War at Warped

Chapter 4: Standing with Sirens

The music starts slowing, and Andy takes a serious tone, "Alright guys, this last song is a song that I really want all of you to listen to hard. It explains why we're a band and why we love being here for you guys. And even fuckin cooler, it's name is personal to us. Jake, let's make your momma proud. This one's called Carolyn. Sing along if you know it."

"Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention

Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen

I wish to God I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance

Of looking back and knowing why, or pain of circumstance

You're not alone We'll brave this storm

So here's my song I wrote in time, when it was needed

Through pain of heart or loss of mind, your burdens lifted"

As he finishes the second verse of the song, the calm united voice of the crowd erupts into anger. Everyone looks around and I see what the commotion is about. A large group of teens much like us is approaching through the front gates. They're all in bright shirts and holding huge signs too hard to make out from the distance. As they come closer, I can see who it is: Directioners, Beliebers. The pop fans that torture all of us around the country.

A small group of them at the front center holds megaphones and are shouting, "These freaks have made themselves so much easier to get to. Their music is evil. They are just a bunch of devil-worshippers. They deserve to be taught a lesson. LET'S TEACH THEM A LESSON."

Eggs are thrown into the crowds around the stages, along with silly string and water balloons. Our screams of rage transfer to the bands, who start diving off the stages to get in between us and the intruders. Andy stands between us and them. He whistles and everyone shuts up.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asks.

"Don't worry yourself about it, freak. You and your little emo followers are just gonna get taught a lesson!" One of the girls yells into her megaphone.

"Hey, no need for name-calling, asshole!" Someone on our side screams.

"What in the hell are you guys here for? You came into our place." Ronnie Radke steps up to the area between the groups.

"We don't want to hear your evil music anymore. Your hair, your clothes, it's disgusting. You look like a bunch of depressed little girls." A girl steps up to say. Shit. I recognize that voice and peek around the people in front of me. It's Ella's friend Katherine, in all 1D clothing. I duck down and put my hood up.

"Hey you, with the purple hair. Roxxi, is that you? El, I told you she was here!" I see my sister, looking exactly like me, save for the hair and clothes, step up. Fuck. Me.

"You people make me sick. SHOW THESE PEOPLE WHAT WE THINK OF THEM."

Then they're on us. Punches are thrown, instruments are grabbed from stages and used as shields and weapons, and people begin to fall to the ground. It's so bad, the pit starts to look better than all of it.

It's not just the fans that are in on this, it the bands too. I see Bieber get socked in the nose by none other than Christian Coma. Harry Styles is yelling orders like a madman, and Max Green is fighting people off with his bass.

After about twenty minutes, the fighting finally does down. Everyone disperses and the pop kids retreat to another area of the Warped area.

"We'll be back, losers, just you wait!" Someone says into a megaphone.

"We'll be waiting, assholes!" Oli Skyes shouts back.