Death Inside Praise (Warped Tour Fanfic)

Madison Square Park

So i've learnt over these past few days that there are going to be a lot of band members that i like around. Now, in order to get myself to talk, i have not figured out a solution to that problem.

Allen has tried getting me to sing what i want to say to people. I tried this with Beanstalk, it worked perfectly, gaining me some praise for my voice. I tried this with Hayley Williams, it was a small struggle with stage fright, but it worked. i tried in front of Kellin Quinn...i only succeeded in failing to breathe.

"Damnit, im not gonna make any friends if i keep acting like a quivering little girl." i grumble to myself every so often until we board our very own tour bus.

i set my suitcase down into my bunker, and grab my Auxilary cord. i make my way to the front of the bus, plugging the cord into the stereo and my phone jac.

"How come you getta control the music?" Allen asks, and Zain (who hardly ever speaks mind you) pipes up.

"She's the driver, mate. driver picks the road music." He states, nodding as i meet his gaze. He passes by a grumpy Allen, who eventually follows. Beanstalk climbs sleepily into the bus, glaring at the clock on the dash.

"Who decided we have to leave this early to get to the next state?" She grumbles, her accent distorted by a gruff morning voice.

"i got a text from Zain saying that was when everyone else was leaving, so don't get your knickers in a twist." i retort happily, starting up the bus as everyone else climbs into their bunks with headphones on, falling back asleep instantly.

i sigh, the next state we need to get to is New York, and thats at least a seven hour drive from Maine.

i groan, putting my music on shuffle, the first song coming on is Gravedigger by Eskimo Callboy. i smirk contently, turning the volume up to where the bass is booming. The others should be glad theres sound proofing in their room so they can't hear anything, only feel the bass.

i turn onto a highway, and eventually get into the groove of driving the speed limit, only going above it by 7mph.

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You may think that i'm all rocker chick, death metal and punk even, but do not catagorize me into music genres. I listen to plenty of other genres besides metal or post-hardcore.

the only genres i dont listen to are:

1. Country (none of it, ugh!)

2. Opera (depending on if it's annoying or not)

3. Justin Bieber (no, just no.)

and 4. Taylor Swift (never ever ever ever gonna listen to her (pun intended)).

the reason JB and TS have their own genres entirely is because i loathe them as much as i loathe the idea of ketchup on mac&cheese. It's disgusting to me, sorry.

So no one should be surprised that whenever One Direction comes on that i sing along, dance even if i get bored enough. i find them adorable, attractive sometimes, and their personalities (not their looks even if i do find them adorable or attractive) won my heart, i will love them forever.

Why don't i listen to JB then? that's simple, i hate his music. i don't like the way he sings, or how he treats his fans. he's a jerk, lets be honest with yourself.

Taylor? you don't even want to ask me that question, i'll go into direct detail. i've never liked her, country or her crappy pop music.

anyway, the next song always (for some odd reason) makes me want to just get baked and listen to the song over and over. but seeing as i really shouldnt, i never do.