We Don't Have To Dance

Chapter Seven

"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP?" I scream into the mic "This is sadly, our very last spot in England before we head out to Mexico... SO YOU FUCKERS BETTER MAKE THIS THE BEST!"

Cc hits the shit out of the drums, then everything joins in and I stomp around the stage. Flashing lights dance around me, blinding me, and though I can't see ten feet into the crowd, the screams and roars make it known that everyone is there. And though I can't see them, they can see me, but I'm dancing as if no one else was here in this stadium. Funny how our band never played little shows; just the one time at hard rock. We never worked our way up though, because we're the luckiest mother fuckers alive.

"I don't know my place, I don't know I don't want to, be here" I sing, then stomp around, playing the shit of my guitar, embracing the environment. There's no other feeling like playing a show, "Save me! Blame me"

Everyday new ideas swarm my mind, and I know for surly, that our next album is going to be ducking sick.

"You guys were amazing!" Nikki cheers as we run off the stage

"Thanks! You guys are gonna kill it out there tonight" I bro hug him quick "I need to go pack up now or I'm gonna be late for my plane! But it was a pleasure working for you guys! Nice to meet all of you stay in touch, ya?"

Before they can answer I run to the green room, listening to the banter. Then I pack up all my shit, and Jaime comes in, "Hey want me to walk you to the bus?"

"Hell yeah" I nod "Don't want to get fucking jumped in the parking lot again"

I link arms with him, then drag him along to the back door. "I'k really sorry about that by the-"

"Nothing I'm not used to" I laugh as the cold air refreshes me "Fuck the air feels nice"

"Yeah" he chuckles

I go directly to my bunk as we enter the bus, shoving all my shit disorderly into my suitcases. Then I run to the bathroom as CC waits by my bed. I go into the bathroom collecting my hair straightener, shampoos, and soaps. Then I shove them into my bag, not caring about the clothes that I am getting wet. "Your in a hurry..."

"Shhh" I hush, then laugh, sitting on the floor, trying to close it, then before I close my last suitcase, I grab out one of Andy's sweaters... yes... from my bag. Then I climb inside of it.

"Walk me to the front?"

"That's not safe" he laughs

"BUS DRIVER!" I shout

"YEAH?" He shouts back

"WILL YOU TAKE US TO THE FRONT OF THE VENUE, SO I CAN GET A CAB?"

"YEAH!"

I call an Uber and it's here within ten minutes, so I smile at Jaime lightly, "I better see you soon loser"

"You will" he mumbles, hugging me "I'll miss you bitch face" I slap him upside the head and he laughs, whining

"Fuck you, tell turtle I said Star Wars sucks"

"I thought you liked Star Wars?" He furrows his eyebrows

"I do, just say it to piss him off" I smile, then run off the bus, that being out goodbye

"Hi" I smile as I open the Uber door

"Hello" he smiles back at me "Airport, Yeah?"

"Yes" I nod once, then roll down my window when I see Jaime standing in the door frame of the bus with a smile "By Jaime!"

As we drive away, I roll up my window, getting my head back in the car. Then I sit patiently till we get to the impatient airport... I absolutely despise airports, even though being on the plane def no longer bothers me. I hate the feeling of hearing so many conversations, and in each direction I look it's like I can hear it perfectly. I'm sure that too I will some get used to, but as of now it's just as annoying as the first time I ever came to one.