“Who's All Time Low?” I yelled at Vic as I ran through the Warped Line up one more time on the us to the first venue.
“A band from Baltimore. They're really good.” Vic yelled back. “You'll love them.” I clicked the link to the wikipedia page and stared idiotically at the photography in the information panel. No. Way. “Carr?” I quickly googled the band and my images result was overloaded of photographs of Alex and Jack with Rian and another guy I couldn't place. Vic put his hand on my shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, that's them.” I shook my head. They had a band? Rian was musical? In the short three weeks I had kind of known the boys I had seriously lacked digging out a decent amount of information.
“What's wrong with her?” Jaime said as he climbed onto the bus. “Carrie, you look like you've seen a ghost.” I pointed to the screen and struggled to get the words out.
“A, a, Al... Alex.” I stammered. Vic looked at me questioningly and I watched the light bulb switch on his head.
“Alex Gaskarth is your Alex? Baltimore Alex?” I nodded and a stupid grin spread across my face. I squeaked and hugged Vic and then planted a kiss on Jaime's cheek. I ran to my bunk and pulled out my bag. Oh my god. In less than two hours I would be in the same tent as Alex and Jack. Holy shit. Holy mother fucking shit. My heart race increased ten fold and the boys giggled as I lined my eyes perfectly. “Apparently, three years isn't enough time to get over a dude, ay chicka?” I smacked Vic's shoulders as he tried to take my make-up from me.
“This is important to me Vic.”He burst out laughing.
“You knew the guys for three weeks? Haven't seen them in three years and now your acting as if your meeting Mayday Parade or something.” I turned and stared at Vic like he was an idiot.
“I am meeting Mayday Parade dick.” The next two hours went perfectly slowly and I prepared myself to make the best impression I could. I had a pair of tight red jeans on to match my hair and a jack daniels top. My hair was perfectly straight and my fringe fell perfectly across my face. I sighed in contentment and jumped off the bus to inform the admin that the band was here. I grabbed our parking assignment and directed the driver to the sight.
The site was right under a set of oak trees and the guys jumped off to start exploring. I had only one destination, and that was to follow the sound echoing from the stage in front of me. I would know that voice anywhere. I showed my pass to security ans climbed the stairs to stand back stage. Alex sat on a stool next to a girl I couldn't place and had a look of pain on his face as he belted out the lyrics.

“The neighbours said she moved away, funny how it rained all day, I didn't think much of it then, now its starting to all make sense.” Alex looks so passionate about this song and tried desperately to find a meaning to the lyrics. “Oh, I can see now, why all of these clouds are, following me on my desperate endeavour, to find my whoever, where ever she may be.” The girl stood with her mic and started to sing.
“I'm not coming back,” Juliet. “I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to think but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair. And out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, so many thousands of feet off the ground...” Oh. I rushed over to the set list which was sitting on the amp and asked the guitar tech what number it was. I looked down the list and stared at the name. Remembering Sunday. It was a song about Chloe. Holy crap. I stood side stage and waited for the band to finish their set. Alex waved goodbye to the crowd and nearly crashed into me as he jumped side stage.
“Oh, sorry,” He stared at me. “Carrie?” I laughed.
“Nice song, Gaskarth.” He continued to stare. Jack ran in behind him and waved hello to me, totally unphased. He pushed past and then turned around.

“Carrie?”

Notes

Ohhh look who Carrie found!