Our Story So Far

Chapter 2

"Do you think we're going to have our own dressing room?!" Drake asked excitedly as we stepped foot into the long hallway that would eventually lead backstage.

"Well duh, we're not going to be changing on stage." Luke said poking him in the ribcage. Drake made a face at him and before Luke could get the kid in a headlock, I intervened.

"Enough guys. We don't need everyone staring at us like we're a bunch of stupid kids." I groaned.

"Well you guys are a bunch of stupid kids." Luke said pulling out his "I'm still older than you" smile.

"You're not even legally old enough to drink, dummy." I retorted.

"The key word in that sentence being legally." Luke winked at me and I cracked a smile. Back when Luke was still in college he would invite me and Drake up to come visit him. During the day we would do all this lame shit like taking a tours of the library and the outdoor commons, but at night Luke would take us to some pretty awesome parties. Turns out our oldest brother wasn't as lame as he appeared to be.

"Whatever. Just behave yourselves." I said nudging both Will and Drake as a man in a headset and clipboard approached us.

"Are you guys Confession?" The guy asked not looking up.

"Yep." Will answered for us. The man checked something off and slipped the clipboard under his arm.

"Cool. My name is Tucker, I'm the stage manager here and I'll be following you guys on tour." He said shaking each one of our hands. He seemed like a chill guy despite the fact that he was probably the same age as my dad, about 47. After we went through the rest of the introductions Tucker lead us to our dressing room. Before he opened the door he gave us a fair warning. "Try not to get too attached because we're only playing two shows here." I tried to figure out what he meant by that but then the door swung open and I was lost for words.

"Okay this is officially the coolest thing I've ever seen." Will said running past me took go look at everything.

"Seriously, can I live here?" Luke asked stretching out on a red leather couch.

Tucker chuckled and whipped out his clipboard. "Here's your schedule- you guys have an interview in about an hour and then it's off to choreography straight after." He said handing me a slip of paper. I handed it straight off to Ashley who started automatically plugging everything into her phone.

"And after that you guys have a wardrobe fitting and then sound check!" Ashley said into her Blackberry. Clothes? I spun around and gave her a wide-eyed hyper stare.

"Oh my god yes!" I said excitedly. I loved wearing new clothes, especially when I didn't have to pay for them. Ashley laughed.

"And I informed them of your clothing style and what you like," she continued to type. "so you don't need to worry about not looking like you." I grinned at her. Luke was right; she was officially the best manager we've ever had.

"You're the best!" I pulled her into a quick hug. I was about to say something else when something metallic and shiny caught my eye in the corner of the room. I immediately flocked to it like a raven. Oh. My. God. It can't be. I thought to myself. "Guys!" I surprisingly managed to get their undivided attention. "We. Have. An ice cream machine." I said still in shock.

"No freaking way." Will said pausing his game of Halo. Luke dropped his game controller on the floor and bounded over to where I stood.

"It's beautiful." Drake drawled, hypnotized by the whirring machine.

"And there's toppings!" Will said weaseling between my legs to open the cabinet under the machine. He came back up carrying small tubs of gummy bears, cookie dough pieces, and sprinkles.