You Don't Care About Us.

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Emilia sat on the pavement, her sweaty back rested on the wall behind her, hiding her from the beaming sun.

It was around 1 p.m and the sun making everyone's skin boil. She has already done 5 sets since 10 a.m, but had to wake up at 5 a.m to help set up.

Like always, Brian and the rest of the band slept peacefully and coolly in their bus while the crew worked endlessly.

"Fuck me, it feels like a fucking dessert."

"C'mon, if you hurry up, I'll buy ice chips."

"You're so on!"

One of the crew members, Matt, stood up and grabbed another set of lights. Rachel, a fellow mercy girl, help the crew set up more tents around to block out more sun. "When do we get a break?" She whined.

Emilia shrugged. "No idea, but I hope it's soon."

"Bad weather conditions means we get paid extra, right?" Rachel said hopeful.

Matt looked at Emilia. "What the fuck is she on?" He whispered.
It wasn't news that everyone didn't really like Rachel. She was a nice girl, really, but she asked the most stupidest questions ever.

"No, it's the same pay." Emilia answered her, shoving Matts shoulder to stop mimicking the girl.

"This isn't worth it. I'm a march girl, not a damn construction worker." She said.

Matt let go of the edges of the tent, glaring at Rachel as she walked off. "Why is she even here?! She's not even important on this tour."

"Matt, leave it-"

"I'll be back"

Great, the he goes again. Emilia thought. She grunted, lifting the heavy tent herself until a voice interrupted her. "How come I always see you, you need help?"

She turned her head to her side to see Stefan smirking. "Right timing?" She guessed.

"Probably," he spoke, helping her carry one side of the tent, "where to?"

She looked around, spotting the area. "By the ice machine. This tent is for free water."

Stefan nodded and followed her as she led the way. He helped her set it up, making it easier for her to screw in the bolts that she couldn't reach. "Ever thought of finding a job to help short people like myself?"

As Stefan screwed in one of the last screws, he looked down at her and laughed. She reached just below his shoulders if he were to stand straight next to her. "Actually, yes."

"Stefan! We've been looking everywhere for you! We're up next! Hurry up we have thirty minutes!" Brain yelled from behind them.

Emilia gasped, remembering that she also had to hurry and get to the sound and lighting booth. "I'll see you guys later!" She yelled running away.

Brian looked after her as he followed alongside Stefan back to the stage. "My nails look so weird. I bit the pinky and now they all look deformed."

He looked over at Stefan's hands as he held them in from of Brian's face. He scoffed at the bassist and shoved his picked hands away. "You have a nasty habit."

Stefan looked at a bitter Brian. He stared ahead, ignoring others around him. "What's up with you?"

Brian grunted. "You need to get laid, with a person not just your hand." The bassist said.

"There you guys are! Hurry, we have a few left before we're on!" Yelled Steve at them when they neared the back stage.

Steve sat on the small drum set at the back where he could practice for a bit. The roadies ran around getting everything ready and last minute tuning.