Dont Panic! [All Time Low]

p r o l o g u e

November 23rd, 2012.

"Thank you, Baltimore!" Alex screamed into his mic. It was the last show of our 'Rock Show At The End Of The World' tour, and tears brimmed in our Lead singers' eyes as they always did at the end of every tour. The crowd cheered as the lights started to dim. "You've been amazing tonight, Thank you and goodnight!" The lights switched off completely and the entire venue shook with the cheers of the fans. We left the stage, sweaty and out of breath. Alex patted my back and grinned at me, as we congratulated each other for another awesome show. The four of us made our way to the dressing room, had a shower and changed into something more comfortable. I sighed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Apparently, The crew, along with Alex, Zack, Rian and myself, would be going to our Tour Manager, Matt Flyzik's house for a little farewell get together. Matt was too professional to call them parties, but we all knew that was what they were, parties. We all headed out to our tour bus to pack up the last of our things, before we made our way to Flyzik's house.

"Jack, wait!" I turned around to see Courtney, our merch girl, running towards me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. "I'm not going to Matt's for the party, so I'll see you around?" I nodded and stood back, thinking for a minute.

"Wait, wasn't this your last tour with us?" She nodded and I pouted. "Then why aren't you coming?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Not feeling great, to be honest," She mumbled, rubbing her temples, but smiling up at me. "Anyways, keep in contact with me, Barakat!" She yelled as she began to run away, her short, copper hair flowing in the wind.

"See you around, Court!" I grinned to myself, stepping onto the tour bus for the last time for at least a few months. I strolled to my bunk and started to pack up all of my shit, throwing my clothes into an empty rucksack I found laying on the floor. Alex, Rian and Zack had already cleared out their bunks, and mine was the only one left. I put all of my belongings into a small suitcase and made sure the bunk was empty before leaving again. I walked back into the venue to find the rest of the gang, so we could leave. As expected, the rest of the band were meeting fans by the gates and so I joined them, leaving my things at the door of the venue so Matt could collect them. I grinned at Zack who was seeing if he could lift some fans, and he could, almost effortlessly. After signing about fifty different copies of our new CD and taking pictures with nearly all of the fans, we left. The band all took one car, with Alex driving. Rian sat in the passenger seat, with a pair of drumsticks in his hand, banging on the dashboard. Zack was next to me in the backseat, and he was simply on his phone. Alex was humming along to the radio, tapping his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. I tweeted some fans who were at the show that night, and tweeted some others who weren't able to make it, as they were sick. Maybe Courtney just caught their sickness. You fucking dumb ass, She couldn't have caught their sickness if they weren't fucking there. I mentally slapped myself and shook my head. We eventually arrived outside the house, and the car stopped. Alex walked around to the trunk and took out a tray of beer with a huge grin on his face. He winked at me before entering the noisy house. I followed with the other two and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed myself a cup filled with some sort of alcoholic beverage and went looking for our crew. I found them after only 30 seconds searching and joined in with their laughing and joking. After about an hour, everyone had arrived and we were pretty much shit faced already. Giggling like a child, Alex raised his cup into the air in a toast.

"To the end of the world!" He said, grinning. Everyone clinked their drinks together.

"To the end of the world." I mumbled, smiling at the little joke that had been way too over used on the tour.