I'm really enjoying our relaxed, short little tour. Right now we're in New York, it's a Sunday, and we're going to be here till Thursday. That Thursday night we'll be driving all the way back to Florida though, where we'll be playing Friday night. Right now I'm back stage, setting up, when Taylor, a member of Paramore, comes by.
"Hi" he smiles, leaning over some equipment
"Hello" I smile, then start pushing the guitars out, he kind of trails behind me
"Drop C, Drop D, Standard, down a step" I smile
The guitar tech nods, so I step back a bit, fixing my hair and bouncing up and down a bit, trying to get hyped up. "So, your names Amanda right?"
"So" I sing "Your names Taylor right?"
"You like Paramore?" He smiles
"Duh" I laugh
"Cool"
"Yup" I nod "Kinda sucks how main stream you guys are now"
"Yeah" he nods, then frowns "But I'm happy you guys are here to add back the metal-core, heavier element so more of our older fans come"
"For sure"
"Here ya go Amanda"
"Thank you" I nod, claiming my gear
I drag it out on stage then set it in a certain order by my mic. I set up the amps, just as Brandon rolls his drum set on the stage, while Grim and Lee get tuned up. When I'm finished I jog off but to my surprise Taylor's gone. We wait a few more minutes, letting the audience completely file in, then the lights go on and we run out into the explosion of lights.
"New York!" I scream "What the fuck is up?"
Screams, I smile at them. My words and body takes over. I'm panting but somehow finding the breath to sing. Happiness, complete and utter content. Maybe that why I'm happy on the stage, because I don't have anything to worry about getting back to or missing. Perhaps that's why I'm so sad and empty at home, when I'm not doing something. I need a pet, or something to rely on me; but something I don't have to worry about leaving behind during tour... a kid! I want to get pregnant. But my kid has a fifty percent chance of getting the decease my mom has...
"I don't even know you I don't know you. Anymore... COME ON!"
I jump into crowd, riding around, enjoying it while I get to be up there. After the show tonight, I'm walking back to my dressing room, when I see Taylor again, "Hello"
"Hi" I smile, then lightly, he grabs my arm, stopping me
"You want to hangout after the show?"
"Uh Maybe"
We end up going -just my band, as Paramore is probably still playing or loading back their gear- to a huge party. When we walk inside the lights remind me of tour, of a nineties disco but without the balls. Everyone's dancing and it smells like alcohol. I can't smell weed, so I'm lead to believe that this is just an innocent, alcoholic high school like party.
As I walk around there's girls dancing with there friends, people of all genders having makeup sections, and people chugging cages in the kitchen; where Grim and Brandon run off to. Lyric goes into the dance floor, and I kind of stand to the side lines awkwardly.
After a little while I decide fuck it, and go to the kitchen and start pounding drinks, "Woah slow down there girl"
"Yeah" I laugh, looking at the externally hot but cocky looking guy, then grab a drink and walk away
