Warped Love

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First day of Warped tour & I had already downed 6 Rockstar energy drinks. This tour was literally just a huge test on weather you're a pussy or not. Last year was our first year & of course I lost my voice halfway through. But this year I was fucking determined to beat the shit out of warped. We just released a new album, which kicks ass, and I was ready to fuck shit up.

Hi, I'm Shelby, or Shel. Call me whatever ya want. I stand at an incredible 5'3 (note my heavy sarcasm) I'm quite skinny, even though I eat like you couldn't imagine. I have big round eyes and long black hair. I'm highly sarcastic, I like to have fun.

"You play at 11:30 and have a signing at 3." Pete, Warped Tour's set time manager, told Parker & I. I was so excited to finally play. I miss jumping in the crowds and moshing. Parker & I had press until 10 so we headed over there first, and doors didn't open until 11 so we didn't get stopped.

"So, girls, what bands did you listen to growing up?" Oh good, an actual question that doesn't have to do with my rivalry with Dick Quinn or what genre I label our band. (Um, I don't know, whatever the fuck I feel like singing?) Parker starts talking. Thank god because I was too busy staring at that guy's ass, who is that? Damn.

"Shelby? Anything to add?" Parker nudges me. "Oh, uh, yeah. I like anything with a fast beat, something heavy. But I listen to everything." I nod my head, looking around. I swear to god I can't focus on one thing for longer than 2 minutes. This is why interviews are terrible for me. The interviewer looks energetic, like she just had a couple of energy drinks, or a line of coke. I probably look the same.

"So who writes the lyrics in the band?" I like this question so I speak up, "Parker & I write all the lyrics. Some are very deep and personal and some are angry and pissed off. That's what I like about our band, we don't have a specific genre or anything. We have pop-punk kind of songs, and we have heavy, fast paced songs that I get to scream my heart out on and bang my head to. We write what we feel and play it however the fuck we want." I grin. The interviewer smiles and nods. "Okay, one last question, this is a fun one. Who are your celebrity crushes?"

I grin, "Mine would probably be Michael Clifford." "From 5 Seconds of summer?" The interviewer asks. "Yeah, he's insanely hot. And I like guitarists." She laughs then turns to Parker, "Yours?" Parker blushes. "I'd have to say Scarlett Johansson. She's totally badass." She smirks. "Get it Parker." I whisper under my breath. She kicks me.

"Shelby! Come on! We go on in 10 minutes!" Parker is yelling at me from 3 tents down. "Dude, chill, I'm coming. I had to get some weed socks, duh." I chuckle and put my arm around her shoulder as I catch up to her. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, we're on warped tour." I gesture my hand to the crowds of people. "This is the dream."

We get to the stage and everyone is ready. I grab my mic and Parker grabs hers plus her guitar. We walk on stage. The crowd is huge, probably because we're playing mainstage & half these people are waiting for Sleeping with dickheads, oops I mean Sirens.

"HOW COULD WE LIVE LIKE THI-" And then I see him. Brown hair, blue shirt, those same creepy eyes that I used to love. I choke. My heart stops. My breath catches in my throat. Why is he here, this isn't happening. I can't breathe, I'm having a panic attack. The band quickly recovers for me but I can't do anything. Parker looks over at me, confused. I point to where he is then run backstage and try to calm down. Parker stops the song. "I swear to fucking god if I see you here again there won't be any security guards. It'll just be you getting ripped to shreds by me. I want the dude in the blue right there to be thrown out and never come NEAR Warped as long as we're playing." The security guards pull him out of the crowd & he is escorted through the exit. "Hey guys, sorry about that. Kinda cut our set short. But Shelby & I will be doing a signing at 3 and we'll be walking around so come say hey!" She walks backstage. "Hey, you okay? That was intense." I nod and stand up. "I hate being so fucking afraid of him." I put my head in my shaking hands. "I feel like a mouse being chased by a cat." She hugs me. "It's alright, he's not going to come near you ever again."

"FOOOOOOOD!" I approach the catering line, holy shit I want everything. Other band members volunteer to serve the food, like lunch ladies. I guess it's a good thing I don't, I'd just eat all the food. "Oh look, it's your best friend." Parker whispers in my ear. Of course, none other than Kellin Quinn. I slide my tray down the line. "Oh hey there buddy, gonna spit in my food?" He looks up, looking pissed off & tired, guess he can't handle the first day of Warped. "Don't start, Shelby. I'm not in the mood." He puts mac & cheese on my plastic styrofoam plate. I smirk then continue down the line.

Parker & I sit at one of the picnic tables by ourselves. I'm too afraid to sit with other bandmembers, or I should say, my idols, so I usually keep to myself unless they come up to me. I mean, come on, how do you expect me to go up to Austin Carlile casually?

I get a twitter notification.. NO WAY. "PARKER. Michael Clifford just tweeted me." "WHAT DID HE SAY?" I hurry to click the tweet. "So i'm @AllForShel's celebrity crush? Just so happens I'm a huge fan of @AllForNothing.. guess I'll have to come to a show ;)" My mouth is hanging open. "HE PUT A WINKY FACE." Parker screams.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. The entire day I was still really paranoid and on-edge. But tomorrow we were playing in LA & it was going to be huge.