The thing that got to me the most was that I wasn't that only person noticing what was happening...I believe that all the other bands noticed. Ugh they're all so humble with their fans and success-i cant go home to my mother saying that I didn't make it, im already a disappointment to her after making this decision.
I sat on the couch in the dressing room, i was hugging my turtle pillow that my grandmother gave before going to Warped-Tour.
That's when Alex and Jack walked in, may i add loudly?
"Hey, little tacos. That show was crazy right?"
Vic looked up from his phone, and put on a small smile. It was a fake one. I guess everyone bought it.
"Yea...it was"
I felt the cushion next to me sink in. I glanced over to right to see the young Lebanese dude next to me. Ugh.
"Why are you so quiet?"
"Because nobody plans a murder out loud"...but i only said that in my head.
Instead i just shrugged my shoulders, hoping that he would get up leave and be the successful little bitch he was...but of course that didn't happen, i guess while i was talking to my self the other guys had a full discussion about leaving somewhere.
Because they all got up and left...leaving me with Jack, this will be interesting.
"Hey, turtle"- i looked at him with pure hate...nobody calls me turtle except the little bit of fans we have and my closes friends. Jack. Not being one.
I guess he got the hint and corrected his self.
"I mean Tony. Would like to come over my house? Like..me and Alex think your cool, and your quiet-and we kinda want you to have some one out of your band to open up to"
"Did vic tell you to do this?" I asked bluntly.
"Umm..yea"
"Okay ill come over"
If only he know what was coming.
