when we arrived at the tiny bar the parking lot was full. a huge turn out for us. brian and alex unpacked everything and headed in. i sat in the car for a few minutes just thinking. i finally decided id better turn up before too many people make it hard for us to set up.
i walked in only to see a flustered alex and brian around MY now broken guitar. "what the fucking hell!" i don't understand how they can have something drop from five feet and STILL manage to break it.
alex automatically pointed to brian blaming him. "hey, i didn't even grab the guitars!" he fired back. "i don't care who did it, you're both donating for me to buy a new one," i heaved while helping with the rest of the boxes. we set up and by the time we finished the place was already packed to the brim. "you guys can come back here," i hear a familiar voice call out. i followed it to a tiny hallway with doors on each side and saw jemma waiting for us. she led us into a room with a few couches and we all sat down.
"dane, go to alexa you're taking over for her, i need her back here," jemma said doing whatever managers did. dane left the room but not before tripping on his untied shoelaces. a few moments later a girl with a shaved head walked in. damn she was hot as hell. "okay alexa, this is brian, lynn, and alex, main members of pvris, and their drummer justin," she said pointing to us all as she called out our names. alexa made a confused face before i got up and went up to her. "hey, i'm lyndsey," i stuck out my hand and she gripped it hard. now all i can think about is what she could do with those fingers.
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Fanfiction"oh cool, so what's the name of the band" "the sheets say p virus" © ME / balenciagay
