(Intro)
It was one day before 2013 Warped Tour; I was with my Best friend Taylor who was going to go to Warp Tour with me. We were only going to see a couple bands and that is PTV, BVB, SWS, but mostly for Pierce the Veil, we had gotten four backstage tickets so I had to choose two more friends to go with me.
Chapter 1: The Scarred
(9:30)
*beep beep beep*
"God Dammit Chandler! Turn off the alarm clock", Taylor, Bri, Cynthia, said at the same time.
"Uh yeah hello, have you guys forgotten what day it was??!", i said.
"Yeah the day I woke up at 9:30 for no reason.", Taylor says grumpy like.
"DUDE TODAY IS WARP TOUR!", Bri screams.
At the words 'Warped Tour' Taylor jumped up and jumped into the down stairs bathroom shower. Cynthia and Bri went into the Master Bedroom bathroom to do their make up and such, while I went into the other bathroom calmly, but on the inside I already lost my voice.
Taylor Prov
I can't believe I forgot that today was Warped Tour. And I can't believe I forgot that Chandler scored us back stage tickets for Pierce the Veil. I had known chandler for 7 years now, we had met in 6th grade and now its a year after Senior year of highschool. Ugh I can't think straight i'm so excited!
Cynthia Prov
"I'm really excited Bri. Like what if yanno. Stuff goes down." I smirk and laugh.
"AH. Don't even get me started Cynthia!! I have been waiting to meet them for SUCH a long time!" Bri nearly yells.
I can't stop thinking about Tony. What if something does happen and we all get who we want in the end?
Chandler Prov
I can practically hear the girls heart beats. I'm finished putting on my makeup and so are the girls. Damn we all look sexy as hell!!! Even if we don't get PTVS attention we'll get somebody elses! "LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO!", I shout while getting in my 1967 Chevorlet. Bri comes running out of the house while holding her shoes while Cynthia trails behind and then Taylor.
After an hour of driving, we're finally there.
We can all hear the fans screaming for Black Veil Brides, which means, Pierce the Veil is next. Yes! We made it in time.
"Guys, this is it.", Taylor says.
We get to our front row seats just as Black Veil Brides leave the stage, as Vic walks out I look at Taylor and she looks like shes about to die.
The rest of the guys come out the crowd goes wild.
Vic Prov (after the set)
"Did you see that girl in the front row? She was gorgeous. It looked like she had a back stage pass in her hand." I say. Wow that girl was stunning, she was perfect. We had locked eyes throughout the whole performance. I need to meet this mystery girl.
Tony Prov
"Speaking of mystery girls, I locked eyes with a gorgeous girl in the front, that also had a backstage pass." They were the only people that had backstage passes, I wonder if they were all together." I see Jamie looking out the stage door blushing and I knew he had a Mystery girl too.
My mystery girl was tan with her hair in a low pony tail with a smile that could make the world stop and look.
Mike Prov
"DUDES. THE SETS ARE OVER AND OUR MYSTERY GIRLS ARE ON THEIR WAY. QUICK ACT NATURAL."
Chandler Prov
After all the sets are over PTV's security gaurds escorted us to their room, I turned around to see Taylor, Bri, Cynthia checking themselves out in their phones.
"Hey you are all still gorgeous. They will LOVE you. And if they don't, thats impossible because they love us already.", I say.
We get inside PTV's changing room and they were all sitting down. As we all walk in, every one quickly stands up to greet us.
"Hello girls.", Vic says while looking at Taylor.
"H-i-i, uhm, i'm Taylor and this is Bri, Cynthia, and Chandler.", Taylor says.
"Well Bri you are drop dead gorgeous!", says Mike.
"Hi, Cynthia.", Tony says while trying to hide his blushed cheeks.
While everyone was having their love of their life greet them, mine wasn't there. He was off and about. I was just about to leave when Jamie runs into the room, sweaty, his shirt sticking to his chest. He runs into the bathroom and we hear him drying himself off with a hair dryer.
"Taylor, come sit with me?"' Vic asks Taylor.
