Luke's POV
beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as i strummed mercilessly on the strings of the guitar. "thank you L.A! have a good night!" my bandmate, Ashton shouted into the microphone as our set ended. I threw the last chord out into the crowd, screaming out the last note. I spread my arms out wide, like wings as I drowned in the applause of the thousands of screaming fans. this was by far the best feeling in the world, to know that this many people enjoy your music, this many people care about you. the atmosphere was electric and the L.A shows were definitely my favourite. the crowd's responses and reactions to my performance was insane and the fans here definitely brought the banners and the posters up to a whole new level.
we all dropped our instruments and gathered in the middle of the stage, wrapping our arms round each other's waists, ready to take our bows. "thank you for coming, we love you, goodnight!" I smiled into the mic. it was true. we really did love our fans. no matter who they are or where they're from, we love them all unconditionally.
we all dismounted the stage, patting each others backs and congratulating each other on our performances. tonight was a great night and we had all worked really hard so we thought we'd go out for a spot of clubbing.
me and mike decided to go and freshen up backstage because there was only one shower back at the hotel and not enough time for all four of us to go in. I showered fairly slowly as my muscles were aching from tonight's show and I wanted to try and loosen the knots in my back so I turned the water on full pressure.
for my outfit, i settled on a blue button up and, of course, black skinny jeans with all black converse. i wasn't really in the mood for going out, I would rather have spent the evening chilling out and watching movies but that's not what the band wanted is to do so I guess I could stretch to a few drinks...
Marnie's POV
"hey, Marns? you ready yet?" Kelle called from her bedroom. "almost! could you bring in the hairspray? my face needs it, this cheap shit comes off quicker than you can down a glass of scotch and coke!" she chuckled, walking in with a can of firm-hold hairspray in one hand with two pairs of heels in the other. "cheers," I took the hairspray from her. I was wearing crazy amounts of makeup, I hated the way I looked without it and going on a night out gave an excuse to wear more of it so I took this opportunity to waste half a bottle of the drug store's cheapest, most tackiest foundation.
Kelle was my best friend. we clicked the moment we met. I had just transferred schools from England and she sat behind me in French. every now and again she would pass a note to me about why I hadn't offered her to come round for afternoon tea yet and I would pass one back asking her why she wasn't clinically obese from the amount of burgers she ate. we shared the same sense of humour and the same hatred of French so over that, we bonded and have been inseparable since.
my calves burned from the strain of the black heels on my feet but they were almost numb from the amount of alcohol I had already consumed that night.
I was drunkly dancing and grinding with a ton of people I'd never met before but then my eyes caught onto someone else's and I sobered up a bit.
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A/N: hi guys!! my first proper fic starting here :D I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've already written the next few so they should be up soon :)
~mimi xo
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