She's With The Band

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

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Nate's Point of View:

Tonight we're playing a sixty-minute set at this really popular music festival in Italy. All the elite top bands from around the world are going to be there tonight and it's definitely going to be electric. I'm actually so pumped.

It's kind of like a Coachella that they do in Europe and each summer it's in another country in Europe. We've played once before at the festival but we haven't been able to go the other times because of our touring schedule, so like I said before I'm actually really excited. People go crazy for the festival, dressing up in insane looks, with eccentric makeup and whatnot.

The name of the festival is called "Valleyfest"

Currently I'm walking down the hall to the studio we reserved to practice a little before the big show tonight. The festival goes all the way to 4 am but we go on at 11pm until 12am. I'm not sure who else is performing tonight, but I'm sure that we'll end up seeing some familiar faces.

It wasn't until I heard those guitar riffs, that my brows pinched up and a small smile danced on my lips.

"Just might've tapped into your mind and soul..."

"Arabella?" I called out with a confused grin as I followed the noise that was leading to one door in the dressing room.

I didn't the that the guys were going to be here yet considering I had gotten here much earlier than I probably should've. It's currently 10:24 and we don't have to be in the studio till 11:00, so I don't have any clue as to which one of the guys would be strumming the chords to Arabella over half an hour early.

"That's magic, in a cheetah print coat-"

The lyrics rang in my head even though the person who I hadn't identified yet wasn't singing. It would probably be helpful if I was able to hear the voice of said person, just so that I could better recognize whether it was Jackson, Dean, or Brendan.

"Hello?" I shook my head with a small confused smirk while turning into the room.

I awkwardly stutter stopped, my guitar case swinging in my hand and hitting against my leg, while my chest tightened when I saw... well him.

"Hey Nate." Brady replied from where he had the electric guitar sat on his lap.

In all honestly, I shouldn't really be surprised. He always happens to be everywhere that I am and each and every time I'm shocked by it. God, I just can't stand that when I'm around him I get so jittery and freaked out. I mean it's not like I'm always fucking freaked when I'm near him, I think it's more so when we're around other people, it's like as if I'm afraid he's going to say something dumb.

"What are you doing here?" I scrunched up my brows, placing my guitar on the floor.

He grinned slightly, concentrating on the guitar on his lap. "Valleyfest..." He trailed off, not looking up once.

I rolled my eyes at that. Of course I know that's why he's here, but why is he in our studio... alone?

"I know that. I meant why are you in our studio?" I asked as I knelt down and flipped my guitar case on it's side.

I unbuckled the case and in my peripheral vision watched as he looked up from his guitar, placed it to the side on the couch, and leaned forwards, elbows digging into his knees.