Pierce the Veil is headed to Vegas to play their next show. Vic's been been driving the van for a while. Jaime just wants take some "stress" off Vic's shoulders. Driving through the desert at 12 AM, there's no one else on the road.
Jaime takes a ch...
Been sitting on this one for a while, maybe since November. Basically, I wanna destroy Vic's ass. I can't be the only one who wants to pound his ass into oblivion. Jaime is the luckiest man on earth.
Enjoy. - ant
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Being on tour in a van is fucking rough. Especially when people barely know your band, and the pay for each show is just barely enough to get to the next.
At least we're finally branching out from San Diego.
No surprise, but we're on the road right now. We're on our way to Vegas, to play to the crowd there. Normally, I'd be super fucking pumped, but right now, I'm chilling out. It's a clear night in the desert, 12 AM to be exact, with nothing but black skies and sand for miles and miles around our little moving van. It's been a while since I've seen another car pass.
Over on my left, dutifully driving the van, is Vic; our vocalist and sick ass rhythm guitar, the prettiest person on earth, and my lovely boyfriend, all wrapped up in one.
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Mike, Vic's brother and the drummer, and Tony, my best friend and our lead guitar, are dead asleep in the back, crowded with the equipment. Tony's just snoring away. For someone so quiet, his tendency for snoring loudly is ironic.
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Vic is quiet, eyes on the road, his usually bright eyes blinking sleepily ever so often. I rub his shoulder, and he looks over at me with a tired smile.
I'm lucky and grateful that I get to spend time, travel, and play music with the downest dudes in San Diego.
The sudden rush of gratitude makes me realize that Vic's been driving for a while, now. Not just driving; he's the one who handles all our promoting, making our posters, coordinating with people who wanna book us. I'm sure I'm missing more, but you get it. He does most of the shit around here, and probably is the reason we haven't starved to death or gotten lost yet.
As the most responsible one, he always offers to drive; but at the end of the day, he's still my boyfriend, and I gotta take care of him.
"Vic, baby," I whisper, letting my hand rest on his thigh.
