The Lost

The Backstage

I sat there in my chair holding my bass guitar backstage of The Rockbox a smaller venue in San Antonio Texas, a sold out crowd front to back of the building. My band The Lost is on our "Burn the Witch" studio album tour this is our first show of the tour. I look into the mirror and light my candle as I begin to put on my face paint and put in my contact lenses. Who would of thought I'd headline? No not me, we, the band would ever headline an entire tour or even put out an album at that. We only have up to go, yet I feel like I'm in a whole new galaxy, going from a small bar in Louisiana playing two songs for a few sober rednecks that hated us, well I think they were sober or at least less drunk then everyone else. But going from a hole in the wall to an entire tour. How? I can't get my mind around it. I couldn't do this at all without my co-singer Karise she is in the her own dressing room but even being a room away feels like forever away. She inspired me to keep going when our band was no where and I was on my last legs. The other band members, Marcello our drummer, Nero our lead guitarist and Rex our rhythm guitarist are all in the private bar area getting a small drink before the show. Marcello is our nerdy but always fun guy, the shortest at five foot four, twenty five years old who joined us about two years ago. He has long purple and florescent blue hair and is never seen with sleeves, always showing off his tattoos which are just mostly Nintendo game characters. Nero is our loud mouth twenty eight year old in the band and has been since the beginning. In a total of five years he has never said anything on stage but during an interview won't shut up. He stands above us all at six foot six and has hair to his shoulders that's deep black always wearing a suit that is covered in burns it's always been his thing. Rex is the quiet one he joined after a show in Houston, Texas about a year after the band started. He is always reading but on stage is an absolute beast with the loudest backup screams I've ever heard, I'm shocked his head hasn't flown off with all the head banging and stomping on stage. He is my height at five seven and has a hoodie he is always wearing. Karise is the face of the band with the beauty to put any Disney princess out of buisness. She is the heart of the group always has given her all to the band and the fans or her lost family as she calls them. She has long hair that's always changing color nearly every ten shows.

I hear a small knock on the door. It's the promoter, a deep Texan voice with some obvious slurring from a few drinks.

"Hey there Mr.Korbin sir the band is waiting for you in the bar area for a talk before the show. Y'all are on in twenty ya hear me?"

I look into the mirror once more and nod. "Yes I hear you, please tell them I'll be there in a moment."

I look around the room, the old flakey black and red paint covered with pictures of others bands some signed, some barley on the wall anymore. I see some from Avenged, Mushroomhead, ITM, NYD, but one stands out, it's a picture of Motionless in White signed October, 15, 2019. The first concert I ever went to and the band that inspired me to even make a band. I smile and grab and Alt. Press Magazine with us on the cover. I tear the cover and tape it to the wall, "Korbin Jones-The Lost" I write across the bottom. I grab my face paint and my bottle of fake blood and walk out into the hallway.

"Korbin! Come here we are waiting!"

I hear her voice from down the hall. I look down to see her standing there, those platform boots and leather pants with the crazy top with cuts all in it, her neck covered in black paint.

"Come on, come have a drink, quick band meeting!" Karise yells with her sweet voice.

I raise my hand in a half wave, "Yes yes darling I'm coming." I say in a Freddie Mercury impression and speed walk with a Freddie like dance in my step.

"You may sing for us but you're also a bass player don't act like a frontman now." Marcello says with a chuckle in his voice.

I quickly give a look at him and smile. "And you my friend are just a drummer, you're just jealous you don't get to dance on stage."