“N-Nel?”

“Hey, what can I do for you?”

“I drew this for you. I hope you like it,” Grinning, I took the card from the boy, and stared at it’s detail and magnificence.

“Fudge, this is amazing. Holy crap, thank you!” He giggled as I pulled him into a hug and squeezed slightly. “Is there anything you want me to sign? Do you want a picture?”

The boy chuckled. God, these kids were adorable. “Could I get a picture, if it’s okay with you?”

“It’s the least I could do, sheesh!” His friend, I’m presuming, snapped a photo on his phone and handed it back. “Ya’know what? Tweet me the picture, you’re too cute for me to forget.”

A squeal came from the boy as he thanked me once again before moving onto Denny. It was a drawing of Ned and I, when we did the acoustic performance of Despair & Doubt. But, fuck, was this dude talented.

“Hey,” I spoke as a bundle of teenage girls approached me. I had a feeling about girls in groups at stuff like this. I mean, those girls who last gave me the letter were psychotic fangirls. Who in their right minds gives someone a letter full of threats? No one. Well, no one not deranged.

“How many of the guys have you slept with?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard her,” The small girl on the right chimed in, backing up her friend.

“If you have nothing you want me to sign, then I have to ask you to move on.” The red haired one scoffed and eyed me, as if she was looking for faults.

“Have you fucked Austin Carlile?”

“Okay,” I said, leaning over the table slightly, “Let, me ask you something. What made you jump to that conclusion?”

“You’re always hanging with him and the guys; just leave them alone.”

“Look, sweetie, I’m pretty sure you have no authority to say who I shouldn’t hang out with so, if I were you, I’d go run along. Don’t want to cause any drama now, do we?” They all swivelled around on their ridiculous high heels, flipping their hair as they faded into the crowd.

“Nel!”

“WHAT?!” Denny screamed, jumping up from his seat.

“I said Nel, dipshit. Anywho, Tino sprained his hand and Austin specifically asked for you to play.”

“WHAT?!” He once again screamed. Chase chuckled and happy-slapped him before they started brawling like brothers.

“If you want to do it, then hurry! God sakes, Nel.” Levi sighed. Sometimes I feel sorry for him, having to put up with us and all.

“Wait, what time are they on?”

“1:00, which is now, so hurry.” Before I could even fully answer, Levi was already dragging me by the arm to KIA stage where the OM&M guys were preparing. Alan was the first to notice the stressed Levi and I, soon followed by a grinning Phil. His smile must’ve been contagious ‘cause I’m pretty sure it made Levi smile a weeny, little bit.

“Nel, we’re on in 2 minutes! Tino’s tech’s over there.” He pointed in the direction of Lionel. Knowing there was barely anytime left; I rushed over to him and listened as he mentioned something about the line-up of songs.

“Nel! You, Rian, Mike, and Gabe have an interview after this. Meet at PTV’s bus, OK?”

Nodding, I watched from a far as Tino joined his band on doing their ritual. Just as the guitarist mad their way on the stage, Alex Gaskarth peeped up behind me and snuck off my Glamour Kills beanie.

“You’re such a douche canoe, Gaskarth.”

He laughed and placed it over his fluffy hair. “I know.”

“Because Tino has a hand injury, I got Nel from Price of Treason to be his substitute. You guys don’t mind, do you?” Austin bellowed over the crowd’s screams. Laughing, I ran up to the drum set as Phil started the intro for Let Live.

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“Nel’s as tough as nails; you should’ve seen that one time some guy tried to chat her up.” Rian chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. I rolled my eyes as he did. The four idiots I had an interview were now changing the topic completely.

“That was the funniest thing ever, holy shit. So the guy then said, it must be your time of the month, and Nel went on this huge feminist rant. He literally shat himself so bad.” I punched Mike in the forearm, as he finished his part of the story. Thankfully, he left the rest out.

“The next bit was the best, though. Okay, so, this guy’s long gone when some other guy comes up. By now, she’s drunk off her ass but Nel’s this really weird intelligent drunk. I think it was Ben Bruce who said something stupid and she just went mental on him.” My cheeks went from a tinted pink to full on tomato red. To be honest, I couldn’t even remember much after the thing with Ben. It’s fair to say that that was the only time I’d ever been that drunk.

“That must’ve been a fun night,” The interviewer grinned, looking at the cards she was holding. The interview was meant to be about our drumming, but I guess now it just turned into embarrassing intoxicated memory telling.

“Okay, so, next question. This was a question from a fan, how do you think each of you will die?”

Notes

BOOM. NEW CHAPTER. this one's kinda' a filler so, yeah. I always feel like I barely ever update, so I'm sorry if I disappear. :)
Nel's performing outfit.