This was it. We made it to the first stop on a world tour opening for one of the biggest bands in the scene, All Time Low. I had mixed feelings over this tour, but I was eager to go places I haven't had the chance to until being linked up with the four guys from Baltimore. It's a nice change compared to our hometown.

As the opening band, we got to rehearse first. This meant that the other bands on the tour get a chance to watch us go over our setlist and get everything ironed out nice and straight for the tour, which starts in two weeks.

As I tuned my guitar, since we didn't have any fancy techs for guitar and just a drum tech, me and the lead guitarist, Jake, had to do everything ourselves. Hopefully we'd be able to hire a guitar tech after this tour. We needed one badly. Even our bassist, Frank, felt the need for a tech.

As for sound, we just used the sound guys from All Time Low's crew along with their lights guy. This made the stage setup easier on us. We knew nothing about setting up lights and we didn't have much of a crew.

Once I had my guitar ready to go, our drummer, Max, counted us in to start going through our songs. One by one, we rehearsed our setlist. I looked up from my guitar to find Alex, Jack, and Rian from All Time Low watching us rehearse from the house area. Jack and Rian were smiling and getting into us, but Alex wasn't really sold on us.

When we finished our first three songs, he came over to the stage. I groaned and rolled my eyes. He was coming over to make comments that I knew weren't going to be good. Alex and I are close in age. He's twenty-six and I'm twenty-three. He is also an influence to me since I listened to his band and I liked his lyrics. He had a way with words that I wish my writing had.

"You guys have a lot of work to do so you're ready for the tour," he complained, "Work on keeping your timing. Don't try to change your music too much. Let be natural. You're not here to try to change your sound."

"If we wanted your opinion we would have asked," I complained back at him, "Let us do our own thing and you can do yours. Lost at Sea isn't like All Time Low. Now go sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up."

"Way to go Emmy," Jake cheered as Alex stomped off. I smirked and went back to rehearsing the rest of our set.

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The bands all got invited to a party at the All Time Low camp. I dressed fairly descent, not going to far out of the way of how I normally dress. I rocked a Blink-182 shirt, a matching flannel, my trusty pair of black skinny jeans, and my favorite high top skate sneakers. I let my cotton candy pink hair in some soft curls and kept my makeup muted.

I was enjoying a cocktail I made in advance of Rum Chata and pinnacle cake vodka. I kept it in a flask that never left my side. I was enjoying the buzz I was getting until Gaskarth came over to me. He looked like he was already drunk as he enjoyed some whiskey on the rocks.

"So the ice queen decided to show up," Alex slurred.

"Back off," I warned him, "You're wasted and I'm not afraid to punch you in the face."

"You wouldn't even try to hit me," he challenged.

"Oh really," I looked at him, rolled my eyes, and started to walk away. I turned around instantly, and I swung a jab at his jaw. It wasn't enough to bust his jaw or anything, it was just enough to knock him on his ass.

"Damn," Jack came over once he saw Alex had been knocked over by me, "Maybe he'll learn to respect you during the tour."

"Doubt it," I scoffed before getting lost in the crowd. This tour was going to be a fun adventure. Oh I can't wait for it to be over.

Notes

I'm in need of inspiration. So I'm clearing my head of clutter. Enjoy this ball of angst and fluff and whatnot.