𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | F. Iero

Chapter Eight: Benvenuto in Italia

    After about a week of us all figuring everything out and settling into the new bus, they finally had another show, and an interview. It went great, and this was quickly followed by six more shows all throughout Spain. We finally left Spain and set off for France. We had a week before the boys had another interview. I didn't speak a word of French and neither did any of the boys, but luckily, the interviewer spoke English... barely.

    "So, what do you think... uh, got you famous?" she asked, reading off of her paper. This was the last question before she was going to ask them fan questions.

    "Well, we worked hard and we never gave up. Also, um, our tour with The Used, being the openers, that really helped us out a lot," Ray answered quickly. She nodded, turning back to her paper.

    "Okay, time for the... fan questions. They wanted to know if Bailey Graves is still with you?"

    "Yes!" Frank smiled excitedly and I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him. "Bai-ley, Bai-ley, Bai-ley, Bai-ley." His chanting soon turned into all of them chanting loudly for me. Before I knew it, there was a chorus of my name all throughout the bus. Even the driver was in on it! I rolled my eyes and trudged over to them, sitting in front of Frank just like how we had in the interview in New Jersey.

    She eyed us up for a second before turning back to her question sheet. "How did you all meet her?" She asked, not looking at her question sheet.

    "I met Frank while having a meltdown at work, my hand was bleeding and I was punching a wall. He calmed me down, then I got fired. We were friends for a week, before my sister kicked me out, and then he invited me on his bus where I met the guys. There's the shortened version," I smirked. A few more boring questions, some involving me, some not, before we could finally leave. I'd never been a fan of interviews. Although, when I was a little girl I had dreamed of being interviewed.

    Six shows in France, then we left for Italy. I couldn't even contain my excitement the whole time. I was almost certainly irritating the hell out of the guys, but I didn't care too much. I was going to be in Italy! I had always dreamed of moving to Italy. I'd even learned Italian.

    When we finally stopped in Venice, I practically jumped off the bus. Why hadn't we just stopped in any of the other cities? When I had set foot on the ground, all of my troubles melted away. I pulled out my phone and, despite how upset I was at her, called my mom. She answered after the second ring and spoke frantically.

    "Bailey? Bailey, where the hell are you?!" she screamed at me.

    "Mom... I'm in Venice."

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    Frank and I were sitting outside, leaning against the bus. Frank was smoking a cigarette while I was listening to music. We had been talking mindlessly about absolutely nothing for a while now. He tapped on my shoulder so I pulled out my earbuds.

    I raised an eyebrow at him and he only smiled, saying "are you Italian?"

    "What could have clued you in?" I said sarcastically, smirking. "Maybe it was the fact that I was freaking out until we got here. Or maybe it was when that woman came up to us I started speaking Italian."

    "Maybe you just like Italy. How could I know?" he giggled. I shook my head, smiling to myself.

    He finished his cigarette and stuffed it in his pocket, waiting to go inside to throw it out in a trashcan, properly. We sat in silence for a moment, for I didn't put my earbuds back in.