Last Seen In San Francisco (Tony Perry)

• A Friend Thats Worth A Fortune •

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"Great news. Great great news. You know how the rumours got spread about Pierce The Veil, nobody would sign us, blah blah blah, well guess what?

"Vics been phoning around, and fucking FEARLESS RECORDS are signing us! Pierce The Veil are back in business baby!" Tony shot up, and as Mike started to dance, he grinned, kissed me, and grinned again.

The flashback hit me harder than I'd like to admit. How could I forget that? That was one of the happiest days of my life and my mind didn't put two and two together when I started working here? My heart started to beat out of my chest.

They're here.

They're actually behind this door I'm near.

Tony god-damn Perry.

A huge amount of memories hit me, and I found my eyes watering. Holy shit, they're in this building. What are they doing in my office? Have they found me or something. That can't be it, or maybe it is.

Maybe they saw the whole Lydia Starr isn't dead thing on the news. Oh holy fuck what do I do?

I slid down the wall until I was crouching against it, and placed Alexis' coffee next to me. I brought mine to my lips and began to drink, ignoring how much it burnt my mouth.

Before I could stop myself, my breathing got shorter and I started to gasp. I feel like my lungs are closing up. In the back of my mind I knew I was blowing this out of proportion, but the shock got to me.

I clutched to my chest, trying to calm down my breathing and take a deep breath. When I found I couldn't breath in and I felt my lungs restricting, I panicked, and I just sat there, gasping, feeling my body heat up and tears well in my eyes.

A bang snapped me out of my state, not exactly all the way out of it, but I took a breath in, until I couldn't get it back out. Breathing is the most simple thing in the world and here I am fucking it up.

I didn't realise I made that bang against the door of my own office until it opened and Alexis stepped out, saying something to the people behind the door and slamming it behind her.

I calmed down a little, but I could still feel my airways closing up.

"Holy shit Lydia, are you having a panic attack?" I looked up at her, my head spinning from the lack of air. I couldn't do anything. I wanted to nod or tell her to help me, or even get help, but I was at such a point in my lack of air that I was frozen.

I could see her freaking out, until she literally just collapsed on my legs and started hitting me in the chest. I was almost offended until I took in a huge gulp of air, and finally let it back out.

All that could be heard was my heavy breathing, and finally, I managed a few words "thank you."

"Thank you? Thank you?! You scared the shit out of me you fucking bitch! What the fuck! You can't just almost fucking die on me and then thank me for hitting you! I wanna punch you in the face right now you slut!" She was screaming at me, but half way through her speech she lifted herself from my legs and wrapped herself around me so she was bear hugging me.

I would've laughed at her outburst if I had the energy.

"I panicked." I managed to tell her, and I felt her hit my back.

"You fucking panicked," she muttered, still clinging to me "you'll panic again when I stab you with a fork for scaring me like that. Jesus Lydia."

I got the energy to stand up, with her still clinging to me, but she eventually put her feet down so she was just hugging me normally. When the door opened though, she spun me around so quickly I got a little bit of whiplash.

Her face was now facing them, or whoever was at the door, but she refused to let go of me. I can't see a thing.

I'm hoping these boys are as clueless as they were when they took me to the little house in the middle of nowhere and I kept getting into situations with their guitarist, because I've barely changed.

My brown hair is still long and wavy, although I used to straighten it a lot more I stopped about a year ago, going for the natural look. I still wear the same style of clothing, tight on the bottom half and loose on the top, and although my figure changed through pregnancy, the only sign showing that I was pregnant is the little bump that won't leave my stomach, and the fact that my thighs are a little meatier.

I pray to whoever will listen that they don't recognise me while I'm facing this way.

"Uh..." I recognised it straight away. Jaime. Obviously a little thrown off due to the hugging.

"I'm a lesbian." Alexis said almost instantly, not missing a single beat. I felt my lips turn upwards at this, reminiscing about the times we've got away from horny guys using that excuse.

Trust me ladies, you tell them you swing the other way and they will run with more agility that an old guy on viagra.

Or they'll ask to watch. That's definitely not a memory I want to remember.

"Do you mind if I get some water or something so our singer can warm up his vocals?" Jaime asked, snapping me back to reality and out of our memories.

"Yeah, sure." Alexis replied instantly. There was a pause of silence before I heard a throat clearing.

"Come on man, leave them to have their moment or whatever. We can meet her later." Mike said, and I had to remember to keep calm.

He definitely saw me earlier.

But I could barely keep calm when I remembered what Jaime had asked for.

If they want to warm up vocals...

Doesn't that mean they want to record them?

It all clicked into place.

The first band I have I work with is Pierce The Veil.