XANARCHY

1•Pre-Show

Welcome to Chapter one of 'XANARCHY' I hope you guys enjoy.

Diego

"Alright guys we got three fuckin' hours till this show. What are we boutta do?" I ask.

"Get pussy?" Steven suggests.

I mean-." I'm cut off by a knock on the door.

Steven goes and opens the door, there stands a blonde/brunette holding two cameras.

"Where's JP's bitch ass?" I ask the guys.

The girl responds, "JP wasn't feeling so hot so I took the job. I'm Camilla Wolfe, videographer, photographer, and certified bad ass."

I chuckle and look at Camilla's outfit; some ripped jeans, a t-shirt, a black sweatshirt tied around her waist, and some Converse. She's also got a blunt behind her ear.

(Ignore the Juul)
"I'm gonna set a camera up over there recording so I can get pre-show footage and snap some photos. Then I'll record your entrance to the show along with some of your songs, Betrayed, Who Are You, XANARCHY, and whatever else," she's says while setting up camera one.

She pulls the blunt from behind her ear. As she places it between her lips, Steven busts in.

"I got more weed!" He announces.

Camilla shakes her head and searches her pockets for a lighter. She gets up and reaches into one of her camera bags, pulling out a lime green lighter.

She sparks it and takes a few pulls before offering it to me. Gladly I accept. I cough slightly and take another pull. This time I cough my ass off.

"Holy hell that's good shit," I say.

She snorts and takes it back from me taking a long pull. She does it with out coughing. How? She pulls again and passes it back to me, snapping a picture of me. She stands up snapping pictures of me, Steven, and Arnold and some groupies.

A pretty girl who couldn't have been more than eighteen comes in and walks straight to me. I hand Camilla her blunt back.

"Whatchu want?" I ask her kinda rudely.

Camilla steps away from us.

The girl offers me head. I hesitantly decline. She slaps the fuck out of me and leaves.

"Stupid bitch," I yell after her.

Camilla stands there laughing her ass off, smoking her blunt. She snaps another picture of me. She bends down and puts her blunt out and grabs something else from her bag. It's a can of Monster. She proceeds to produce another one.

"Want one?" She asks.

"Sure."

She passes me the can and I tap the top and crack it open. She bends back down and pulls out a small drop shaped item.

"What in the fuck is that?" I ask her.

"Suorin drop."

"And what the cluster fuck is a Suorin drop?"

"A vape."

Wow I sound stupid as fuck. I just embarrassed myself in front of the baddest bitch on earth. Oops. Maybe I can fix my major fuck up and get her on her knees eventually. Hell maybe I'll see her at my next show and get her to flirt back with me.

Camilla

God damn it JP. You chose now to get sick. I really don't wanna do the photo shoot. Lil Xan of all people too. I just wanna stay home and get high away from him. He stay doing to much. I roll my eyes as I pack up both my cameras, two Monsters, my Suorin drop, a blunt, and a lime green lighter, along with my charger cords.

My Uber pulls up about five minutes later. The driver was friendly and quite chatty as he took me to the venue. He dropped me off and I thanked him for the ride. Security tries to haggle me as I walk up.

"I'm here for JP. I'm the photographer for Xan's show tonight."

The guys chatter amongst themselves as they let me in. I nod and make my way back to where Xan and the rest of the crew are. I hear the commotion and stop in front of a door and knock.
Steven opens the door and lets me in. Steven walks out as I walk out.

"Where's JP bitch ass?" Xan asks.

"JP wasn't feeling so hot so I took the job. I'm Camilla Wolfe, videographer, photographer, and certified bad ass."

Xan eyeballs me. I rolls my eyes and start setting up.

I set up my tripod and place the camera on it recording Xan and the guys chilling before the show. I reach behind my ear and pull out the blunt. Patting my pockets, I frequently search for my lighter. I remember I threw it into one of my camera bags. I pull out the lime green Bic lighter, sparking my blunt.

When I take my first pull from it I see Xan staring at me again. On the second pull I offer it to him. He accepts it a little too eagerly. He drags off of it and starts coughing slightly. Shaking his head he takes another pull, this time he coughs his ass off. I can't help but bust out laughing. I take it back and hit again. He's still coughing when I put the blunt out. Some bimbo walks in and starts flirting with Xan leaving him in an awkward situation.

"Stupid bitch," he yells after her.

I pull my Suorin drop out of my bag. He looks quizzically at it.

"What in the fuck is that?" He asks.

"A Suorin drop."

"And what in the cluster fuck is a Suorin drop?"

"A vape," I say in a duh tone.

His face turns bright red. He's embarrassed. I laugh slightly. He smiles and scratches the back of his neck. I snap a picture of his smile. He looks me up and down. I snap another picture of him as I pull from the Suorin. His tattooed face scrunches slightly. About twenty minutes later Arnold and Steven come back from where ever they went and tell us it's almost time for the show. Xan pulls his sweatshirt off and tosses it onto the back of the couch pulling on a different black 'XANARCHY' hoodie. He nods his head. I grab my camera and follow him out of the room. We walk quietly to the stage, Xan getting into the zone. He shakes his hands and wipes them on his pants. He shakes his hands one last time and runs out on the stage.