Oh, Calamity!

When I was younger I was certain

□□ There's a story at the bottom of this bottle. □□

She waited patiently for her boyfriend, Jack Barakat - the lead guitarist of the band All Time Low. He was still inside the building with the vocalist and guitarist, Alex Gaskarth. They picked her up to bring along to the headquarters of Hopeless Records, but there she was, passing time inside the van.

She glanced on the open tight windows to see Zack Merrick, the bassist and Rian Dawson, the drummer. They were all smiles as they were walking towards Kirsten. On their hands was a hoodie with cat ears sewn into it. What she felt was like a Déjà Vu. She was positive that she already saw that hoodie before, but it was just a sketch.

She didn't know what was the hoodie for. They have more important things to do than picking out clothes, like getting her a slot for the upcoming Hopeless Europe Tour - the grand concert tour of the artists from the Hopeless Records Label in Europe!

The two just dumped the hoodie to Kirsten and smirked at her, then went back to the building. As Kirsten saw them opened the entrance door, Jack was running out of it, his arms raised like a crazy fan girl on a concert.

"Kirsten!" he called out. Hearing her name screamed out by Jack made Kirsten's heart flutter. "You're coming with us!" He almost screamed at her face.

She can't bring herself to believe that she was going on a tour with them, and to recall that it will all happen in Europe! She was just all smiles! She never thought that one day, she'll get to perform in front of many people who shares the love of music with her. She never imagined that her fears in public would go away and that she would look forward to a performance.

If it wasn't for that one fateful day, she wouldn't have been existing for All Time Low.

Alarm Clock FX: Lost in Stereo! Lost in Stereo!

Her loud alarm tone echoed back and forth on the four corners of her room. It woke her up from the most beautiful dream she had for that year so far. Her ultimate crush as her boyfriend? If she has the power not to wake up on that dream anymore, she definitely would. Her blanket was still intact, but half of it was on the bed above her shoulders as her body lay down on the cold floor.

It's already time to wake up, but she climbed up back to her bed quickly and closed her eyes. She tried to get back to the dream of where she was going to hang out with All Time Low. She forced her eyes to keep shut even if the sun was peeking through her windows. She tried to sleep but after a couple of minutes, she just got more awake.

She went straight to the bathroom and opened the shower. She shook her body a little to get warmer before getting on a cold wild and wet concert where she's the singer, the drummer, effects guy, lead guitarist and the crowd.

After the shampoo and bubbly soap, she immediately shook her hands, as she held on to the invisible drum sticks like there was a floating drum set in front of her. The water from the shower flowed down slowly on her hair. The bubbles covering her body were slowly washed away.

She sang a lot of songs from their album, mostly from the STD version. If you would ask the set list order, she could tell it to you, along with the speeches and punch lines. She threw the invisible drumsticks away to her imaginary crowd as she prepared herself for the acoustic part.

"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past two in the morning. He hasn't been sober for days."

She sang with her all of her heart. She closed her eyes and let the water from the shower flow through her face. She was singing and banging her head unnecessarily, just like the drum sticks.

The images formed by the lyrics of the song were flashing inside her head.

She got bored and sang the other part of the song. It's almost on her favorite part.

"Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor, to find my whoever, wherever she may be."

She breathes in and started to sing at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed inside the small tiled bathroom. The sound of the water dripping mixed with the sound of her voice.

"I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me.

I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind,"

Her voice started to crack, she sounded like crying. A little tear mixed up with the droplets of water on her face. She often gets emotional on that part. She puts her feet on the perspective of the one who wrote the song. She will eventually get too emotional on it.

"Keeping an eye on the world with so many thousands of feet off the ground.

I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head" 
She knew it wasn't her part anymore, but she continued singing until the last note. Until the line where it was supposed to be a response.

"..I guess I'll go home...”

And the crowd screamed wild inside her head! People screaming and jumping. People cheering her on and wiping the tears from their eyes. She smiled at them as she stared blankly on the tiled wall.

She knew she was acting crazy and too ambitious. But it is just the bathroom and her. No one knew what she was doing inside. Except the faint sounds of her singing voice that were heard from the outside. Many are wondering what was taking her so long.

Little did they know that she was having a gig inside. She gets to be the singer, the guitars and the drums. She also plays the part of the back-up vocals.

The bathroom is her concert hall and everything else is in her head. Singing is her emotional outlet. She already made up her mind though, that her voice is not fit with the genre she likes, and that doesn't bother her at all. She's just happy for what she has and all the music she can listen to, and sing along too.

She smiled sweetly as she rinses off the shampoo on her hair. She brushed her teeth, still not stopping from singing another classic hit of All Time Low.

"I got your picture!" She raised her free hand in the air and slammed it downwards, "I'm fucking coming with you. Dear Maria, Count me in. There's a story at the blugrghrhg." She rinsed off her mouth and started drying herself off.

"There's a story at the bottom of this bottle."She banged her head again into the beat of the drums inside her head. She was still following the Straight to DVD version.

She was still humming as she walked back to her room to dress up.

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