"Hey guys, I'm here with the band Reckless Escapade. How are you all today?" Bryan Stars awkwardly and quietly asked the four of us.
"Good," we all chimed in at the same time, staring at each other with wide eyes at our moment of unison. "We really need to stop doing that," I shook my head with shame.
Bryan laughed before shifting to look at us, "So what are your names and where are you from?" He pointed at each of us, cueing for us to identify ourselves. We went by order of where we were sitting, starting with Chloe and ending with Emmy. "And we're all from Baltimore," I added as we were done letting him know who we were.
"Very nice. Now what would you describe your music as? The news just got out a couple of weeks ago that you'd be on this tour and not many people have gotten the chance to hear you yet." I glanced at my bandmates to see if they wanted to answer, and when they didn't I shrugged, "Pop punk I guess. Our influences are bands like Fall Out Boy, Blink 182, Green Day, so I we kind of just based our sound off of them." Emmy, Chloe, and Rosalie nodded in agreement.
"What role do you all play in the band?" He asked. Chloe raised her hand, "I'm the guitarist." I pulled my legs up onto the couch, sitting criss cross, "I sing." "Bass," Rosalie said, throwing up the rock and roll sign with her hand. "And I play drums," Emmy shouted unnecessarily. Our heads all shot towards her and she looked at us questioningly, "What? I never get to talk on stage like the rest of you so I might as well be heard now." I laughed at her comment and high fived her over Rosalie's head.
"Must be difficult being behind those drums all the time," Bryan stated. Emmy threw her hands in the air triumphantly "Yes! Good to know someone understands."
"Does your butt ever go numb?" He asked.
"Psh, wouldn't you like to know. Pervert," I scoffed playfully.
"Ignore her," Emmy said to Bryan, "and yes, I tend to lose all feeling to my ass during a show or practice. This one time I--"
"No one wants to hear about your butt Em," Chloe cut her off before she could go any further. She looked at her disapprovingly as she crossed her arms over her chest, sticking her nose up in the air, "I bet everyone would love to discuss my butt."
I pointed my finger up, "I know I would."
Emmy leaped up and sat on my lap, "See this is why Sally's my whore." Bryan looked almost uncomfortable as she said this but I chuckled and turned my head toward him, "We're not gay, just close. And Emerald I said I wanted to talk about your butt, not have your butt on top of me."
I wriggled underneath of her as I tried to push her off, but it was no use. Emmy tossed her hair dramatically, "You know you're enjoying this," she gestured to our current position with her hands.
"Okay can we talk about something besides butts and whores?" Rosalie begged. "That's a good idea," Bryan fumbled with the papers in his hand, skimming through what I assumed was questions for us until he found one he liked. "Who's your girl crush?"
"Tay Jardine!" I replied within an instant, "or Cassadee Pope, they'll be my lesbian lovers one day."
"I have to agree with Sal on that one. But I also have an unhealthy obsession with Jenna McDougall," Emma hummed in content and nodded to herself, indicating she was thinking of her.
"I'm in love with Emma Stone," Rosalie admitted shamelessly.
"I'd go down on Hayley Williams," Chloe concluded. The room was filled with snickers as the interview went on. We discussed the basic information; new releases, plans for the future, and random things such as our favorite disney movie, to which we had all replied Finding Nemo.
"So are you all excited about who you're touring with?" Bryan folded the papers he had brought and set them aside.
"We don't even know who we're touring with," Rosalie informed him.
"But today's the first show, how do you not know yet?" We had all thought about this but we weren't really sure. Maybe the label just didn't think to mention it. Maybe they figured we already knew who we'd be joining. Nevertheless, we were all very curious to see who we'd be with.
"So do you know who we're touring with Bryan?" I leant forward forward to see him. "I think the only ones who don't know who you're touring with is yourselves," He said. "So who are we accompanying then?" Bryan let out a fake evil laugh, a terrible one at that, and rubbed his hands together, "I will never tell you! But one of the bands should be here for an interview in three..two..now," he glanced at the door, hanging his head when he saw his timing was off. "Haha loser," Emmy mocked, "that's what you get for not telling us."
"Don't be mean, jerk," I scolded her, "we love you really Bryan."
"Psh whatever," Bryan said gloom fully as he sniffed back fake tears.
"We do Bryan!" I sang out as I stood up, "but I think it's about time we go back to our bus. Get ready for tonights show and all."
"Alright, thanks for coming guys," he joined us in a standing position and shook each of our hands, aside from me who decided to pull him into my embrace. "Sorry, I'm a hugger," I said looking up at him. He hugged back just as there was a knock on the door of one of the bands buses.
"Hey dude, sorry we're late. You know us, approximately ten minutes late to everything." An unfamiliar voice bellowed out.
"Where are the chicks?" Another shouted.
I gasped as I saw the familiar figure, mouth agape as our eyes met.
"Oh my gosh it's you!" He exclaimed as I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck immediately.
"Wow, she wasn't kidding about being a hugger," Bryan smirked.
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A/N again this chapter sucks balls. I know. I need a few chapters to suck so i can lead into the rest of the story, you follow? Hopefully the rest of the story will be longer and won't contain such short sentences. I bet you didn't see that one coming btw. Okay no you did it was no surprise my bad. If for some reason you want to steal the band name, don't. Just to clarify, I'm not a lesbian, the band just has one of those 'pretend to be gay' relationships much like all time low. Although atl isn't pretending.
