Take Her to The Moon

Pilot.

Mackenzie's POV

            Being eight years younger than your famous older brother has its perks but is also the worst thing in the world. I grew up around the music, the album releases, band members coming and going, and tours. But that also means that I grew up with about fifteen un-biological siblings and their drama.

            Today is the album release party for my brother's newest album, it's his fourth big project and probably my favorite so far. October 8th, 2013.

            Living with Brendon means getting ready for any sort of special occasion an event. We currently share a two bed two bath apartment in Las Vegas, where we both grew up. As I'm trying to finish straightening my hair Brendon decides that is the perfect time to disturb my jam session.

            "MJ! I need your hairspray." I swear to God this man is more high maintenance than any girl that I have ever met.

            "Bro why? Don't you literally have your own... in your own bathroom?" I continue passing the straightener through my hair as Brendon searches the cabinets and drawers of my vanity for my hairspray; when he finally finds it, he stands up and responds, "Yeah, but yours is better." 

            "Okay but give it back! And turn my music back up on your way out!" I shout at his back as he saunters back to his room, turning the knob on my speaker as he goes.

            After another forty-five minutes of doing my hair and makeup I decided I looked decent enough and needed to find a dress to match Brendon. I searched my closet for the specific dress that he and I had been talking about to match his suit. It is a floor length forest green dress with a slit up the left side showing off my leg sleeve and has a simple mock corset top and thin straps. The color of the dress matches Brendon's' two-piece suit with a plain white tee underneath. We decided to match our shoes as well, with Brendon wearing black loafers and I'm wearing black heels.

            Walking into these events is always stressful as I am usually the youngest one there. Tonight is no exception. As soon as we walk in we both grab flutes of Champaigne as a server walks by and try to search for the rest of the band.

            The morning after an album release party is always chill in our household. We all usually end up at one of the band members houses eating breakfast together and watching TV while telling stories of the night before. The setlist for the upcoming tour always get brought up and what shows we're excited about.

"Personally, I say we open with Vegas Lights..." Dallon decides after some debate on what opener they would play. "But like what about Mona Lisa?" Brendon whines from his seat in the recliner. "Okay true but I think Vegas Lights will hype up the crowd more." "Okay fine yea you're right I guess."

After many cups of coffee, half a season of Supernatural, and Door Dashing food two different time, we came up with a setlist.

At the end as were all making final adjustments and just messing around, I interrupt with, "Hey one more thing, I'm crashing the stage during Miss Jackson and coming back on for the encore." Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy; "What?" I ask while looking at the many pairs of eyes staring at me. Finally, Brendon speaks up, "MJ, you have been crashing our encores since you were six, what makes this tour any different?" A chorus of agreements get thrown at me as my face heats up at his comment. "Uhm, I don't know, I didn't know if that got annoying after a while, or you guys didn't want me to do it anymore."

When the sun sets, we all make our way outside to the fire pit in the backyard. Music is played, stories are told, and vibes are good. Until my phone rings.

Kenny pauses the music as I walk away to answer my phone because it was not a conversation I wanted the others to hear based on who the person calling me at 11 PM was.

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First chapter! Mostly writing this for nostalgia and my best friend convinced me to because I wanted to start writing again. Let me know what you think!