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Don't Let Go

Four.

Every band was here and accounted for, there were so many I thought I was going to die. The band and I had already made nicey-nice with Bring Me the Horizon and Of Mice & Men, I was looking forward to sharing the stage with Courage My Love and We Are The In Crowd. Falling in Reverse came by and I think the drummer—Ryan, I think that’s his name—came over to wish us luck, which, not going to lie, I totally fan-girled over.
We were over by the Kevin Says stage, which is where we were playing, when Alan, the ginger from Of Mice & Men, decided to come over.
“Hey, Autumn!” He flashed a smile at me, while I was trying to evaluate how tomorrow was going to play out.
“Hey there, ginger princess. How’s the soul stealing coming along?” I grabbed my bass and packed it up.
He laughed, I made him laugh. “Funny,” he took off his sunglasses and hopped onto the stage, sitting on the edge of it. I plopped down right next to him, swinging my legs back and forth. “So, you excited for tomorrow?”
I was stoked, but also completely terrified. I was freaked out by the thought of no one showing up to watch us kick ass on stage. “Totally,” I bit my lip. I didn’t realize my whole band left the stage. We were completely alone.
“What time do you go up?” His legs were swinging in sync with mine, but his eyes watched me the whole time.
“Seven, we’re on after WATIC.” I looked at the schedule posted this morning. It was WATIC, us, and then Courage My Love was the last to play at 8:30.
“I go on at five,” he locked my pinky with his. “I’ll come see your set if you come see mine?”
I nodded, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and hopped off the stage, leaving me to my thoughts.
“Holy… shit.” I held my cheek in my hand. Did that seriously just happen?

“Jade! Bram! Marshall, someone!” Okay, I was freaking out; I didn’t know what just happened, or whatever. Alan Ashby, the Alan Ashby, kissed me. Well, he kissed my cheek, but that still counts!
“What in the living fuck is it, dude?” Jade came out from behind the stage, with some major sex-head. I raised my eyebrow at her, giving her my I-know-but-I-don’t-want-to-know look. Her face turned redder than a tomato.
“Ashby kissed me and he’s coming to see our set tonight!” Jade and I both started screaming, and the guys just rolled their eyes and walked away.
“No fucking way! Dude he’s hawt.” She pretended to fan herself as we continued jumping in circles.
I ended up tripping on one of the thousands of wires we had on the stage and fell over, Jade falling on top of me. We were laughing like idiots, and didn’t even care. “You weigh a shit ton.”
“How much, exactly, is a shit ton?”
“More than a fuck load.”
“Roger,” we laughed again, this time even louder. This was exactly why we were best friends. “So, are you going to go see his set?”
“Of course, I’ve only loved Of Mice & Men since Shayley was in the band.” I smiled, I loved Aaron more than Shay, but mostly because Aaron was the nicest and sweetest person on the planet.
“Then we just have one more thing to do,” Jade had her evil genius look in her eyes; she had a plan.
“What?”
“Figure out what the hell you’re wearing!”
We got up and she dragged me back to our van and started tearing apart my suitcase.