Death Inside Praise (Warped Tour Fanfic)

Blue Ridge Music Center pt.2

I wake up the earliest the very next day, pumped as ever at the thought of everyone being able to sing along with us while we light up the stage. We go on stage at 9:30 tonight, so it's gonna be darker than normal, and the stage lights will be on, illuminating all of us.

it's about 7 in the morning and I don't need to wake anyone else up until around 9, so I have two hours to kill. I sigh, wishing I could play the guitar like Beanstalk, only then could I get away with singing by myself. Guitar's go perfectly with an acoustic like song, but since that guitar isn't drums, I cant play it.

I just don't have long enough fingers is all, I have some pretty small hands, so it's tough for me to accept the fact that ill never be able to play the guitar.

so instead of me running upstairs, grabbing a random guitar, and attempting to be like every other person in the world who can play, I pick up the cat, Oliver, whatever, and carry him upstairs so I can keep an eye on him.

I don't trust cats, if they knew just how popular on the internet they are, they would dominate the world with their adorableness. Don't get me wrong, I love cats, and dogs, they are just really cunning sometimes, and that's enough to worry anybody.

I sigh, setting the cat down on the floor of our practice room, petting him as he goes around, curiously sniffing at our instruments.

The kitten can't be older than 3 months, he's just a little orange tiger striped fuzz ball who can't seem to stop purring or staring up at me with big gray eyes. I stare back at him, and he attacks my hand that's been tapping a random rhythm on the floor.

"Ow, you've got some sharp little claws there, Kitty." I grumble, shaking my hand a little.

he cocks his head, and I know i'm done for.

I pick him up and cuddle my face into his belly. He's SOOOOO soffffttttt!!!!!! he purrs louder, and starts playing with my already tangled hair.

"Silly kitty." I giggle out, pulling him away from my head and placing him in my lap and running my hands up and down his back, smoothing and ruffling his fur as entertainment.

He bats at my hand, managing to escape as he runs back downstairs. I smirk after him, setting myself upright and scooting over to a guitar. I sigh, pull out my phone, and look up how to play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.

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about an hour later i'm playing a lower keyed version of Iris on the guitar, occasionally slipping up and cursing myself.

"Shit, i'm no good at this." I state to myself, studying the notes on the web page.

i sigh, putting the guitar back as the realization the i should get dressed hits me. i pad down the cold metal stairs, the chill sending tingles up my spine as my feet tell me to run off the cold and onto the warm carpet.

i reach my bunk, attempting to be as quiet as possible when i pull out my clothes for today. I pull up my white and black checkered skinnys, adorned with two belts and a chain wallet, and slip my white wife-beater tank top over my torso. I slip on a pair of mismatched neon socks (Yellow and Orange, Mine and Beanstalks favorite colors) and my black TOMS. i go into the bathroom, wet down my hair, blow dry it the way i want it to go, and plug in my straightener.

While that's warming up, i wake everyone else up, and they complain that they want only 30 more minutes of sleep. That's pushing it to about 9:45 am, but i oblige, disappearing back into the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later, i finish straightening my hair, the swoop hanging lazily as i hairspray it in place. Not that it'll do any good while i'm sweating like a pig, but oh well. I'm applying my makeup, a thin layer of eyeliner all around my eyes and a coat of mascara, when Beanstalk walks in and grabs her contact case, grumbling about me hurrying up so she can take a piss.