Band Camp. (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

(I wanted to go ahead and let everyone know, I AM American, I do not know AUS holidays or seasons, so everything here is based on American holidays and seasons... Sorry guys. I hope you all still really like this one!)

Everyone here had been hand picked by some of the best bands in the world. (Fall Out Boy was the main one) It was an honor to be able to come here. “Summer Rock Camp” was the best place on earth as far as I'm concerned. I've been coming here since I was 15, and I still love it just as much. It's one of the only places I've really felt like myself. At the camp, there's a competition. Every band that gets approved after their senior year summer, gets a record deal. At the end of the summer, there's this big competition that everyone 18 and over joins, you go up on stage, in front of all the younger artists, play a song, then get judged. It takes a week for the whole contest to play out, then on Saturday night, all the bands that compete, go on stage, and are placed. Only 5 bands make it, out of the usual 15 that preform. 

Me being a solo artist, it was hard to make it this far. The camp is held in the deep out back of Australia, Alice Springs. I'm from Perth, which is quite a long drive, good thing the camp is small and they send out a bus. I could never drive that far... It's blazing outside, it's the middle of June. Which means, only July will be worse. The camp has little cabins, the bigger your group, the bigger your cabin. The biggest cabin I've seen, 9 people were in it. There's a big and beautiful pool, a cafe, and a whole building, with just studios. It's late, probably around 3 in the morning. The camp is quiet, the best time for working on music. 

I sit on the porch of my cabin, strumming on my guitar. The cabins are spaced apart evenly, and the camp is asleep. The only lights in the whole camp are above the pool, which is one row of cabins in front of mine. I yawn and continue slowly strumming. I haven't slept in a few days, three exactly. My insomnia has been acting up since I got here. I take meds for it, but they just haven't been affective. 

I hear a creak from around my cabin, so I sit the guitar down, and walk down the steps. 

“Hello?” I call and hear some snickering and footsteps. I peer around the sides of my cabin, only to see no one. On the right side of my cabin, written in shaving cream is “U R A QT” I laugh at the way it's spelled and pull my phone out of the pocket of my shirt. I take a picture, then head up into my cabin. The cabins are really rustic, mine has a small bedroom, which is also the living room, a mini kitchen, and a small bathroom. The walls are wooden, and decorated in Christmas lights. There's only two posters hung in my room. One of Fall Out Boy, signed, and one of my best friend and I, which he had printed into a poster for my 18th birthday. His name is Zack, and he is 20. He isn't musical at all, which is sad, but he likes to paint, a lot. Back home in my parent's house, my whole room was painted and designed by him, for my 16th birthday. He has a boyfriend, named Danny, and they have been dating since Danny was 14 and he was 16. He's a lovely guy, they both are. 

Here at camp, you have two things to do everyday. You have a studio time, and a certain class you have to attend, which is kind of like a study hall, but for music. People write in there, play, sing. Whatever really. 

I change out of my sweatpants and head to the small closet. I pull on leggings and a long blue tee shirt, with a diagram of a guitar on it. I slip on my black Vans and put my hair in a side braid quickly. It's brown and wavy, with red, blue, and hot pink chunks. I place my contacts in my dark blue eyes and blink a few times.  They always feel weird at first. I walk out of the cabin and make my way to the Cafe. It's open 24 hours, just like the little convenient store by the pool,(The Pool Store) and the pool itself. I push the door open and take a seat at the bar. A group of boys are sitting at the corner table and laughing. I smile to myself and order a coffee. I sip the coffee and think. I really should call my parents, it's been a while since I've spoken to them.