Linkin Park blasted through my headphones as we all went through our self preparation methods before we performed. This was the first Warped Tour for our band; Price Of Treason. I was the only girl and drummer, Chase was the unclean vocalist, Denny was the bassist, and Ned was the clean vocalist and guitarist. We formed half way through college and soon we were signed to a record deal.

“POT, 2 minutes!” Levi, our tour manager, called. My hands absentmindedly tapped a random beat on my lap. Even though this was our third day, we were still nervous as fuck.

“Nelly, c’mon.” Chase said as the crowd began to abrupt with chants. Nodding, I stood up and took the drumsticks from my tech.

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“Fucking hell, Lauderdale! Any of you guys wanna’ rock your way down to our tent, then do ‘cause we’ll be there! Thank you, Jesus Christ!” Chase announced into the mic as we all clambered off the stage, chucking picks and sticks to the crowd.

“Guys, hurry! Shower than hit the tent.” Levi rambled, ushering us towards the bus.

“Calm your man tits, sheesh.” Benny retorted, earning an eye roll from Levi. We shared a double-decker bus with the ADTR guys. They weren’t as bad as previous bands, but being the only female was still a struggle. It probably explains why Tay Jardine and I are such good friends.

After we all managed to shower and change attire, Levi escorted us to our tent where about 60 kids were lined up. The smiles on their faces, and tears in their eyes really made this job worthwhile. To have created something that saves lives, it has such a big sense of self-accomplishment. Taking our seats next to the Sharpie covered table, the first teen made their way. As the only female in a four person band, you have probably figured I’m proclaimed as a whore. It’s pathetic really. These girls flirt with the guys, not actually giving a shit that they are in relationships or about the music. It’s infuriating to say the least.

“Oh my God, you’re Nelly Stewart! Hi, oh my God!” One girl chirped, jumping up and down as her brunette eyes filled tears.

“Hi, what’s your name, beautiful?”

“Uh, Ca-Cassie. Holy shit. Um, c-can you sign this?”

“Course,” Signing the poster she slid across the table, I replied, “Want a picture too?”

“Yes! I mean, uhm, yes please.” Chuckling at her nervousness, I took the phone from her and opened the front camera. Just as we both posed, me with a peace sign, Denny photo-bombed it. Cassie squealed with delight and excitement before thanking me and leaving. Looking around, I noticed 3 girls around 16 trying to feel up Chase. To be honest, it was fucking hilarious. After Levi told them to move along, they started to flirt with Denny. Denny’s face only showed 2 emotions; disgust and uncomfortableness. He may be single, but he was gay so women weren’t really his type. Next was me, and to my dismay, they passed me a letter and strutted off.

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After about an hour, there were only 3 people left in the line, thankfully. Don’t get me wrong, I love our fans but your hands start to ache when you’ve been writing your signature over and over again.

“OMG Nelly Stewart! I’m your biggest fan! Can you sign my nipple?!” Looking up, I came upon a lanky, tattooed man. Austin fucking Carlile. Kids were laughing and capturing his stupidity as he jumped around and screamed.

“Hey, bitch, calm down.”

“How can I?! You’re my idol! Now, sign my chest.” He demanded, pulling his muscle tank up.

“Fine,” I mumbled, leaning over the table. He grinned from ear to ear as I scribbled on his skin. Idiot has no idea what I’m writing.

“Okay, I’m done. Now, scat.”

“Nuh-uh,” He protested with a pout, “I want a piggy back ride!” Sighing, I got up and walked around the table. This was usual for us, him being all immature and me going along with it. It’s been like this for years. Jumping on my back, I stumbled a bit under his weight before steadying myself.

“Fuck, did you gain weight?”

“Hey! You don’t speak to your biggest fan like that!” Before I could reply with a sassy comeback, my knees gave in causing Austin to fall off. As I was about to get up, Austin decided to jump on me and shout pile on!. God damn rockstars and their stupid weight.

“Nel, get up! ADTR’s throwing a party so clean up your shit!” Ned yelled as everyone clambered off me.

“Because I’m the one leaving condom wrappers around!”

“Shut up!”

Notes

HI, sorry for a crappy first chapter. Let's just say this is the *sings* start of something new! Okay, yeah, it's kinda' short but fuck it.
- Hen.