Katie:
"Fuck." I hear as Brittany collapses. I grab her and pull her backstage to a couch and give her water. I bite at my lip nervously and pace around hoping she's okay. I stand over her biting nervously at my lip ring even more, I do that too often. Her eyes pop open and I sigh in relief. All of a sudden I'm not feeling too well, I sit on the ground chugging the water in my hands. "Katie! Are you okay?!" shouts Jordan, all I do is nod. I feel the vomit rising in the back of my throat and I run to a trash can to expel it. I feel my brothers hand on my back and my hair being pulled away from my face and I gasp for air. I rinse my mouth out with water and then chew some gum. "Thanks Jordy." I say smiling slightly. He nods and helps me sit on a couch that's backstage. About an hour later, we hear the band member's voices floating down the hall leading from stage to backstage room. I tense up and look down at my vans. The groupies who were sitting in the room before we even got here stood up instantly and glared at us all making me feel even worse about myself. The leader of the pack whispers something to her group while looking at me and they all start laughing, just great. That's when Kellin walks in.
Kellin:
I walk backstage to find, why of course, Chelsea and her little groupie friends. Sitting on our couch is a girl of no more than 6 feet and her head is bent while the others around her are fangirling, even the boys. All except for the tall one, who just looks happy. "Hey guys." I smile and wave at the fans completely ignoring Chelsea and her cronies. The girl on the couches head tilts up an inch, still not letting me see her face. "What are your names?" I ask smiling. The tall boy speaks up. "I'm jordan, this is Jonny, Brittany, my girlfriend Blake, and my sister Katie. Katie are you okay?" Jordan asks. Katie is the couch girl's name, interesting.
