The Warped Tour Doctor
Chapter 1: LAX - Los Angeles, California
“Doctor, she’s been gone for over 30 minutes now… it’s time to let her go.” No, no, I can save her! She can’t die because of me!
“Flight 509 JFK to LAX is now boarding at gate 103”, echoed over the pa of the airport, waking me from my nightmare. I found my gate and waited patiently in line to board my flight, lost in my own thoughts. I don’t know what I was thinking, agreeing to this job. I just completed my fellowship at New York University in emergency medicine, but I quit right after completion of the program. I had been hiding in my loft in the city for about a month, when my mentor called with a job offer for me to become a doctor on Warped Tour. It sounded easy enough, manage all the EMTs and paramedics, take care of some dehydrated kids and maybe a few broken bones, keep all the band members healthy. I never wanted to practice medicine again after the incident, but I needed to make money. So here I was, heading off to Los Angeles for the first tour date. I boarded and sat down at my seat, falling asleep instantly to the soft music playing in my headphones.
I felt someone shaking me and I instantly jolted awake, pissed off beyond belief. Who the fu- my thought was cut off by the guy sitting next to me with a slightly embarrassed smile. He laughed a little at my murderous expression and said, “hey, I’m Austin. I didn’t mean to scare you, but we’ve landed and everyone is getting off.”
“No one’s scared here”, I mumbled while rubbing my eyes. He looked even more amused than before, and began getting his carry on bag out of the overhead bin giving me a good chance to look at him. He was cute, really cute, with tattoos covering his body. I’m a sucker for tattoos, and he looked fantastic in skinny jeans and a muscle tee. I bet he looked even better without them on.
“Did you have a carry on too..?” he trailed off, waiting for a response.
“Lily, and yeah, I do. It’s the black leather bag with patches all over it.” My carry on was one of my favorite things I owned, it used to belong to my dad when he traveled all over the country in the 80’s and he sewed on patches from all the bands he saw. Austin’s eyes lit up as he grabbed a hold of my bag.
“You’re into 80’s rock?” he questioned, his face looked almost suspicious. I nodded and his face lit up instantly and he began bombarding me with questions, “who’s your favorite? Have you seen all of these bands? What’s your favorite song?” I laughed, he was so excited, almost like a child. We walked off the plane chatting about our favorites, and the conversation kept going as we grabbed our suitcases off the baggage claim. We walked outside to wait for our cars when he unexpectedly asked, “hey, where are you heading tonight? It’s almost ten so I’m guessing you’re not going far.”
I considered if I really wanted to tell a stranger I had just met what hotel I was going to, but I wanted to see where the night would take us. “The job I’m here for is putting me up at a Hilton nearby, why don’t we meet up later and get a drink?”
He nodded, “I’d be down for a drink, I live nearby to your hotel. My cab’s here, what’s your number?” I took the phone out of his outstretched hand and plugged in my number. He gave me a cocky smile and said, “I can’t wait to see you later, Lily”. Confident, I like that. I got a text a few minutes after arriving in my hotel room, and I knew it had to be Austin.
Text Message
From: Austin
Received: 10:58pm
What time do you want me to pick you up?
Text Message
To:Austin
Sent: 10:59pm
11:30, pick a good bar!
He said he lived here, so I’m hoping he knows a good spot to drink. I’ve always been a huge party girl, even through college and med school. I loved being the life of the party, and even more importantly, I loved drinking- some would even say a little too much. My phone buzzed again, interrupting my thoughts.
Text message
From: Austin
Sent: 11:02pm
See you then (;
Hmm, it looks like he’s thinking just like I was. I only had tonight to enjoy myself before the first tour date, and no strings attached sex with a guy I’d never see again seemed like a good way to start it off right. Fuck, I only had thirty minutes to make myself drop dead sexy before Austin was picking me up. I threw my phone down onto the bed, and rushed to get ready.
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I checked my hair in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. I knew I looked good, I wore an extremely short leather dress with lace up high heeled boots with red lipstick and loosely curled hair. There was a reason all black, leather, and red lipstick were my signature look. I always looked tough; I’ve tried my whole life to cover up how weak and empty I really was. I had gotten so good at hiding it, sometimes I even believed the face I showed the world was the real one. I shook my head, as if it would shake off all my thoughts, and walked out of the elevator to the outside area of the lobby. A brand new black Mercedes honked at me, and I walked over to see Austin in the driver’s seat. He leaned over to open the door for me, and gave a low whistle as I got into the car.
“You look so damn good”, he breathed. I smiled knowingly, and shut the door. Austin sped off while stealing glances at me. The way he was staring at me was so intense, it was almost uncomfortable. Hoping to cut the tension, I pressed play to see what music he had been listening to. I was surprised when it was someone screaming, literally screaming, PUT YOUR MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK came blasting out of the speakers. I gave him a sidelong glance, “what kind of music is this exactly?” He looked surprised at my question.
“You’re not into this kind of music?”, I shook my head no. He looked even more surprised, and with skeptically raised eyebrows he asked, “you mean, you don’t know who I am?”
I turned down the dial so I could hear better, “sorry, what did you say?” He shook his head and broke out in a huge smile. He turned up the music again, put his hand on my thigh, and gave me a cocky grin while speeding down the highway.
We arrived at the bar, Fire and Ice, which was absolutely packed. I began to get in line but Austin grabbed my hand, and said, “we’re always VIPs here”. We walked to the front of the red carpet and a bouncer saw Austin and lit up, “hey Carlile, my man, where have you been? We haven’t seen you here in a few weeks!”
“Had some business in NYC. Good to see you man!” Austin looked totally in his element in the bar, and he pulled me towards the counter. “What’re we drinking tonight?” he said.
I quickly scanned the bar, “shots. Jack Daniels. Lots of shots.”
He looked at my tiny 115 pound 5’4 frame skeptically, “you sure you can handle it?”
“I can handle my alcohol, and I bet I could handle you too”, I said with a wink. His mouth dropped open a little bit, but he quickly recovered as he grabbed our shots from the bartender. We started doing shots and I had to ask, “so you’ve got a fancy car, get the VIP treatment at clubs, who exactly are you?”
Austin gave me a huge goofy grin,”I’m famous.” I busted out laughing. We only had a few shots, how drunk was he? I decided not to keep asking questions as I was starting to feel the liquor and I was feeling the music too. “Let’s dance!” I said, and we both downed a few more shots before I pulled him by the hand onto the floor.
We had been dancing for awhile now, and the DJ began player slower, sexier beats as the night was drawing to a close. The song Or Nah by The Weeknd came on, and with all the alcohol in my system, I couldn’t help myself. I pulled Austin in even closer than he already was, and grinded on him. He looked into my eyes with such an intensity, I knew he was feeling the same as I was. He leaned in to kiss me as I tangled my fingers in his hair pulling him in closer to me. He pulled back and said, “can I take you home?” I nodded, and let him take my hand to lead me out of the crowd.
As soon as Austin parked the car, we were all over each other. He fumbled with his keys trying to open the door to his house, then picked me up and carried me upstairs without breaking the kiss. He kicked the door closed, and threw me down onto his bed. Tonight was going to be a damn good time.
“Flight 509 JFK to LAX is now boarding at gate 103”, echoed over the pa of the airport, waking me from my nightmare. I found my gate and waited patiently in line to board my flight, lost in my own thoughts. I don’t know what I was thinking, agreeing to this job. I just completed my fellowship at New York University in emergency medicine, but I quit right after completion of the program. I had been hiding in my loft in the city for about a month, when my mentor called with a job offer for me to become a doctor on Warped Tour. It sounded easy enough, manage all the EMTs and paramedics, take care of some dehydrated kids and maybe a few broken bones, keep all the band members healthy. I never wanted to practice medicine again after the incident, but I needed to make money. So here I was, heading off to Los Angeles for the first tour date. I boarded and sat down at my seat, falling asleep instantly to the soft music playing in my headphones.
I felt someone shaking me and I instantly jolted awake, pissed off beyond belief. Who the fu- my thought was cut off by the guy sitting next to me with a slightly embarrassed smile. He laughed a little at my murderous expression and said, “hey, I’m Austin. I didn’t mean to scare you, but we’ve landed and everyone is getting off.”
“No one’s scared here”, I mumbled while rubbing my eyes. He looked even more amused than before, and began getting his carry on bag out of the overhead bin giving me a good chance to look at him. He was cute, really cute, with tattoos covering his body. I’m a sucker for tattoos, and he looked fantastic in skinny jeans and a muscle tee. I bet he looked even better without them on.
“Did you have a carry on too..?” he trailed off, waiting for a response.
“Lily, and yeah, I do. It’s the black leather bag with patches all over it.” My carry on was one of my favorite things I owned, it used to belong to my dad when he traveled all over the country in the 80’s and he sewed on patches from all the bands he saw. Austin’s eyes lit up as he grabbed a hold of my bag.
“You’re into 80’s rock?” he questioned, his face looked almost suspicious. I nodded and his face lit up instantly and he began bombarding me with questions, “who’s your favorite? Have you seen all of these bands? What’s your favorite song?” I laughed, he was so excited, almost like a child. We walked off the plane chatting about our favorites, and the conversation kept going as we grabbed our suitcases off the baggage claim. We walked outside to wait for our cars when he unexpectedly asked, “hey, where are you heading tonight? It’s almost ten so I’m guessing you’re not going far.”
I considered if I really wanted to tell a stranger I had just met what hotel I was going to, but I wanted to see where the night would take us. “The job I’m here for is putting me up at a Hilton nearby, why don’t we meet up later and get a drink?”
He nodded, “I’d be down for a drink, I live nearby to your hotel. My cab’s here, what’s your number?” I took the phone out of his outstretched hand and plugged in my number. He gave me a cocky smile and said, “I can’t wait to see you later, Lily”. Confident, I like that. I got a text a few minutes after arriving in my hotel room, and I knew it had to be Austin.
Text Message
From: Austin
Received: 10:58pm
What time do you want me to pick you up?
Text Message
To:Austin
Sent: 10:59pm
11:30, pick a good bar!
He said he lived here, so I’m hoping he knows a good spot to drink. I’ve always been a huge party girl, even through college and med school. I loved being the life of the party, and even more importantly, I loved drinking- some would even say a little too much. My phone buzzed again, interrupting my thoughts.
Text message
From: Austin
Sent: 11:02pm
See you then (;
Hmm, it looks like he’s thinking just like I was. I only had tonight to enjoy myself before the first tour date, and no strings attached sex with a guy I’d never see again seemed like a good way to start it off right. Fuck, I only had thirty minutes to make myself drop dead sexy before Austin was picking me up. I threw my phone down onto the bed, and rushed to get ready.
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I checked my hair in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. I knew I looked good, I wore an extremely short leather dress with lace up high heeled boots with red lipstick and loosely curled hair. There was a reason all black, leather, and red lipstick were my signature look. I always looked tough; I’ve tried my whole life to cover up how weak and empty I really was. I had gotten so good at hiding it, sometimes I even believed the face I showed the world was the real one. I shook my head, as if it would shake off all my thoughts, and walked out of the elevator to the outside area of the lobby. A brand new black Mercedes honked at me, and I walked over to see Austin in the driver’s seat. He leaned over to open the door for me, and gave a low whistle as I got into the car.
“You look so damn good”, he breathed. I smiled knowingly, and shut the door. Austin sped off while stealing glances at me. The way he was staring at me was so intense, it was almost uncomfortable. Hoping to cut the tension, I pressed play to see what music he had been listening to. I was surprised when it was someone screaming, literally screaming, PUT YOUR MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK came blasting out of the speakers. I gave him a sidelong glance, “what kind of music is this exactly?” He looked surprised at my question.
“You’re not into this kind of music?”, I shook my head no. He looked even more surprised, and with skeptically raised eyebrows he asked, “you mean, you don’t know who I am?”
I turned down the dial so I could hear better, “sorry, what did you say?” He shook his head and broke out in a huge smile. He turned up the music again, put his hand on my thigh, and gave me a cocky grin while speeding down the highway.
We arrived at the bar, Fire and Ice, which was absolutely packed. I began to get in line but Austin grabbed my hand, and said, “we’re always VIPs here”. We walked to the front of the red carpet and a bouncer saw Austin and lit up, “hey Carlile, my man, where have you been? We haven’t seen you here in a few weeks!”
“Had some business in NYC. Good to see you man!” Austin looked totally in his element in the bar, and he pulled me towards the counter. “What’re we drinking tonight?” he said.
I quickly scanned the bar, “shots. Jack Daniels. Lots of shots.”
He looked at my tiny 115 pound 5’4 frame skeptically, “you sure you can handle it?”
“I can handle my alcohol, and I bet I could handle you too”, I said with a wink. His mouth dropped open a little bit, but he quickly recovered as he grabbed our shots from the bartender. We started doing shots and I had to ask, “so you’ve got a fancy car, get the VIP treatment at clubs, who exactly are you?”
Austin gave me a huge goofy grin,”I’m famous.” I busted out laughing. We only had a few shots, how drunk was he? I decided not to keep asking questions as I was starting to feel the liquor and I was feeling the music too. “Let’s dance!” I said, and we both downed a few more shots before I pulled him by the hand onto the floor.
We had been dancing for awhile now, and the DJ began player slower, sexier beats as the night was drawing to a close. The song Or Nah by The Weeknd came on, and with all the alcohol in my system, I couldn’t help myself. I pulled Austin in even closer than he already was, and grinded on him. He looked into my eyes with such an intensity, I knew he was feeling the same as I was. He leaned in to kiss me as I tangled my fingers in his hair pulling him in closer to me. He pulled back and said, “can I take you home?” I nodded, and let him take my hand to lead me out of the crowd.
As soon as Austin parked the car, we were all over each other. He fumbled with his keys trying to open the door to his house, then picked me up and carried me upstairs without breaking the kiss. He kicked the door closed, and threw me down onto his bed. Tonight was going to be a damn good time.
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