-Alex POV-

It was the start of September and today was the beginning of the tour, and it's safe to say I was a nervous wreck. I was actually on tour! This is amazing. I kept thinking to myself.

I didn't get to see Jack much so far as we both had our own separate stuff to do, various sound checks and just generally being alone to try and get in the zone.

Our first show was here in Boston, we'd arrived here yesterday, and even thinking about opening a tour made me lightheaded. Sure, I was nervous as hell, but this was such a great opportunity - artists don't just get thrown in at the deep end and start off with a tour this size, you usually have to play pubs and clubs for at least a year, and even then you aren't guaranteed any recognition. So I'm going to grab the bull by the horns and and give it my best shot.

''Gaskarth, you're up for final soundcheck before doors open,'' a roadie called as he burst through the door. I looked at him and smiled, grabbed my acoustic and the red Gibson Jack had gave me and followed him down the corridor in an awkward silence.

I walked out on stage to an empty room - well, empty except for a few technicians and Jack, who was sitting on a chair over by the guys in charge of lighting. I hung my Gibson on my back using the black strap I added and looked down at my setlist that had been written on lined paper and taped to the floor behind a speaker in front of me - Teenage Dirtbag, Dear Maria and then Therapy - it wasn't much, but it was enough to let people know what kind of musician I was.

The tech - man nodded in my direction and I started to strum to my first song, and when I got to Therapy, I looked over at Jack who wasn't even paying attention, he was just absorbed in his phone. How rude. Then he got up and left the room. Prick.

I went backstage taking my guitars with me, I was trying to not let myself get in a bad mood and to forget how distant Jack had been lately, I mean, I understand how busy everything is right now and that he has a personal life, but he's meant to be taking me under his wing and helping me out, instead he hasn't spoken to me in days.

I entered my dressing room and led down on the two seated couch that was placed against the wall, thinking of every little detail that could possibly go wrong tonight and how I'll more than likely screw up the opening for Jack's tour and let him down. I decided to check my Twitter account and tell my few hundred followers that it was nearly time for me to perform, and then I saw a tweet Jack had sent earlier;

@JFuckingBarakat; in rehersals with @awgaskarth this dude has talent, cant wait for you all to hear him, hes gonna be big!

Hmm. So that's what he was doing earlier on his phone. I retweeted it just as I was called back near the stage, the same roadie from earlier handed me some things to put in my ears as as I put them in I felt a tap on my shoulder which made me jump a little. I turned on my heel to come face to face with the boy with skunk hair.

''You're gonna tear it up, Lex! Don't panic!'' He smiled, embracing me in a tight hug. I didn't reply, simply smiled into his hair and kissed the inside of his neck, and then I got told to get this show on the road.

My electric guitar was already out on stage, so I grabbed my acoustic and jogged out to the microphone and waved out to the crowd of now screaming fans.

''HEY FUCKERS!" I shouted into the microphone, earning a few laughs and more cheers. ''My name's Alex Gaskarth and I'm here to kick off the JAGK tour!" The room filled with even more screaming, which made me so very glad I had these magical silencers in. I positioned my fingers over the frets and looked into the audience. ''I'm pretty sure everyone knows this song, and if you don't, I will eat your first born child.'' I said smiling sweetly, getting more laughs, and with that, I started strumming.

Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

By the end of Dirtbag, I had everyone singing along and I could see people recording me and taking photos.

''Okay guys!'' I said once I was finished. ''I'm going to post a picture of y'all on Twitter, so on the count of three, pull the weirdest faces you can!" I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and opened the camera app, I turned my back to the crowd so it would have me in too, kind of like a selfie. ''1...2...3!" And I pushed the button, capturing the moment of my first ever tour. ''You can find it on my Twitter, which is 'at a w gaskarth' and y'all can tweet me random cat pictures and porn whenever you feel like it, just make it interesting....otherwise, I'll hate you forever. But that's enough of that...IT'S TIME FOR MORE MUSIC, this is an original....this, is Dear Maria!"
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The show was over and that was it for Boston for a year, but before we left, the fans with VIP tickets got to come backstage to take photos and sign stuff. I walked through the corridor and glanced into Jack's dressing room and it was now full of fans, he saw me and I smiled at him and he waved me over.

''Oh my God! Oh my God! Can I get a picture with both of you?! Oh my God!" said a girl stood in front of us, flicking her black straightened hair over her shoulder and putting her hand over her mouth.

''Sure!" Jack smiled whilst putting his arm over her shoulder. I stood there awkwardly not really knowing what to do so I just smiled whilst her friend took the picture. Everyone got 20 minutes back here, and by the time everyone had left Jack had gotten a huge pile of gifts - drawings, clothes, jewelry...even food. A couple of of people even asked me to sign some of the merch they had bought and even their tickets, and it just confused me as to why they would want little old me to be doing that and defacing their stuff.

It was the 'after party' now - well I say after party but it was just people sat around drinking in a room, there was myself and Jack, the two other support acts and the crew. This wasn't the sort of party I was used to, for a start there weren't a ton of slutty girls, no one I really knew, sure Jack was here but he was chatting to one of the techs sat on the couch, so I just spent the next forty minutes on my phone, texting my parent telling them how it went and replying to loads of tweets from tonight's audience, they all seemed to really like me, which was surprising seeing as I was just one guy with a guitar and the other support acts were bands that had really good looking members, so it would be a lot easier to fangirl over them, but I still seemed to be the favourite.


Before I knew it, two hours had passed and I found myself on YouTube watching a video of two guys making a cup of tea in slow motion. I looked up and everyone had left, everyone except a guy passed out on the couch. I pulled myself up from where I was sat and walked out of the room to see drunken bodies slumped against walls, bottles still in their hands. I found a door that was slightly ajar and I heard noises coming from behind it - finally someone who was awake - so I slowly pushed it open and poked my head around the door and I immediatly wished I hadn't. I wondered back into the room with the passed out guy and grabbed as many beers as I could hold, sat back down and downed them, trying to get that image out of my head.

The image of Jack making out with the tech guy from earlier.

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