On the Road- Awsten Knight Waterparks

Chapter Four

A/N I'm seeing people are adding on the road to their reading lists. It means so much to me. Thank you so much!

Awsten's POV:

After we finished our food, we headed back for sound check. The support bands (a/n I cba adding support bands into the story so pretend they are if it pleases you) sound check was going smoothly and I was sat at the bar scrolling through my Twitter, drinking you guessed it, orange juice.

Isla watched the soundcheck from the sound pit at the back of the room with the venues sound tech. She was listening so closely, trying to pick up any faults in the equipment.

Once she made some of the adjustments she needed to it was our turn, Otto grabbed his drumsticks and got behind his love.

"Hey Isla, please could you come here a sec?" Otto called Isla over, who happily obliged. I was putting my guitar on and plugging it in.

"I just thought I'd let you know that I like my high hats a little higher. Sorry for being a diva but it really messes with me. I'll do one, you do the other?" Isla smiled and nodded, adjusting Otto's drums.

After that we went through our set with hardly any problems.

Once we had finished, I went to the tour bus to grab my clothes and toiletries, so I could shower and change in the venue and have more space doing so.

After my shower, I went onto the tour bus to make myself a noodle cup. There was this electric kettle there that boils water quickly. (A/n this is a meme in England. Apparently Americans don't have kettles, like the electric ones.) I turned on the kettle at the socket and nothing happened.

"Isla! Help!" Isla got down from her bunk and came over to me in the kitchenette.

"What are you doing?" She looked at me confused.

"How do I turn this on? I'm trying to make a noodle cup." She burst out laughing, slapping her knee.

"Oh honey. You just flick the switch." She flicked the switch on the side of the kettle, that I could have sworn wasn't there before.

"You're seriously just going to have a pot noodle for your tea?" She pointed at my measly meal.

"No I'm going to have a noodle cup for my dinner. You speak weird!" I stuck my tongue out. Isla took my noodle cup away from me and started to search the cupboards, picking things out.

"Isla. What are you doing?" I tapped her repeatedly, like a 5 year old.

"I'm making you and the boys a decent meal. I'm not having your first pre show meal being a pot noodle." She picked out a pan and placed them on the counter.

"How are you going to cook 4 people a meal on one stove hob, microwave and a kettle?" I looked at her questioningly.

"Do not underestimate me, son." I laughed. Isla pointed at me with a carrot. Where the heck did she get a carrot from?

"Did you just call me son?" I snorted and Isla started to cut up some vegetables.

"I did indeed. Now how does my mum's homemade rustic minestrone soup sound?" My stomach groaned in hunger.

"Beautiful. What can I do to help?" She picked up a potato and a knife.

"Chop the carrots into slices like this." She took another knife and partially chopped a carrot, before handing the knife to me.

Isla chopped the potatoes and some celery up then put them in the pan.

"Where did you find all of this?" I laughed.