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•OPENING NIGHT // REGGIE PETERS•

For the last few months, our friend group has been preparing for this night. While most would think it was a party, or even prom, it was something a lot more important then that. After about 3 years of sunset curve being together, tonight was finally the night that they get to show everyone what they can do.

I was lucky enough to be involved with the band in more then one way. While I am best friends with all the guys, reggie and I had been in a relationship for a little over a year now. Being who I am helped with most of the branding for the band, like the wrist bands, shirts and signed CD's, which seemed to take a lot of the stress off of the guys, just so they could focus on their music.

Reggie had been so excited about this night but it seems like now he was completely tired and over all stressed about tonight.

"Okay, do we have everything?" I say as I stand in the middle of the studio, ready to give the guys the final checklist before they go.

"Yes." A chorus of bored voices sound out.

"Extra guitar picks?" I ask.

"Yes." Luke mutters.

"Gaffer tape?" I ask again.

"Yes." Alex smiles, knowing how pedantic I am.

"All 5 guitars?"

"Yea." Bobby was busy picking at a sticker on one of the guitar cases.

"Merch?" I finally ask.

"Yes, we have everything, stop stressing, we'll be fine." Luke chuckles.

"Did you happen to notice you're missing a band member?" I smirk, knowing they definitely didn't realize that reggie was missing.

"Oh." They all mutter, looking around guiltily.

I hear the toilet flush from my right and instantly point toward it, making the other three breathe a sight of relief.

"Okay, I'll meet you there at 8, please don't break any instruments, and take this seriously." I cross my arms as the the boys walk out, leaving reggie and I alone.

He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You better not go famous rockstar on me, after tonight." I whisper, half joking, but half being serious too.

"You'll keep me grounded even if I do." He leans his head on mine, as we stand in silence, enjoying the last few moments of life as we know it.

"I think you should go before the boys get angry." I pull back and look at him in the eye.

"I'll see you later?" He grabs my hands, waiting for my answer.

"Front row." I smile, making him chuckle. He leans forward, placing a quick kiss on my lips before slowly walking backwards while singing his favorite song "this band is back."

I smile lovingly as he walks out completely. I collect myself after realizing I was a lot more emotional then I had realized. I grab my bag and my house keys and head back to get ready for tonight.

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Walking upstairs, I realize nobody is home, as they were probably already at the venue. Seeing as Reggie's family weren't that supportive, mine always made an effort to make reggie one of us.

I got changed into one of the most pop punk outfits that I could come up with, and started making my way to the venue.

After walking for a while, I finally caught up with my family, who had been waiting in line for a while.

"Hey! There you are, we were starting to think you weren't coming." My dad says.

"Believe me I wouldn't miss this for the world. Have you seen the guys yet?"

"Nah, they were here pretty early, so we didn't get the chance." My younger sister says.

"I'm gonna go check on them, but I'll make sure to save you space at the front."

I wave to them as I walk toward Peter, aka the bodyguard that I had pretty much become best friends with since the guys booked the gig.

"Peter!" I shout, gaining his attention, making him smile as I walk up to him.

"Y/n todays the big day, are the boys nervous?" He asks.

"I'm nervous enough for all of them so they're not feeling it."

"Go on in, I'm sure they need you in there." He opens the door, making me rush inside.

I say hello to some of the staff that were cleaning the place, but my main focus became the stage. I saw the giant sunset curve banner and got teary eyed.

"It's unreal isn't it." I hear Bobby say from behind me. I look toward him and wrap an arm around his waist.

"It's been a long time coming." I say.

We stand in silence for a few minutes, taking in the venue before it's packed.

"Where are the others?" I ask him.

"Went out for street dogs." He smirks down at me.

"Only those guys will eat street food before a massive show." I laugh slightly. I break away from the hug, walking backwards out of the venue as I talk. "I'm gonna go stand with the families, I'm sure they've all found one another, and I want them all to have a good view of you guys, so I'll see you after. Tell the others I say good luck and don't fall off stage, that last one is mainly for reggie."

I walk out, finding all of the guys families had shown up, but what surprised me the most was the fact that Reggie's parents were there.

We all stood around for a while, talking about the songs that the boys would sing, and what they planned to do after this gig, and eventually a loud voice at the entrance to the venue caught everyone's attention.

"Can I have everyone's attention!" The short man stood on a chair and shouted. "Unfortunately the band who was playing tonight had to cancel very suddenly due to personal reasons, if you would like any refunds, please call the venue tomorrow morning and we will sort it out for you." He finished, and suddenly the crowd was in shambles. Seeing as how some of their fans had been waiting for hours, the sudden news had come out as a shock.

Our families all started arguing and yelling until I finally stepped in.

"I'll go see what's happening, one of them might just be acting like a diva and they're refusing to play, I'll handle it." I walk into the venue, completely ignoring Peter.

I walk in and find it exactly the same as it had been. Only this time the booth at the back of the venue was filled with a crying Bobby, and staff who looked worried.

"Bobby?" I rush to him, pulling him into a hug.

"They're gone." He whispers into my ear. I pull back and look at him in the eyes. I can't believe that those three would do this to Bobby, leaving him alone on their opening night, while they skip town just to get out of it.

"Where did they go? I swear I'm gonna hunt them down." I grab one of the waitresses notepads and pen, ready to scribble down an address.

"No," Bobby starts, "They're dead."

Suddenly my whole world stops, as the notepad and pen fall out of my hands and I loose my balance. I sit on the floor, arms wrapped around me from one of the staff members that had caught me on the way down.

It took a moment to process his words, but once I did, everything came tumbling down.

Once I came to, I quickly got off the floor and ran straight out the door, the tears and sobs freely flowing.

I ran all the way to the beach, not stopping for the people who I accidentally bumped, or the people who shouted my name, I just kept running until I arrived at the place that held so many memories.

The late night parties, the awkward dates, the amazing improv concerts that the boys held, this was the place that brought us all the happiness in the world, and now that they're gone, I'm scared that I'll never be able to find that happiness again.