Devil's Hour

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  I felt like a little kid, so excited to finally be one of Spencer's stage actors. After much begging, he finally agreed but I think he was always on board and just liked the begging. "Thank you so much, Tampa for another amazing night! We are Magic Marble and we love you!" I ran off the stage and Ice Nine Kills were next. Ricky walked over to me in his outfit and guitar around his body, ready to take the stage. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading on stage with the guys. He is just the cutest thing.

  This was it, I walked on stage during Stabbing in the Dark to be "murdered" by Spencer. Chevvy had given me a run down on what to do on the stage beforehand. The crowd went wild when they realized the stage actor was me. I felt Spencer grab me from behind and I felt...something? I felt a sense of comfort, and fear at the same time, and he smelt really good for someone who never stops moving on stage by the way.

  He took the fake knife and jabbed it into my chest and I trust falled into him as he took me to the ground to do a few more stabs. For a guy with a small stature his grip was strong and felt powerful. We locked eyes quickly before the next stab and seemed to connect for that moment. His eyes were dark but also inviting..like he had some sort of hold over me. I can see why the internet thinks this 'murderous' frontman is such a 'heartthrob.'

  After the final stab, I lied on the ground until the song was over, collected props, and headed for the side stage. Ricky and Chevvy gave me a thumbs up from the stage which made me laugh.

  The guys finished their set list and ran off stage, Spencer stopping to whisper in my ear. "You did amazing, sweetheart." He had his hand on the small of my back briefly which sent tingles down my spine feeling devilish as kept moving back stage. Ricky stopped by me next and told me how amazing I was on stage for everything I did tonight. He made me blush, I couldn't deny that I was into him..but Spencer now had some kind of mysterious hold on me.

  After the show I headed back to the bus, I was tired, and promised Spencer we could have a jam session tomorrow. We had to leave in the morning to get over to Ft. Lauderdale for our next show so I am going to chill on INK's bus for the short couple of hours during travel time.

  "Damn Jacee, ditching us for new boys?" Mark teased. "Obviously." I rolled my eyes and flipped my hair, laughing. "Hey what the fuck!" Keith yelled at the tv and then at Coby. "Shut the fuck up man, you suck at this game!" He yelled back. Living with all men can get exhausting. I swear I need to go spend the night with Maria and her blood girls. "Hey, how about we all shut the fuck up so I can sleep." I emerged back from the bathroom.

  I had thrown on a sheet mask and had my hair back with my frog makeup-headband as I like to call it. The guys are use to it but always get a good laugh out of it. "Whatever, losers. Goodnight." I rolled my eyes at their immature behavior and turn around towards the bunks again. It seemed like forever that I tossed and turned thinking about Ricky, and maybe we should just be together but I wanted to know Spencer's deal as well.

  The next morning I woke up on the floor. I must of eventually fallen asleep and rolled a little too much. "I swear to god Jacee, we need to get you a little bed baby gate." Coby laughed as he was walking towards the bunks to help me up. "Very funny, Cobs. I have to get ready to head over to INKs bus. See you at soundcheck." I said giving him a hug. "Even though you're abandoning us, I still love you!" He shouted as he was walking back towards the front of the bus.

  I showered and put on an oversized grey blouse and dark denim jean shorts. I made some beach waves in my hair with my hair wand and put it up into a ponytail. It is definitely a full face makeup day. I look like a zombie, and if looks could kill..you get it. I gave myself a nasty bruise on my arm from falling out of bunk, which was a 2 foot drop. Injuring myself is a specialty of mine, first my head and then falling out of my bunk. Luckily my head is feeling a lot better now and is almost 100% healed.

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