Saving Rose

Writing My Life's Story

After we watched a part of the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter), I started to organize the RV. The guys all had to change and get ready. When he was done, I went with Mike to help set up the drum kit, while the others, just Tony and Jaime, were still getting ready.

"So, no one's going to, like, call the cops if you're not at your apartment, right?" Mike asked, opening the door with his special ID card. I chuckled slightly. "I don't have any friends who're gonna miss me, and the apartment owners don't notice at all when anyone's gone," I explained. Yeah, I'm invisible.

Mike looked at me sadly. "That's terrible," he sad, putting his arm around me. "So... Make sure you're always with me or one of the guys, or else you'll be pinned as a sneaky fan girl and get kicked out. If you decide you're sure you want to be our merchandise girl, like selling stuff at a booth, then you'll get an ID card like mine." Mike explained. I couldn't miss the hopeful look he gave me. These guys really, really wanted me to stay.

I nodded, picking up a snare drum and following him to the area by the stage.

It's funny how a week ago, I would've probably passed out or something if I was on the stage. Even if I had just, for example, gotten a hug from one of the guys... I was just really lucky to be able to hang out with them. I didn't deserve any of this.

As we worked, we talked. "I know you and Hime like each other," Mike blurted suddenly, starting to smirk. I felt my face heating up, and turned away a little to hide it.

I shrugged it off, or at least tried. I had barely met him; how was he able to read me so easily?? It wasn't fair at all. At least I never thought I was like a freaking open book.

"Yeah... Is it that obvious?" I admitted, slightly worried. "Yep, but don't worry. I'm proud of my buddy. He doesn't do too well with girls. Probably because he's such a weirdo," Mike said quickly, before I could interrupt him, denying anything.

I laughed, nodding. "I know you're depressed, so don't lie. Even now, you're not completely happy, are you? That idiot could help you. Seems like you have pretty bad luck, honesty!" He said, smiling a little at the end.

I nodded, then went back to being silent. Once we were finished, he said that he wanted to introduce me to a few of the other bands, which, of course, made me very nervous and excited.

"They'll probably think you're just a girlfriend or something, truthfully. A lot of guys let their girls come visit" Mike said, looking at me to figure out how I would react. Because of Jaime and I. I laughed. "I know, Romeo," I joked, racing ahead of him. I didn't really mind. Except for Jaime, I guess...

Suddenly, Jaime came around the corner, and we collided. Speak of the devil...

I felt myself fall, knowing it would hurt terribly. I was closing my eyes and waiting for the impact, until something stopped me. I opened my eyes nervously, staring into Jaime's gorgeous brown ones. He pulled me back up, blushing.

"Uhhh, sorry! You okay?" He asked, still red. I laughed lightly, nodding. "Don't worry about it. Seriously. I'm not a freaking flower," I said, smiling.

Mike and Jaime started laughing rather loudly at my words. A few random people gave us weird looks. Some even glared. I cleared my throat. "Ahem, do you realize just who you're laughing at? These guys are famous!" I said to one mean looking guy, and he glared at me then hurriedly walked away. That just made the guys laugh even more.

"Wow, you're awesome," Jaime said all of a sudden, bringing on that adorable blush again. His remark made my cheeks redden too, so I grabbed Mike's wrist. "Let's go meet... Or maybe scare people..." I trailed off mysteriously, sighing at the growing crowd we were approaching as we left Jaime behind to... go back to whatever he was doing before.

"Told you. You two are in looooove!!" Mike squealed, strongly resembling a little girl. Wow. Scary. Tattooed drummer sounding like a girl. Seriously disturbing.

I glared at him, ignoring his high pitched remark. "So, where to?" I wondered, and he chuckled, leading me to a door. He opened it with his card, like the last one. Then, I followed him as he wandered through the hallways.

"Well you already know Kellin... Sleeping With Sirens should be...here." He said, opening a door. The temporary sign read 'Sleeping With Sirens Room.'

The whole band stared at us as we walked in. At first, they looked nervous, but ten the tension went away. Kellin sighed with relief. "I thought you two were more nosy interviewers! Ugh. We have to play in a while, but they couldn't care less!" He said furiously.

I laughed at his sudden mood swings. "So, m'lady, feeling better?" He said, motioning us to the empty couch. I nodded, remembering everything that had happened, not even trying to smile.

"Good! Well, this is Justin... Oh, wait, you probably already know... Sorry," he said, as Jesse started to tune a flashy colorful electric guitar. All of the guys smiled and waved. "We've heard a lot about you already, so if you need help writing your life's story, let us know!" Jesse said, smiling again. I nodded, occupied by the beautiful guitar sounds he was creating. I could stay like this forever. Well, if Jaime was here... And Vic and Tony. Mainly Jaime, though. I was falling for him. For sure. And maybe, possibly, there was a slight chance that he was falling for me.