I jumped around outside of our bus, waiting for the rest of the guys to get off. I pulled out my phone to send a tweet.
'@KaylaMIW: First time EVER at Warped. Let's fuck some shit up.'
I stuffed my phone back in my pocket as Angelo ran off the bus, picking me up and shouting like a fool. I giggled, covering my eyes with my hands.
Angelo sat me down and grabbed my hand playfully, laughing as I skipped along beside him. We walked down the long line of buses until we found our Manager, Tim. He told us that we were going on at 3 on the Kevin Says Stage. We all pulled our phones out and updated Twitter, letting everyone know where we would be.
It was pretty early, so we didn't need to start getting ready or anything. I walked around, stopping at nearly all the booths and talking to the other bands. As I was walking back to the bus, two guys stopped me.
"You're Kayla, right?" The tallest one asked.
"That would be me."
They exchanged excited glances. "Can we take a picture with you?"
I smiled, nodding my head quickly before standing with each of them, throwing up horns, and waiting for the snap of the picture.
"Thanks, a lot!" One of the boys said before turning and walking with his friend back in the direction they'd came from.
I giggled quietly, walking quickly back to the bus. Angelo and Ricky were starting to unload things from the trailer. I pulled out my phone. 1:59. Shit. I felt my stomach drop, realizing just how nervous I really was.
I hopped onto the bus, running passed the boys and avoiding their worried glances as I rushed into the bathroom, yanking my hair away from my face before vomiting into the toilet. I groaned, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
"Kayla, are you okay? Open the door." Chris' soothing voice called from outside the door.
"I'm fine." I groaned before continuing to get sick.
I heard the doorknob jiggle a little but finally give way. Fucking old ass bus. Chris came quickly to sit next to me, grabbing my hair into his big hands and holding it behind my head, feeling my cheeks and forehead for a fever.
"Did you eat something bad?" He asked quietly after I'd stopped, wiping my mouth on a towel from the rack.
"No, no." I moaned, laying my head gently against him. "I'm just nervous."
He chuckled, hoisting me up onto his lap and stroking my hair. "It's going to be fine. I promise, it isn't as scary as it seems."
I sighed, standing up and pulling Chris up with me, walking slowly out of the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before we made it out the door. My face was pale white, paler than usual, my eyes bloodshot.
As we walked out of the bathroom, Angelo hopped on the bus, stopping in his tracks when he saw me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, walking quickly over to me.
"I'm fine." I whispered. "I'm just nervous."
"I can get Balz to get your guitar ready so you can relax." Chris said, walking past us.
"No!" I shouted, grabbing Chris' arm. "I don't want him going anywhere near my baby. He dropped my last one."
I brushed past him as he laughed, hopping off the bus and strolling to the trailer. I found my guitar safely in the back and pulled it off the trailer before grabbed the rest of my stuff and walking with Devin to the Kevin Says stage.
