KAY
After my first show with All Time Low, the Twittersphere exploded. And I mean exploded. The guys received hundreds of tweets asking things like "Who is Kay Meyers?!?!" and "Kaylex? Jay? Zayck? Rayn? Klyzik?" So, the guys just chose not to respond, keeping me a mystery. That, of course, pissed off The Hustlers. Thankfully, I did not have a Twitter, so they couldn't harass me on there, and I made my Facebook page private.
The next two shows went as well as the first. I got less and less apprehensive each time, and there was even talk of featuring me on a track in the record they were making in the fall. Needless to say, I was beyond excited for that. I was also kind of scared. I had no clue what the end of Warped Tour held for Jack and I. I did kind of want to go back to St. Louis, but I didn't want to leave Jack.
Now, I did say that the next two shows went well. The last show, however, did not.

LAST DAY OF WARPED TOUR; AUGUST 1ST. ONTARIO, CANADA.
"Alright guys, we're going to slow it down a bit with Remembering Sunday, and to help me is Kay Meyers!" Alex said into his microphone. I dashed out onto stage, grabbing the microphone from Jack, just as I usually do. He whispered "Kill it" in my ear, like he usually did.
Alex sang, "oh, I can see now, that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor, to find my whoever, wherever she may be."
I closed my eyes and sang, "I'm not coming back, I've done something something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak, 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," I opened my eyes and looked at the crowd, "and out of my mind." That's when I saw him. He was sitting in the second row. His shaggy, black hair hung into his eyes. Immediately, I knew who he was. Sean. My stomach lept into my throat. I finished my part, his eyes locked with mine the whole time. The second I finished, I ran off stage. I handed the mic to Jack, but I kept running. I heard Jack yelling my name, and I heard Alex, still onstage, say "Um, guys, I hate to do this, but there's something wrong with Kay, and Jack just ran out after her, so I'll be right back."
I kept running until I smacked into a familiar figure. Immediately, I knew it was him. I smelled the familiar stench of weed and bourbon that hung in the air around him.
"Well, hello, Kay." I backed away quickly.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I just came to talk. You've made quite a ruckus on Twitter, so I knew where I could find you." He smiled.
"Just leave me alone. You have no business being here."
"Oh, but I do. That faggot punched me in the face before we could finish our conversation." He took a step towards me, I took two away.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I whispered.
"Because, Kay, I really do still love you. Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?"
"Yes. I did. Get the fuck away from me. I hate you and everything you did to me. You fucked me up. Everyday is a struggle because of you, Sean. All because of you. So leave, and if you every try to contact me again, I will call the police and have you put away." I spit the words at him. I wanted him to hurt as much as he hurt me. His face changed from a look of pleading to a look of rage.
"Why can't you just see that I still love you? I can change."
"No Sean, you can't. You are incapable of change. We were together for years and you stayed exactly the same."
The next few minutes happened in slow motion. It was like I wasn't really there at all. Have you ever heard of an out of body experience? I think I had one of those. I could see Sean push me up againt the bus we were next to and kiss me hard on the mouth, but I didn't feel it. I could see Sean then throw me to the ground, but I didn't feel it. I heard the sickening thud my head made on the ground, but I didn't feel it. I saw Jack run up, followed by Rian, Zack, and Vinny, and then finally Alex. I heard Jack scream my name and I saw him crouch over me and press his hands to the cut on my head, trying to stop the flow of crimson, but I didn't feel any of it. I heard Alex calling the police or an ambulance on his phone. I saw Zack punch Sean in the face. I saw Vinny and Rian grab him and push him against the bus when he tried to run away. I didn't feel anything at all. Then, my I was back in my own body, my line of vision filled with Jack looking into my eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and I heard, "Kay. Stay with me. Please. Don't leave me. I love you. You have to stay with me. I love you so much."
Then my eyes flooded with black and the noise stopped. I didn't hear anything except my own, labored breaths. I didn't feel anything at all.
Is this what it feels like to die? I don't want to die. I want to stay here. Please.