An Alan Ashby Fanfiction

I was going to fucking kill Jared, a guy who thought just because he was my superior/kind of my boss at work. I threw my iPhone on my bed and screamed into my hands. Why? Why fucking ring me at 11:30pm, the night before Warped Tour, and tell me you can’t manage Of Mice And Men for Warped Tour anymore because you don’t feel like going anymore? I throw my suitcase to the ground and rush to pack all my clothes, toiletries, cosmetics, etcetera for Warped Tour before Jared emails me Of Mice And Men’s timetable for Warped. Jared had always been tougher on me more than the other tour managers, we both know that it’s because I have rejected him so many times but he likes to tell others it is because of an incident that happened years ago; I dated a band member and Jared didn’t like it because I didn’t choose him.
After packing and still no email from Jared, I went into my bathroom to have a shower. It was now 2am and the Of Mice And Men Warped Tour bus leaves in six hours and I sure as hell wasn’t going to smell like a homeless person when meeting the band. Although I had already met Of Mice And Men, and all the guys were lovely to me, I had never managed them before and to manage a band on tour takes a lot of organization and time and preparation and oh my god I can’t do it, what if I fail? What if I make Of Mice And Men a laughing stock? My paranoia was creeping up on me and I leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water shower over me. I steadied my breathing and managed to calm myself down in fifteen minutes. I stepped out the shower and began to dry my vibrant blood red hair. I stared at the gorgeous girl in the reflection; she looked exhausted. The purple bags under her eyes were definitely noticeable as well as the panic in her eyes. I thanked God for concealer at that very moment. I had never needed make-up, my skin has always been flawless and my eyes were a perfect shape for my face with thick lashes and green eyes. I had a nose which everyone called adorable. I certainly didn’t look 22.
Once my hair was dried, I finally heard a ‘Ding!’ from my laptop, Jared finally emailed me everything. Great. It was only 3:30 in the fucking morning. As I kissed any form of sleep goodbye, I slid on my big framed ‘hipster’ glasses (as my family likes to call them) and got to work reading every part of information and memorizing Of Mice And Men’s timetable.

Notes

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