Who Do You Love? Josh Ramsay of Marianas Trench Fanfiction

Chapter 1: The meeting

I woke up this morning thinking I was gonna start this week on a good foot. I was wrong. Currently I'm sprinting, and I mean it when I say sprinting, to class because I slept through all my alarms. Joyous. "Excuse me," I yelled to strangers while I ran. I want to say this isn't normal, but it's sadly a daily thing. I glanced at my phone, "shit." I had about 5 minutes until class and I couldn't see the door to the auditorium yet. Right when 9:00 AM hit I burst through the door.

"Ms. Young, you were once again, almost late."

"But, I wasn't." Defending myself almost everyday gets boring, but I've never been late. I proceeded my way toward the production booth in the back of the auditorium. I took my seat while my professor, Mr. Moore, continued to talk. I heard the chair next to me squeak slightly.

"I'm still confused as to why you're wasting money here when you could've been doing this for years." My mentor and long time friend, Garrett said. I started to think, and I still believe he's wrong.

"I can't be a stagehand forever, Garrett. You and I both know that." I shook my head along with the thought. I'm currently in college at 28 years old, and so far, I don't regret it. After I graduated high school, I went on for a year or two not really having a career path. When I was 20, I started working as a local stagehand at a theater near my apartment. After a year of that, I joined a band called We The Kings for a tour titled Glamour Kills. I continued to tour with bands as a lighting designer and rigger until 2012. That was the year I decided I needed a real job. So here I am, in college. Currently studying to become a professional stage manager. But between you and I, it's just a fancy stagehand. I pushed my attention back to my professor.

"This is 40% of your final grade. This is the most important week for most of you," I could feel him staring at me as I looked down, this was my last class I needed to graduate. "We're putting together a concert this week. The show is this Saturday. Everything you do this week will depend on how the show goes. All of you will be given jobs," My heart started pounding. This is exactly what I needed to show him I'm serious about what I do. "But, I'll let them do the talking now. Everyone, meet Marianas Trench." I sat there and thought for a moment, I don't think I've ever heard of them. I watched them take their places in a line across the stage.

"Hi everyone, we're Marianas Trench. We come all the way from Vancouver, Canada. I'm Josh, this is Matt, Mike, and Ian." I tried to follow his finger while he pointed. The first one he pointed to was adorable, he had shaggy brown hair and seemed awkward. The second guy had a black mohawk and smiled a lot, not my type of person. The last person had the curliest hair I'd ever seen and didn't look like he cared that much. The one speaking look.. Well, pretentious. I know, you shouldn't judge people, but he just screams pretentious. "You'll mostly be working with me this week, toward the end of the week the guys will come in to work out the technical stuff," I sighed at the idea of working with him. "Now if I could meet the stage manager."

"Arianna Young." I heard my professor say.

"Fuck me," I whispered under my breath. I heard Garrett chuckle behind me as I stood up. The conversation up front continued as they introduced people. I turned to Garrett, "I swear, I hate famous people. He looks so pretentious, right? Right?" I heard him laughing. "What's so funny, Garrett?" He pointed behind me. I slowly turned on my heel as my eyes lingered up to the one I labeled pretentious.

"Nice to meet you, too." He chuckled, thank God. "I'm Josh." He extended his hand toward me.

"Arianna," I shook his hand firmly. "Listen I'm so sorry I hon-"

"No, you're probably right. I probably do look pretentious."

"Okay everyone, class is over. I'll see all of you ON TIME tomorrow." Professor Moore shouted from the stage.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should you go?"

"Well, I never really leave. This is my last and only class this semester."

"Oh, really?" He squinted as we walked toward the stage. "Are you even experienced in this kind of stuff?" I turned around and faced him.

"Excuse me?"

"This doesn't seem like something a girl like you would do."

"A girl like me?" I took a step toward him.

"Well, yeah. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, makeup done. You're too put together for this."

"Listen up, I've been in this business for 8 years now. I've toured American as a lighting designer and rigger. I've left everything behind to follow my dreams. And my makeup is from yesterday."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Are you done?" I started walking back towards the stage.

"Strike one, Ramsay. You only get three." I stated, holding up 3 fingers. I heard footsteps and a small laugh.

"Okay, I've got it."   

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi everyone! This is my first book. I'd appreciate feedback of any kind. :)