, "baby dolls" and tootoo, and the most important thing here: a mask. (Mine matched my outfit) One simple smile and gesture of the hand from me seemed to get his attention to follow me to the seduction room.

     This room was usually only for "high paying customers and performers" but if it was empty, then it was fair game to anyone. I led the way, only because I knew that the singer wouldn't know where it really was. No one has taken him in there for the traditional "welcome", I made sure of it. He smiled at me. The room itself was pretty bare,the walls a dull white, but it had a spectacular view (if you actually opened the blood red curtains to see it), a single chair, and a pole on the side of the room.

    "What's your name?" I said, my hand running up and down his shirt. He also wore a type of uniform, although with his, you were bound to stay warm if by chance the feds came and took you away. He had on a tuxedo shirt, suspenders, and tuxedo pants, his black hair slicked back. Just the way I preferred my men: clean cut.

    "Brendon, doll face." He said, seemingly getting excited about what was to come next. The band no doubt has told him what was to come. They had been there a while before Brendon showed up, so they already had their happy welcoming.  So, without further adeu, I shoved him into the chair in the middle of the room, now performing the age old ritual of a lap dance. The only difference with this is I actually enjoyed it. I arched my back in a way that my head was at his ear.

    "Am I exactly where you like me?" I said seductively, my hands on his legs for support. He turned me towards him, his eyes peeking out of his music painted mask. He leaned in, his lips touching mine... He started to reach for-

"GOOD MORNING BALTIMORE! EVERYDAY'S LIKE AN OPEN DOOR!!!" I heard my alarm sing at the top of IT'S lungs. I couldn't believe it was only a dream. I shoved the tye dye blankets up over my head in attempt to get my dream back, but it seemed it was of no use. It didn't help much that I had the sound of laughing and boys yelling at me. I looked around a bit. I was in the apartment that me and my friend shared. It wasn't really that big, but up until now, It was perfect for two. But after the band actually got in touch with a recording company, it became a bit crowded. My room was fairly cluttered, with multiple posters on the walls to hide the lame white paint. My dresser was also cluttered, but with my make-up, perfume, and multiple other "girly" things. I threw my phone back onto my nightstand, where it immediately hit my Mp3 player with a small clank.

   "Nayra! Wake up dude! Don't you remember what today is?" My brother, Adam said walking into my room as the others continued to laugh outside my door. He's your typical emo boy, complete with black hair in surrounding his tan face and blue eyes, tall and gangly, and dressed accordingly. Most people can't really tell that he's my older brother.Adam and I are the leads in our band, Stand Tall. The others, Ben (drums), and my roommate, Odessa (bass), are friends of ours.I'm lead and Adam is... well you get the picture. I grabbed my phone again, opened it to look at the date, my eyes still full of sleep.

    "Oh my god. It's-It's" I said, stunned at the date: April 28th. The day I was supposed to meet the band we were touring with. Panic At The Disco.

    "It's time to get ready is what it is. Hurry, we haven't got all day!" He said, laughing. He knew how I felt about the band. He walked out of the room, shaking his head.

    I sat up quickly and walked to my closet. I never knew what to wear. Which is the reason for Adam's comment. I stared at the clothes in front of me. I had a Panic at The Disco band tee, but that would be too embarrassing... perhaps that cute  red sundress? No. maybe not. It's a bit cold for sundresses. I settled on a fun outfit: a modernized black poodle skirt with records on it, a matching top, and my black low top converse. Quickly getting dressed, I ran to the bathroom before the guys could, and locked the door. I stared at the girl in front me in the mirror. My green eyes still full of sleep, but smiling behind my pretty tan lids. I was not a twig by anyone's standards, but a curvy woman. Most people thought I was 23, when in fact, I was barely 20. I sighed, opened the medicine cabinet door, grabbed my stuff,  and proceeded to put on my make-up: sweet and pretty eyes with only a thin line of liner, lip gloss, and my foundation. I looked in the cabinet again and found a fun pair of false eyelashes. 'what the hell?' I thought to myself as I put them on. The finishing touch was my hair. Following my theme, I put it up in a high ponytail, and put a red bow in it. "Alright! I'm ready!!" I sang as I walked out of the bathroom. Everyone laughed. "What the hell?!"

    "We're not going to a hop you know!" Adam said, laughing. I smacked him arm hard.

    "Shut up!" I said teasingly.

    "Do we have to dress accordingly?" Ben said, hiding behind Odessa, who was laughing too hard at Ben to really say anything. Ben was actually a bit more creative about his emo side, having an actual green mohawk, which matched his eyes. He was pretty muscular and a few inches taller than me. His attire usually matched his mood. Today was a skull shirt and baggy jeans day, so I guess that means he's not in the best of moods.

    "Yes." I said sarcastically. "No. My god. Ok, get ready I want to be early for this thing."

    "Yes, so she can meet Breeenndooon!" Odessa teased, finally catching her breath. She nudged me playfully as they all "ooh"ed at me. Odessa was, in my opinion, gorgeous. She was a pretty pale with piercing blue eyes. She leaned more towards the punk princess with her hot pink streaks in her brown hair, and her outfits usually were just as shocking. However, today was apparently a normal day for her in her black mini skirt and hot pink slim tee.

    "Haha. Very Funny. Now hurry!" I said, putting my hands on my hips, trying to act cool, but to no avail. I was a nerd through and through. It took everyone about 20 minutes to get ready, with showering and primping-even the men-. In this time I took out my phone and started to play Guitar Hero.

    "Ready!" I heard three times, and we walked out the door to the van, instruments in hand. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but it got us from A to B when we needed to. We piled in with Adam driving, and rode off.

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Hello. Welcome to my awesome brain! Alright. Get to it. Tell me what you think. If you really think it's lame... then I am sorry for you. Because I will more than likely keep writing until I run out of steam. :) As for the "Scene" thing, I'm doing it this way, because it's not really a chapter. It's the different places. some might be put into one post so that I don't have a million Journal entries ^.^ so the next one is coming up with the guests of honor! woot! ok bye!