"Emerson. Wake the fuck up," I shouted as I smacked the bottom of my brother's foot, "we have soundcheck you ass!"
"Go away." He groaned from his bunk before flipping over.
"No. Come on."
"Emerson-"
My older brother Sebastian's voice was cut off by the warm body's groan, "Fuck you."
The drummer kicked his foot out, landing a punt to my face, and setting me over the edge. I pulled Emerson almost half way out of the bunk, warranting him to kick me again. I rolled my eyes but, decided to go back to my vocal approach after Sebastian sent me a glare.
"Come on," I tapped his leg again, this time lighter than the last, "your job is so simple."
"Fuck you." Emerson repeated.
Jesus fucking christ. This kid would be the end of me.
"Emerson," I sighed, "I don't even get paid for VIP. All you have to do is tap a fucking desk."
The four other people that were in the caravan with us, let out a soft chorus of laughter as I began mocking the action he took during every acoustic set we had done up to that point. I laughed along but, the noise dwindled at the sight of Emerson throwing himself out of the top bunk, and landing beside me.
"Shut the hell up," He scoffed, "and Michael. Put the fucking camera down."
Our cameraman chuckled at the boy's attitude but, nevertheless fufilled his request.
"You're grumpy." I smirked at Emerson.
"And you're a piece of shit." Though Emerson's words weren't the kindest, the smile on his face revealed the humor behind them.
"Can we just get ready?" Sebastian groaned.
I held my insults back and just nodded my head. My brothers could be so fucking aggravating sometimes. Honestly it took more self restraint then I had most of the time to keep myself from feeding into the bullshit that happened in the band. No wonder my brothers and I were the only ones that ended up sticking around for more than half a tour. My brothers were the only people that were constant in my life, and that believed in me. Sometimes it felt like they were all I'd ever have. Well, them and the fans.
"You guys need to work on some stuff for your next album." Our manager Chelsea nodded as she started to clean up the mess we had made over the duration of our tour.
There was no need to stress out about it. We had the majority of our second album written before we even released our first album. It was just a matter of recording, and writing one more song. Which, might actually be something we should've been stressing over because I was incredibly stuck on what to write. I shrugged in response to Chelsea, and sauntered off the bus, and into the venue to get ready for our last show.
—————————————— Austyn
"Are you almost ready?" My roommate Carmen smirked from the doorway of my bedroom.
I didn't know why I was doing this for her but, I did know that she fucking owed me one.
"Would you calm your fucking tits," I scoffed but, tried my best to make it playful. I wasn't too sure how I felt about Carmen. I mean, she was nice enough, and obviously we got along well enough to live with each other but, I was beyond shocked when she asked me to go see her favorite band with her instead of our other roommate, "why am I even the one going with you?"
"Because Bradley pissed me off." She stated sinply with pursed lips.
Bradley was her current- or I guess ex boyfriend. I don't know. Carmen's love life was very difficult to keep up with. She always had exactly who she wanted, exactly when she wanted them. Needless to say, there had been so many boys in and out of our apartment through the last few years. I'm not shaming her- everyone's got to live their best lives. I'm just saying that I have no idea who the hell she was talking about because, at that point, I had stopped keeping track.
"I know that, and you owe me fucking big time for it by the way," I smiled sarcastically, "I'm just surprised you didn't ask Shay."
Dyshay was the third person living with us, and honestly the only reason that Carmen and I knew who each other were at all. It was one of those things where Shay was closer to either of us than either of us were to each other.
"Shay has to work." She shrugged.
There it is.
"Right. Let me take Milo out real quick and then we can go."
Seemed like everyone always had an ulterior motive at the end of the day. I took my appearance in one last time, before following Carmen out the door.
(Carmen's outfit and hair)
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(Austyn's outfit and hair)
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