The alarm clock woke me up at 4:00 in the morning. Our flight to LA was at 6 A.M. Brian and joseph came into my room only to lay down. Brian laid at the foot of the bed, where my feet were as Joseph laid on the bed next to us.
Brian sighed while rubbing his head "mkay, time to get up"
I sat up in bed with my hair in my face and a few strands in my mouth. Both of them were pissed off in the morning but for some really weird reason I never really felt mad nor irritated, I was actually more hyper and loud in the morning.
"yaaaaaaayyyyyy, We get to go on a plane to LA" I said dull with a grasp voice
"shut up" Joseph said. He was still trying to fall asleep.
I got out of the bed and opened the curtain, but it placed no distinction in the room with the world outside still being pitch black night with only a few lights from the hotel by the main entrance. I felt the window, it was freezing. I rubbed my eyes while turning around to the boys.
"it's fucking freezing"
Brian was on his phone laying in my spot
"it's 40 degrees outside."
"okay i'm getting in the shower" I told them.
I grabbed my clothes from my black suitcase next to the bed. I got a pair of pants, black underwear and bra, and my Circa Survive band shirt. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. My long black hair tangled and curly. I always hated my curly hair, I always hated everything about myself, but people always loved everything about me, including my hair. I guess you're your own worst enemy.
I took off my sweater and black pajama shorts off, then I looked at the mirror again. I had a flower of life on my ribs, on the right of my ribs I had the words "will you take me out of my head" in cursive, a garter tattoo on my left leg, on my right palm a pair of scissors and on my left hand a henna tattoo. No one really knew of my tattoos except for my bandmates, close friends, a couple one night stands, and family. I never wear shorts outside so no one saw my legs, and I hated my body so I never showed it off with a bikini or a side slit shirt, which means no one saw my upper body. They were all in black ink due to my skin being tan. I walked over to the shower and put my hand, it was warm. I got in and started to rub my skin with the body wash that was provided my the hotel. I used my black painted nails to scrub my hair and was it really good.
Do you ever stand in the shower and think about things? Memories, childhood flashbacks, decisions. It feels good huh? Well it's not for me. I hate when I do this. I remember how much I was bullied. For my weight, for my appearance, the way I think and act. I remember not having one friend. Roaming around the school during recess and lunch in my ugly school uniform and horribly combed hair during elementary so no one would have to see me and say anything negative to me. I couldn't handle it. and that's when the real flashbacks started to happen, the bad ones, the scary ones, the ones I scare myself with to even think I was sick like this. The one where I use——
The door bangs. It's Joseph.
"yo, you've been in there a while are you okay"
I've spent almost 35 minutes in the shower.
"ya, I -uh- I'm fine"
I turn the knob off and grab the towel next to me and wrap myself in it. I dry off and put my clothes on then take the towel and wrap my hair into it. I open the door and the cold air of the room hits my face. The steam is let out of the bathroom. I look around the room and see that the boys are all dressed and just have to fix their hair. Brian grabs my hair spray and puts a messy look in his hair, which due the fact he just woke up, he already achieved that. Joseph uses a little bit of gel to slick his hair back just a little bit. I grab my makeup bag and do my makeup or as I like to say "I put my mask on" cause isn't make up a mask. I mean we use a mask to cover up our face, then we use make up to cover up our face's flaws, either way we technically are covering the real us. After I'm finished I look at the clock. It's 4:50. We have almost an hour to get to the air port. it takes 30 minutes and we still have to pick our friend Skylar so she can take the car back to this shitty dealership we got it from.
We got Skylar.
She ran out in jean shorts, a red tank top, and a grey hoodie. she was pale and short. maybe 5'3, but definitely not tall as me I was 5'7 . She had piercings where her dimples were and had red hair.
"hey you guys, long time no see" she said
she started the van and headed to the air port. My bandmates talked and laughed with Skylar while I was reading and had my headphones in.
Surround you - Echosmith was playing.
We finally arrive and with 10 minutes to spare we rushed through air port security and got on the plane.
Once we landed in LAX we got a cab to our house we shared. It was paid through our label since Joseph just turned 18 in April and Brian is going to be 20 in July. i'm only 18. My birthday is on October 19. Although I don't tell people when my birthday is since I hate being reminded i'm one year closer to death and that I get really fucking irritated and annoyed with obnoxious people screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY in my face every god damn second.
Once we settled everything in we headed to our Label's HQ.
We arrived to our Label. it was a huge 10 story building. Each story held an office. It was a really fancy place with a lobby that had a pretty sectarian.
she had nice hair that was wrapped in a bun with these glasses that made her look really seductive. she got up from her desk that read DIVERSE RECORDS above it. She walked over to us. she was wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button up blouse. She was amazingly hot. Yes, I know you may think that is weird for a chick to say but i'm Bi-sexual, so I guess it's okay heh.
"Roman is ready to see you now"
All three of us got up and made way to the elevator. once we got to the 8th floor we are exposed to a short hallway that curves around the corner. We found a door that said Roman on a little metal tag next to it. Okay since you don't know, Roman is our manager who signed us to Diverse Records, he is the most amazing guy you'll ever meet. He gave us a chance so what's not nice about him. We didn't know what he wanted so we suspected the predictable like, you guys need to come out with a second record, or you're going on tour again for another 6 months, oh and you need your own transportation
"Hay guys, take a seat" he told us three
we sat down near him at this oval long table surrounded by black office chairs.
"Hi, so what'd you need?" I asked
"let me guess second album?' joseph said
"naw he probably missed us to much, it's okay baby, we're here" Brian joked
I laughed at Brian's joke but Roman looked irritated and serious. He is never like this. He's always laughing and joking around with us.
"you guys stop, I just got word in today.. You're being dropped"
"what" I said shocked
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Teen FictionShe's numb to emotions. She doesn't show how weak she is. She doesn't show how badly she hurts, how easily she gets jealous, and especially how much she loves someone.
