There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

:Chapter Four:

After the show was over, still dazed from what happened with JayyVon, I stumbled towards the bathroom, my legs about to snap in half, my head feeling like it was about to burst, and my ribs hurting like hell and fresh purple and blue blemishes all over. But I felt amazing. It was all just the most brilliant thing I have ever witnessed in my life, even though I only remember a few things about it. Especially....Jayy.

When I made it to the restroom, I went into the first open stall I saw and sat right down on the toilet to pull off my heels and rub my feet since they were about to practically fall off. As I did this, I glanced at the watch I always wore on my right wrist, along with all my BOTDF and Hello Kitty bracelets. 9:35...Okay, I have 5 minutes to build up the courage to go see whatever JayyVon wants with me. I am NOT drinking though. No matter what.....I am not smoking, either...

Eventually I got up and walked out into the cold night air, a slight breeze whipping my messy hair sprayed hair across my neck, making me shudder slightly. I really wish I had brought a jacket with me...It IS Minnesota, after all.

After a few minutes of running around trying to find where they kept the tour buses while getting strange looks from people because I was literally running like a crazy person, I finally found it. It was hidden about a block away, behind some trees in a building's parking lot. Luckily no one else had found it yet, so it would just be Jayy and I. If he even remembered I was coming.

I approached the door cautiously, trying to look through the small window beside it to see if anyone was inside. There were a few lights on from what I could tell, and I could hear someone rustling inside. It must be Jayy. Who else could it be?

I knocked on the door 3 times in a friendly sounding way - if that even makes sense? - and waited a few seconds before the person inside opened it.

"How may I help you?" I heard a female voice speak before I could see who it was. She had black hair, shaved on one side - like, completely - with leopard print tattooed on her head, which I imagine must have hurt like hell, and red-ish eye contacts in. She was very short and light on her feet, with a tiny waist - a lot like me, I realized - and I stared at her for a few seconds before recognizing her. Sally Stitches! Of course! Blood On The Dance Floor's merch girl! 

"Oh, um," I spoke nervously. This isn't exactly how I imagined meeting her, while looking for JayyVon. I've always wanted to, because she's just plain awesome and a total sweetheart. "I was actually wondering where JayyVon was? I'm meeting him here..."

"Sorry sweetie, he's not here at the moment. He said he's off at the bar near the buidling across from us," she pointed to a red blinking sign that said "Red's Tavern".

"Alright! Thank you so much Sally!" I smiled, although a bit disappointed. He'd better not be drunk off his feet when I get there....

At that, I sprinted across the street, looking both ways since it was so dark outside, over to the bar he was supposedly at. 

I opened the door to the bar and immediately smelled alcohol all over the place. I stepped inside innocently, looking around for wherever a skinny, very tall, gay, attractive, sassy boy may be at. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I went up to the counter and asked the bartender if he may have seen him. He replied with "Um, yes, I have. He's upstairs. But, how old are you? You don't look 21..."

That's when i started to panic. I didn't need to get driven home by the police just because I went into a bar when I'm only 15.  "Well...I'm 15...But I'm just looking for this...boy. I'm not trying to get a drink or anything. Just tell me where he is and I'll leave."

"Miss," He said, "I already said, he's upstairs." He started to get impatient, tapping a pen i hadn't noticed was in his hand on the wooden counter, making an annoying tick! tick! tick! sound.