Diary Of A Warped Girl

Welcome To Warped (I'm Fucked)

First night on the bus. I could barely sleep, the amount of butterflies multiplying by the thought of playing a Warped show. I could just picture it; the lights, the crowds, the meet n greets, seeing people sing along to OUR songs. I sighed nonchalantly and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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Someone opened my curtain so I dived into my covers, mumbling incoherently. I could hear whispers and I felt someone leaning over me. "She's so small," someone said. I gave up and started to open my eyes, to be greeted by big brown eyes. His nose was practically in my face, so naturally, I screamed and fell out of the bunk and onto the floor.

"Hi!" He said. I noticed he had skunky hair. Cach. I kept forgetting All Time Low went on Warped every year. "Cach chi. Roeddwn yn mynd i gael i fyny beth bynnag," I muttered. "I'm Jack, and that's--" "Alex, I know. I'm not a delinquent," I said. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and dug in.

"You're small," Alex said. "I'm 15. Am I not allowed to be small?" I questioned bitterly. "15?!" Jack said shocked. "I'm turning 16!" I defended. "How old is the rest of the band?" "Like, turning 18," I mumbled. "How do you even know each other?" "I skipped a couple grades."

For most of the conversation, I just 'mmhm'ed or kept quiet. Even if these guys were some of my heroes, I hated talking to new people. It was just something I had always done. I left halfway through the conversation to go change.

I changed and walked off the bus, texting Ryder to see where our tent was. I got a reply soon enough and walked to it. I started playing around with my phone and realized I had walked past the tent.

"Well done," Ryder said sarcastically. "How'd you sleep?" "Quite well, until half of All Time fucking Low woke me up and I ended up falling on the floor." "Ah, you've met our neighbours," Ryder sighed. I nodded and popped a piece of gum in my mouth.

"Where's Trillie?" I asked. "Looking at other bands' tents to see how they've set up their merch. I think it's an excuse to talk to people her own age," Ryder said. "When's our set time?" "In about 3 hours, I think," Ryder muttered with her concentration on something else. "Well you're no help."

"We're back," Josh said, as he dumped a bag of McDonalds in front of me. "Two cheese quarter pounders made from tapioca flour with a red bull for Thing 1 and a chicken Big Mac for Thing 2," he said, slumping into a chair.

"You guys will not BELIEVE who I just had a conversation with," Trillie said, waltzing into the tent. "Was it Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk or J.K. Rowling?" I asked. "No." "Not interested." "Zack Merrick." "And things just took a very interesting turn. Spill it."

Trillie POV

*FLASHBACK*

I was wandering around looking for tent designs and, well, people. I couldn't help but want to have a conversation with someone who wasn't in high school. I know I shouldn't be like that, but I'm almost 24! I feel like I'm babysitting my... What's the most appropriate word? I'll go with bosses.

I continued walking around and taking pictures with my phone, to make sure I had some ideas. I walked around and followed my instincts, which lead me to All Time Low's tent.

I started taking pictures of basically every single merch organization, and to my surprise, someone came up and blocked my phone camera. I tried moving it, but he just moved with the phone.

"Hey!" I said irritably. "Why are you photo spamming our merch?" he asked. "Merch organization ideas. Now get your thumb off of my lens!" I said trying to move. It didn't work. I looked up and realized I had been talking to Zack Merrick. "And you'd be doing that because..." "Hi, I'm Trillie. I'm the merch girl for The Descendants. They're the band with the hyper kid for a lead."