Band One-Shots (Open!)

Picture Perfect (Max Green)

  I posed with my band, Ghosts Live Here, for yet another picture. We were busy doing a photo shoot, after a BryanStars interview.

  Before that, we played a show, and at this point I'm exhausted.

  After the shoot, Escape The Fate, our co-headliner, is doing a photo shoot, and then I'm doing a solo photo shoot for a tattoo magazine; I don't even remember what it's called.

  "Alright, last picture guys, so pose how you want." the photographer told us.

  Next thing I know, I'm on the shoulders of my drummer, Marty, and my best friend/bassist Sienyx is on the shoulders of our lead guitarist, Jake.

  Our rhythm guitarist, Devrick, was stretched out on the floor making a silly face.

  The photographer snapped the picture, and smiled and nodded when he looked at it. "Alright, you're done! Great shoot guys!"

  I sighed with relief as Sienyx and I were set on the ground. "Maggie, you look fucking exhausted." Sienyx noted. "Yeah, ya think?" I snapped, and she frowned. "I gotcha bae, no need to be bitchy."

  I sighed. "Sorry, I'm just wiped. And after Escape does their shoot, I've got another shoot, and I just wanna go home and pass out." I explained, and she wrapped me in a tight hug.

  I leaned my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes as she started rubbing my back in circles. "Oh. My. God. Maggie fucking Martyr!!!" a guy squealed behind me.

  I grumbled as I turned to face the person, and saw it was Max, who happened to be my other best friend. "You fag." I laughed at him as he hugged me.

  He lifted me off my feet and spun me around, so I squeaked at him to put me down. "Bad mood?" he asked, gently setting me back on the ground.

  Sienyx chuckled at the question. "She's exhausted, and has another shoot after yours." she informed him, and he cringed.

  "And didn't you guys do an interview right before this, after the show?"

  I nodded with a growl, and he smiled with sympathy. "I'm sorry love, it comes with being in a band." he told me, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

  "Yeah well it sucks." I grumbled, and Max and Sienyx both laughed. "Well Escape actually did our shoot same time as yours, so you're up to bat hun." Max informed me.

  I plopped down onto the ground, crossing my arms and legs in a pout. "I'm not going." I grumbled. Max sighed and lifted me up. "You gotta go, Mag."

  "No." I replied bluntly, sitting on the ground once more, "I am tired as fuck and I am not moving. This is way too much shit for me to deal with."

  Sienyx and Max shared a look, as the next photographer came over. "Hello, you're Maggie Martyr, right?" she asked awkwardly, looking down at me.

  "That's me." I answered as Sienyx pulled me to my feet. "I'm Shelby, let's get you set up to do the shoot!" she smiled.

  Sienyx's phone chimed, and she looked at it. "Shit, Mags, I gotta jet. Sorry, love you."

  She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying away. "Max, will you please stay with me?" I begged.

  He and Sienyx were the only people who could calm me when I'm this stressed.

  "Of course, after you." he smiled at me. We followed the photographer to the set, and another girl came over. "Hi, Maggie Martyr, right?"

I nodded.

  She handed me an outfit, and directed me to a changing room. I sighed, telling Max that I would be right back, then hurried to go change.