It Used to be About Music

I sat backstage, my purple and blue microphone in my tight grip. I closed my brown eyes tightly. 10.... 9..... 8.... My dark red hair fell to my shoulders and my bangs slid in front of my face. 7.... 6..... 5.... Screams from beyond the stage pounded against my ears as our opening act finished their song. I heard my band mates talking excitedly pointing out cute or hot or sexy fans in the crowd. 4.... 3.... Our manager gave us orders quickly than ran off followed by his new assistant. 2..... 1..... The screams got louder as our opening act ran off stage and we were pushed out. Show time!  

I began singing the song I knew all to well. I wrote it about the guy I had loved but had to leave because of being in this band. Of course, the meaning has changed over time for some people but stayed the same for me. I saw my lead guitarist, Zac, smile at a girl who automatically screamed louder. I rolled my eyes and began dancing and running around stage. Once the song was finished I was out of breath and my hair was sticking to my face with sweat.

"Hello Baltimore!" I shouted earning cheers. "We're The Party Scene and thank you for having us!"

"We! Are! The! Party!" bassist, Destiny, shouted into her microphone.

"Then who the Scene?" drummer, Eric, asked Des.

Des pointed to the crowed and earned more cheers. "This amazing group of people."

"I think another song is in order just to get you guys to shut up!" I shouted back and hear the familiar notes reach my ears.  I began singing and remembered writing this with Zac. When the stage was getting to my head I began humming this and remembered home unlike the others. That was the whole point we wrote it and I made them play it every show. 

Once the show was over I thanked Baltimore again and ran off stage with my fellow band mates.

"Great show, guys!" our manager, Ryan said and gave us high fives.

"Where is your assistant?" Zac asked curiously.

"Quit." Ryan answered. "She had never heard TPS before and thought this was a different group."

I felt sad. I had liked that assistant. Mariah was the only one that could see the stage was getting to Eric's, Zac's, and Destiny's head. She was really nice and funny too. Too bad she didn't like our music. 

"I don't get why people don't like Alternative." Destiny said walking to the mini fridge and grabbing a Pepsi. "I guess people have been saying we're Pop Punk now."

"What do you think, Lexi?" Eric asked me flipping his platinum blonde hair out of his bright blue eyes.

I shook my head. "At least we like the music we play, right?"

Everyone nodded then went to find food. I slumped down on the couch and closed my eyes falling asleep instantly.

When I woke up I was in my bunk on the tour bus. I heard Zac tuning his guitar, Eric was probably brushing his hair, and Des was watching TV with Ryan. 

"We really need new mattresses." Zac complained. "Yours keeps sagging and hitting my head when I sit up!"

I rolled over hitting him again. "That's what they're for!"

"Dudes, I'm starving!" Eric said rubbing his stomach as he walked out of the bathroom. "What is there to eat?"

"Same as yesterday. And the day before." Ryan answered.

"Did you dye your hair again?" Eric asked Ryan.

"No my hair is still black. My eyes are still brown. My jeans are still skiiny jeans. My shirts are still the same. We've gone over this!" Ryan answered every question Eric had asked him the passed two weeks.