We Don't Have To Dance

Chapter Ten

I have to leave behind the home I just built... it's kind of sad, but I'm hyped to meet Grim's friend Brandon, as well as to see Lyric again.

"HEY!" Lyric squeaks, coming into Andy's house, pushing past him as he opens the door

"LEE!" I smile, going over to her and hugging her

Her hair is no longer died brown, and the black eyeliner smudged under her eyes isn't there, because now she just has natural dark circles. She looks like she's gained about ten pounds but not in an unhealthy way, but a "she no longer looks anorexic" way. She looks amazing, but she doesn't look like herself.

"I've missed you babe!" She kisses my cheeks

"I'm here too" Grim walks in "Sup Andy"

"Hi" Andy greets

"And this is Brandon"

"Hey!" I smile, going over to him "It's awesome to finally meet you!"

He hugs me, wearing the biggest smile, "It's so awesome to get to be here! Thank you for having me"

"Yeah dude, your drumming is sick" I nod

"Hear anything from Shane?"

As if on cue, my phone rings, and Johnny calls me

Ring ring
Ring-

"Hello?"

"Hey Amanda" He says "I got Shane a reduced sentence... I really did try Amanda... I reallly did"

"Oh god" I cover my mouth "How long until he gets out?"

Everyone's eyes around me widen, then Johnny concludes "Two months"

"Fuck well that's better then a year"

"Yeah" he sighs "When he gets out I'm gonna put him in rehab for at least a month, I'm really sor-"

"It's okay Johnny"

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The whole jet ride, Brandon will not shut up about how excited he is... but his positivity is so contagious.

"This is gonna he so much fun!" I tell him and he puts his arm around me, side hugging me

"Thank you so much for this opportunity!"

Out first stop on tour is Tijuana! Which is almost a two hour drive. That very night we have a show... as we left at ten in the morning, so odiously we'd have enough time to get there. We get to the venue at around one, so we go in super early, and spend our time playing together, which is absolute ass. Brandon takes forever to get the timing right, but after playing our hearts out for forever, we can play the whole ass album without him fucking up.

"Alright Brandon" I look him in the eye, then explain to him the order in which we will be playing songs "Don't fuck up or we'll have to replace you"

Surprisingly he doesn't fuck up once. The whole set, he executes perfectly! Almost better then Max ever could. Me, Lyric, and Grim all just do our thing, without a care in the world, because the longer we play, the more confident we get.

"Alright Tijuana!" I scream and everyone shouts "Our friend Brandon over here... he may just be our new drummer!" The crowd grows louder "Depending on how well this tour goes, but so far he's doing fucking amazing, what do you think?" Louder, louder, louder "Well lets do one more song, AND FUCK THIS SHIT UP!"

I stand up on the little stand, holding up the rock and roll sign with my hand. Then I step back down, doing a circle, spinning around, playing my guitar. Then I run around the stage a bit, til I find my way back to my mic. At the end of the show, we retire to side stage, and just then, we meet the other band.

"You guys are pretty good" Remington says

"Thanks" I nod, "I've heard some of your guy's songs, and I got to say they're pretty good"

"Thanks" Remington nods

"But honestly your waisting you talent" they all furrow there eyebrows at me so I laugh "Why I mean is your vocals in American Satan are fucking sick! You should incorporate more screaming vocals!"

"Oh" Remington laughs "Perhaps"

"For real for real" I smile "But, you guys probably need to set up...so maybe we could talk more, and get to know each other better after your show"

I smile, then we all file away, they seem like nice enough guys. "I say we party at the bus" Lyric smiles

"Shouldn't you stay away from drinking?" Grim raises an eyebrow

"Guys! I can-"

"Last time you said that-"

"I know I know" she frowns "I was in a different environment though"

"How bout we go have a few drinks" I suggest "IN THE BUS, and make sure she can't leave"

"Why are you guys being so protective?" Brandon laughs "Drinking age here is eighteen!"

"They don't want me to do coke" Lyric says, and his eyes widen, so me and Grim laugh nervously

"How bout we all just take a few hits of my dab pen, and that's it?"

"Alright"

"Yeah sure"

Everyone agrees, so we head back to the bus. We all get into the back area, where we close the door to prevent the smoke from coming out. Then we all hit my dab pen, passing it around. After about three times each, I put it away, then we all just hangout in there. We play some music, and dance; I even twerk on Lyric! The whole time we just laugh and have fun, then once we start to get tired, we turn on the TV and hangout.