tour bus bitches - a warped tour fanfiction

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                The bands sat together at breakfast, as the nine of them had become quite friendly with each other. Ashley was eating a tub of vegemite and no one else could tell what their breakfast was because they could only smell the vegemite. As to preserve themselves for their shows that day, no one said anything to each other. As Ashley finished her vegemite Gerard stood, proclaiming that they were going to rehearse their show.

Tour Bus Bitches assembled in an empty space, getting together for their pre-show warm-ups and rituals. Natalie, Bri, and Ashley tuned their guitars, Meaghan tried to warm up on the drumset but she kept dropping her sticks like some kind of fool, and Jackie screamed incoherently.

"Okay everyone, get together."

"I don't speak broke, but okay," Ashley said, taking out her airpods to join Jackie and the rest of the group.

"Now listen up," Jackie began. "This is the first show of the tour."

"We know, stupid bitch."

"...So anyways, it's the first show and we really want to do well! But I have a special request for you guys. I really want to impress Gerard, so don't fuck this up, okay?"

"First of all, die," Meaghan said, waving a drumstick around. "Second of all, I don't have a second point."

"Well it looks like we all agree on that," Natalie supposed.

Before they knew it, the show had begun, and they played with the highest energy they could manage. Jackie shrieked. Meaghan broke at least seventeen snare drums. Bri broke two nails and fucked up her bangs with how hard she was shredding. Natalie approached Ashley to tackle her. Ashley, look out, Natalie is coming to tackle you, thought Lazuli from the sidelines. Alas, she could not hear him, for she had her airpods in. The show ended beautifully, their performances of their hit songs Whore Noises and Can't Spell Without A Brain Cell riling up the crowd for the next show. Said next show was none other than My Chemical Romance.

Their show was beautifully disgusting; Frank spit at least eight times and Gerard's sweaty ass vest was completely wet. It was gross. They closed with I'm Not Okay. All the locals sang along. As they retreated from the stage, Gerard's C lookin' back suddenly spasmed. Screaming, he fell off of the stage, spine at a perfect forty-five degree angle. Luckily, Jackie was there to break his fall.