I stood in the small tent with Chris, waiting to be interviewed by an awkward looking blonde haired boy. He came over and stood between us.
"3, 2, 1. Hey guys, I'm here with Motionless In White. If I could get you both to introduce yourself and say your role in the band."
"I'm Chris and I sing."
"I'm Kayla, I play guitar."
We went through a lot of odd questions about porn star names and what we wanted written on our tombstone. There was a lot of laughing and joking.
"Let's do a few serious ones, eh?" The boy said. Chris and I both nodded, still chuckling from the last question.
"Okay, Kayla, what's it like being the new kid of the group?"
I cleared my throat. "It's not as bad as it sounds." Chris laughed. "They give me a lot of shit for being the youngest, though." I laughed, giving Chris the finger playfully.
"What's it like having a girl in the band?" He pointed the microphone at Chris.
"It's... definitely different." I laughed. "We're used to, y'know, walking around the bus in our boxers, not caring cause there weren't any girls. Now we can't do that." He grinned.
The boy laughed. "So what was up with that fight a few weeks ago?"
I looked at Chris, refusing to say anything of the fight.
"Uh, a couple of guys were being dumbasses. Ricky and I just kind of lost it, and Kayla got pissed trying to hold us off. It was pretty fun." I glared at him, and the boy turned to me.
"Last time I interviewed you guys, Ryan Sitkowski was one of your guitarists. Kayla, what's it like replacing such a great musician?"
A lump rose in my throat, and Chris tensed up at the mention of Ryan. I had to be careful not to slip up here.
"It's a big challenge, living up to the role he played in the band."
He nodded and I let out a sigh of relief. We went through at least 40 more questions, ranging from Fuck One, Marry One, Kill One to some more serious ones. After the interview was over, Chris and I walked back, just in time for bus call.
I hoisted myself up into my bunk and pulled out my phone, dialing Ryan's number.
"Hello?" He answered on the second ring.
"Hi." I giggled quietly, careful to not let the guys hear me.
"Hey, baby. How was your day?"
"Chris and I did an interview with some blonde guy."
"Bryan Stars?"
"Uh, I think so."
He was quiet for a few minutes, I played with a loose string on my blanket while I waited for him to talk. I grew very impatient.
"We're gonna be in Philadelphia tomorrow, will you be there?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.
"I may drop by." I could hear the grin in his voice. Asshole.
"Cora!" I heard Ricky call from the other side of the bus.
I sighed. "I gotta go."
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said with a laugh before hanging up.
I tossed my phone lightly down on my pillow before hopping out of the bunk, going towards where I'd heard Ricky's voice.
"What?" I snapped when I found him.
"Can I talk to you privately?" He gave me an odd look.
I gave him a confused look, but followed him into the back room, shutting the door behind me.
"What?" I repeated.
"Who were you on the phone with?"
A lump rose in my throat. "That's none of your business."
"It was Ryan wasn't it?"
I studied his face. He didn't look angry, but he didn't look very happy either. I slowly nodded, looking at the ground as he sighed in frustration.
"Why were you talking to him?" He grabbed my chin lightly, forcing me to look at him.
So this was how I was going to die. I stared him down, reflecting his emotionless glare perfectly. I wasn't talking, he couldn't make me.
"Tell me or I'll tell Chris you were talking to him."
Damn it.
I took a deep breath, losing my eyes tight. "We're dating."
"You're what?!" He shouted. My eyes flew open and I popped a hand over his mouth, shushing him.
He gently removed my hand from over his mouth, leading me over to the couch and sitting down. I pulled my knees up to my chest, ready for his lecture.
"Why would you even consider dating him?" He looked down at me, a look of pure confusion on his face.
"Because I like him?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"If Chris finds out he's gonna be pissed."
"You mean you're not going to tell him?" I sat up, my eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
"Not unless I have to. Just think about what you're doing, Kayla."
He didn't wait for a reply before he got up and walked out of the room, leaving me confused and worried.
