I looked out at the crowd in front of me. I felt at home on the stage. I smiled as my eyes locked with Oliver's. My heart fluttered as I sang out lyrics from his own song. "We've been surrounded! So let em' sing, Let em' sing!" Noël Fraiser has been at Oliver's side her whole career. She's his rock, and his best friend. Noël has always been the free spirited and kind hearted person that Oliver met years ago. Now it's the exact reason he's falling in love with her.

26 year old Lyla James is living in Los Angeles pursuing her dream of being a photographer. She gets the chance of a lifetime when her best friend, Austin Carlile of the band Of Mice and Men, asks her to photograph the band on Warped Tour. She is having the time of her life when she runs into the last person she ever wanted to see again: Vic Fuentes. How will she react when she is face to face again with the love of her life who broke her heart so many years ago? Will she learn to forgive? Will she get another chance at Happily Ever After with Vic? Or has too much damage been done to her fragile heart?

Mora Carmen was only eight-years-old when she ran away. When she ran away from her abusive parents, her sorrow, and her old life. She grew up moving place to place. Being forced to work at a young age, she had to work to survive. No one dared to care for her, or her music. But when she meets a local band who are rising to fame and befriends them, will her luck change? Will she finally be able to trust them and let them help her after all she's been through?

Oliver and Danni. Matt and Taylor. Theyre all very happy but not everyone can live a fairytale relationship. So what happens to these lovely couples or can they live a perfect rockstar faithful relationship? (Everything goes to rightful owners)

WARNING: SELF-HARM AND ANOREXIA On tour, Kellin battles his demons. He thinks he has no one, but when he and Vic rekindle their friendship, he'll discover he's not as alone as he previously thought.

'Stop it. Stop the voices, stop the noise, please. I pleaded to my own head. Please. It was killing me. I felt like I was going to pass out. I was confused and distraught, but at the same time, empty. I opened my eyes to look down at the ground, a force was pulling me forward over the rails. I smelt the air, and felt the sun on my face for what could be the last time. /Do it. Oh, please. Do it./ My own mind was begging me, It will make things easier. It will end the pain. "Stop, please." I shook my head, pressing my hands to my ears, as tears were still falling out of my eyes. /You've fucked up everyones lives anyway. It will solve things./ I looked down into the traffic of busy cars and streetlights, feeling the rails, before leaning forward.'