Forget About It [Alex Gaskarth]

Tours New Albums and Love Triangles

*Scarlette's POV*

'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by Panic! At The Disco, my default ringtone, woke me up by blasting in my ear, signifying that I was getting a phone call. I picked it up and the caller-ID read: "Stella", our band's manager.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Scarlette, nobody is picking up their phones!"

"Because we're on vacation." I told her.

"For how long?" Stella asked.

"About five more days, why?"

"Panic! At The Disco's manager called me and they want your band to go on tour with them."

I almost died. Oh my god. Panic. At. The. Fucking. Disco. OH MY GOD. OHMYGOD.

"Scarlette? You still there?" Stella asked.

"Y-Yeah. Dude, are you serious?!"

"Of course I'm serious!" Stella exclaimed, "Yes, I know they're one of your favorite bands, don't fangirl too hard."

"TOO LATE!"

"Shut the fuck up, Scarlette, I'm trying to sleep!" Avery grumbled and buried her face into her pillow.

I rolled my eyes, "When is the tour?"

"Two weeks." Stella replied.

"Okay, I'm going to ask everyone about it and I'll call you later, okay?"

"Alright, see ya!" Stella hung up.

I set my phone on the table and walked over to Avery's bed.

"Avery, we're going on tour with Panic! At The Disco!"

Her head shot up.

"I was on the phone with Stella and she told me that their manager called-"

"We need to tell Jesse and Hudson!" Avery stood up from the bed and sprinted out the door, me following close behind. We ran into Jack and Alex walking down the hall. Avery literally pushed them out of our way.

"What the hell?!" I heard Jack mutter as I ran past them.

We burst into Hudson and Jesse's hotel room.

"GUYS WE'RE TOURING WITH PANIC! AT THE DISCO OH MY GOD!"

Jesse and Hudson cheered and high-fived. We were all excited, Panic! At The Disco was a band that all of us really liked!

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"Jack and I are allowed to go on tour with you, right?" Alex asked once my band and I headed to the lobby for breakfast.

"Sure, just don't trash our bus!" I replied.

"When are you going on tour, anyway?" Jack asked.

"In two weeks!" Avery exclaimed.

Avery and Jack started talking and I excused myself so I could head back to my hotel room. I left my phone there.

I unlocked the door and stepped in. The door shut like it usually does and I walked over the bedside table to pick up my cellphone. As I put it in the back pocket of my jeans, there was a knock at the door and a piece of folded paper was slipped under the door. I picked it up before opening the door and there was no one in sight. I shrugged and unfolded the paper.

Scarlette,

I know you're in San Diego, you can't run from me. I'm always watching.

Sincerely,
R.T.

I gulped. Who is this R.T. guy and why is he stalking me?! The only person that I can remember who has a name that starts with R is Rian, but he couldn't be behind this. I feel like I know, but I just can't put my finger on it...