Dracula's Secret

13

A/n: I'm kinda new to the scene, so I've never been to Warped. This whole chapter takes place there, so I'm just going off of what I've learned. Bare with me.

Ricky's POV: (Warped Tour in 2016, four years prior to when this story takes place)

You know what? It's 97 degrees outside right now. And for someone that has long BLACK hair and a lot of layers of BLACK clothes and heavy white and BLACK makeup, it feels like a thousand. Remind me again why I thought that this style was a great idea?

Either way, it was really hot. I could tell based off of the way that people were buying water bottles and dumping the entire bottle over their heads.

And those people weren't even performing!

There was some kid standing against the side of a tour bus, no idea how he was doing that without setting his clothes on fire, smoking something. He was alone, and I wondered if he'd wandered off to where he wasn't supposed to be.

I approached him, ready to find some fan, but was surprised when he greeted me as his equal. "What's up?"

"Are you supposed to be here?" I replied.

"Pretty sure. I mean, this is my bus." He spread his arms out in presentation.

"To what band?"

"Palaye Royale."

I eyed what he was smoking. "What is that?"

"Weed. Want a drag?" He held it out in my direction. I shook my head. "Your loss," He concluded.

"HEY!" Someone called out to us. Their voice sounded female. "RICKY!" She called.

"Your name's Ricky?"

I nodded. "Ricky Olson."

"I'm Remington. Remington Leith."

The girl that was calling me finally caught up to us. She was wearing a tee-shirt that looked like she'd cut the sleeves off of herself, and was also covered in sweat. I would also usually be revolted by her smell, but seeing as how I probably wasn't exactly a bouquet of flowers myself, I was unbothered. "Are you busy later?" She asked, twirling her hair. I tried not to gag. I mean, it's not her....okay maybe it is. She's really not my type.

"I'm extremely busy later," I told her as fake-honestly as I possibly could.

"That's a shame. I caught your set. It was really good."

I wanted to say thank you, but couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I only nodded. "I've actually gotta go now." I started to walk away. The girl looked at me strangely. Was she catching my bluff? It doesn't matter though. She's probably underage anyways.

Later that day, I was sharing a round of drinks with the rest of the band in celebration for surviving this crazy heat. Air conditioning was a gift sent down from the heavens today. And of course, tomorrow was going to be just as warm. Why can't we tour in Antarctica or something? Play to all of those penguins. I'm sure that they don't hear enough metal music down there. It's not exactly a fact that scientists enjoy metal music.

But alas, our penguin fan base isn't strong enough to get us down there.

While I was in the middle of thinking about goth and emo penguins, there was a knock on the door of our bus. We didn't have any scheduled interviews at the moment, so I wondered who it could possibly be. Our tour manager, being our soul protector and all of that stuff, went out to see who it was. The voice sounded familiar, that girl from earlier. What the fuck is she doing here?

The tour manager got her away from us, but I was concerned. What the fuck is she doing here? Why is she here? What does she want from me?