The knife thrower

2- Europe

    "Thank you for coming out guys!"
"Hope you enjoyed the show!"

     Sebastian and Avery yelled at the end of the show.
Wow they are good at hiding the fact that they are complete jackasses.

They walked backstage and immediately got water.

  "Alright guys, your bags have been put in the tour bus. We have to leave in a minute to make sure we catch the flight for Europe." I explained.

    They looked at each other and immediately started laughing.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to them.

  "Either get on that bus willingly or I drag you both on."
They were still laughing.

"Alright, my way it is."

I grabbed their ears.
Yeah that's right. I'm Italian, I was raised with this.
The air was filled with "ow" and "stop" as I dragged them to the bus.

  "Try listening to me next time." I said as I practically threw them on the bus.

   "Your psycho!" Sebastian yelled.
I shrugged my soldiers.
       "I'd rather be psycho than be arrogant."

"I hate you." Avery said with a role of her eyes.
   "Feelings mutual."

I sat down on one of the couches and took seat.

     Soon enough the bus started moving. 

"We will be at the airport by midnight." The driver spoke up.

    Ugh this is gonna be way to long. Especially because it's only seven thirty.

*******************************************When We got to the airport, I found out just how rich they were.
We were taking a private jet.

They, luckily got on without any issues.

It was us three plus the tour manager.

"The first show you guys play is in Italy!"

The tour manager exclaimed excitedly.
Why is she always happy? Wait, did she say Italy.

"Wait, which part of Italy?" I asked nervously.

"Milan."
Crap. This is gonna suck. I'm not from there but my family is... well known there.

I turned to the singers.
"Try to stay out of trouble."

"Whatever! I'm going to get some sleep." Avery spoke.

Grazie a dio.

Avery went into one room, Sebastian in the other, and the tour manager was already passed out in a chair.

Not even an hour later, the two idiots were up and whining because they were too hot.

"Oh my gosh, I know it's hot in here, so stop complaining and get some water."
That shut them up.

They were getting water while I sat down on the couch and decided to lay down.

I went to the bathroom to put some sweats on.

When I came back, the singers were watching Tv.

      No sleep for me then.
********************************************We had just landed in Italy.

      I walked out and was greeted with a driver.

The tour manager was talking to him but was having a hard time getting past the language barrier.

I walked over to them and translated the entire conversation.

    Now we are on our way to the venue.

"This place sucks." Said Sebastian.

    I could only roll my eyes.

"I know right." Said Avery.
    "We literally just got here guys." I spoke loud and clearly.

"Oh shut up! Your not our mom!" Screeched Sebastian.

     That was the one thing that caused me to look up.
  Don't ever tell an Italian to shut up.

I looked him dead in the eye.

     He was glaring at me.

Next thing i know, I was some how pointing a knife at his throat.

  I don't recall even taking it out.

"You got yourself into this mess, and I'm trying to get you back out. If you tell me to shut up again, You won't be able to talk, sing, or bad mouth anyone else. Got it?"

   I said those words low and quiet. He was the only one that could hear them. Not even Avery could tell.

   His jaw clenched but he nodded his head.

"Good."

********************************************
   Of course, after that, he was in a pissy mood and it showed.

    We were walking out and about after they requested to "get some fresh air." I tried fighting them on it, but gave in because they were giving me a headache.

   It's only been a few minutes and they were being quiet. Suspiciously quiet.

   All the sudden, Avery dropped her phone.

"Hey Katrina, can you pick that up for me please?"
  "No. You have a hand of your own."

She rolled her eyes and picked it up.

   We continued walking. I had a feeling that something is about to happen. And, wow was I right.

    The two idiots started running before I had a chance to stop them.

   I ran after them, but they were too far ahead. Only because people would let them through with ease and then crowd behind them, leaving me to push through it.

   And then I had an idea. 
I took off my leather jacket. They took a look at me, and let me through. I'm sure most people were scared that I would kill them.

   You see, on my arm was my family tattoo. For over fifty years, all of us got it on our thirteenth birthday. For the most part it was against our will. That why I keep it covered.
   Yeah, I have serious family issues.

I started running again, putting my jacket back on in the process.

  I saw them. In the window of a bar.
How long did it take me to push through the crowd??

I started walking in only to be stopped by security. Even though you were aloud to drink at sixteen, some places assume I'm younger and won't let me be where I need to be.

   I rolled my eyes and took one arm out of my jacket. The guard stilled and let me in immediately.

  I walked up slowly behind them.

Very carefully, I put my arms around each of their shoulders.

    "Wow can I have an autograph? I'm such a huge fan!"

   They both turned around. Then they noticed that it was me coming to take them back.

  Their eyes widen for a split second.
"How did you even get in here? Your only sixteen!"

   I tightened my grip.
"I have my ways." Plus I'm legal.

     I pushed them out of their seats, and walked back to the hotel with their arms in my hands.