legends never die || josh kiszka

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Lorelei

One week. Seven days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds.

That's how much time is left until we reach Philadelphia.

After the last couple days at the cabin lounging around and having sex (many, many more times than one) with Josh, Sammy and I had practically become inseparable. He was my go-to when I was worried, or scared, or just needed someone to talk to. He had opened up to me too, somewhat, about being the youngest sibling in his wild family and how he felt becoming famous at such a young age. Anastasia didn't seem to mind, and neither did Josh, although they didn't really realize much because they had absolutely no idea what was going on.

The ten hour drive to New York wasn't as difficult as I thought it as going to be - we were all tired, so most of us slept for a little over half the ride. After, we played some board games that we'd taken from the cabin and played those.

The entire time, Josh hadn't left my side. I was beginning to wonder if he'd noticed the fact that Sam and I were attached at the hip or if he was just being clingier than a wet t-shirt on this particular day. I assumed it's the former. He's not usually clingy. I mean, he's very attentive, but not clingy. Not this clingy.

We arrived in New York yesterday and today we went sightseeing before the show. Sam took a lot of photos, especially of the local treasures he'd find hidden on street corners or in the subway instead of the few national monuments and markers that were very apparent.

This week, we play at Madison Square Garden, one of the biggest shows of our entire career. The bad thing is, we can't share it with each other.

The president of New York Fashion Week had gotten ahold of Keagan to ask if we would be part of fashion week - tonight. It was a very late notice, but one of their models had gotten sick with the flu and asked if we would walk together, step in for her. My eyes practically bulged out of my head.

So, we had to split up the show. Originally, we had the show tonight and an interview set up for Thursday night, but since we accepted the invite to the fashion show, Greta Van Fleet will have their own show at Madison square Garden tonight while we're at the fashion show and Anastasia and I will have our own show Thursday while the guys take the interview.

Whew.

But, it's a good reminder that this is business. Our purpose on this tour is business. Sometimes we forget that because of the bind we've

Modeling is something I had never tried. I didn't think it was my thing. Now that i'm standing here in a gold sequined jumpsuit, hair curled to the nines and makeup caked on so heavily i've gained ten pounds, I think I've changed my mind.

I wanted to be together, with the guys, for this special moment in our lives, but I guess that's just not in the cards for us. At least we'd be getting our own concerts, after all. The tickets that the fans bought will now be valid for both nights. I guess we'll see how this plays out.

It was eight in the evening - we were set to go on in five minutes and the guys had been performing for an hour already. It was weird, being without them after being stuck with each other for so long.

I'm going to die without them when the tour is over.

Anastasia walked by my side as we approached our spots backstage. Models of every gender surrounding us in a crowd of millions, if not billions, of dollars worth of designer clothing - now that's a sea i'll drown in. As we approached the 'X' marked on the floor, I smoothed out my jumpsuit, the legs reaching my ankles and the glittery gold open-toed heels flashed by - you guessed it - gold painted toes. Can you guess what the theme is for tonight?