The smoke hisses out of my mouth. The rage like fire simmers over, pouring into the funnel, and blasting the stage with heat, fire, and flare. In my headpiece, I hear "IVY GO" and my wings explode out behind me. I blast the funnel again, but decide to pull the fire back within once it escapes the metal. The fire pulls up from the funnels, disappearing into the sky. Once this song ends, Andy talks. I sit back, checking my nails. No chips. Perfect metallic blue.
"And the pyro engineer is up there, Ivy Kuait!" the crowd explodes into wicked joy. I give a long blast of smoke, fire and sparks.
*2 HOURS AFTER THE SET* *WARPED PROM IS TONIGHT*
"Ivy."
"Yeah?"
"So...there's like... Warped prom tonight. Do you wanna go with me?"
"Hell yeah I do," I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
*WARPED PROM*
"WELCOME TO 2011 WARPED TOUR PROM LADIES AND GENTS," the MC yells. "OUR FIRST ACT IS...."
"Woohoohoo
Woohoohoo!"
"BOWLING FOR SOUP!"
"Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One Prozac a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned twenty four
Only been with one man
What happened to her plan?
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake her ass
On the hood of Whitesnake’s car
Her yellow SUV is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothing has been alright since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she’s uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo
(1985)
Woohoohoo
She’s seen all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink
Even Saint Elmo’s Fire
She rocked out to Wham
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she’d get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where’s the mini-skirt made of snake skin
And who’s the other guy that's singing in Van Halen
When did reality become T.V.
Whatever happened to sitcoms, game shows
(on the radio was)
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she’s uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo
She hates time make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop
Stop!
And bring back
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she’s uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
Woohoohoo
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV (woohoohoo)
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she’s uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985!" everyone is jamming and moshing. They launch straight into Here's Your Freakin' Song, and I'm screaming along to every single lyric.
"Baby, for years you’ve been saying “Why don’t you write me a song?”
And I’m like “I don’t know, I’m not inspired to write you a song.
But last night, I decided I’m gonna freakin’ do this”
We’ve been together for so long
And you always asked me why I never wrote a song
All about you, about our love,
And about how you’re the only one I’m thinking of.
I’ve been writing all night.
And I.
I got it just right!
Here we go!
[Chorus:]
You talk too much
You never shut up
Everything I do for you is never enough
You snore, you drool,
You talk in your sleep
Won't get a night's rest until you're six feet deep
I promised you forever
But we both know,
We're never gonna get along
You want it, you got it
Here's is your freakin’ song
And all my homies have always said,
What you doing with that girl? She’s fucked up in the head
My mom don’t like you, my dad don’t too.
And my brother says you look like guy from Hüsker Dü
I’m just keeping it real, this is
Just how I feel
Here we go
[Chorus]
I can talk and you get pissed
Used to dream I don't exist
I say yes, and you say no
Like any BITCH, you gotta' GO
With all the shit that we’ve been through,
This is the best that I can do
Can I still get lucky tonight?
Please?
Those are manners and everything,
I uh, I hope you like this song,
I spent a lot of time on it,
But I've spent...OH THERE'S ERIK
I'm just playing
I didn’t really spend a lot of time on it.
This is the chorus
You want it you got it
Here's is your freaking song
OK I don't know why this is still going
I anticipated this being...3 minutes long
It's still going here, I don't even know what's happening
Anyway that's this song I wrote for you..And Uh
OK. Evidently it's over now. I don't know
I have no idea on the timing of it and uh
Boy this is sort of an awkward moment here
I uh
I'm going to be honest, I have to pee,"
We scream along so loud it hurts, and then they leave the stage, just like that.
"WHO ENJOYED THAT???" the following screams resound everywhere. "Well, I'm glad you all did, because we're gonna slow it down. Grab that special someone and get close," a soaring song that I totally recognize floods the area.
"He woke up from dreaming, and put on his shoes, started making his way past two in the morning he hasn't been sober for days," and All Time Low is on stage.
I look Jake in the eyes. And before I can, he tells me how he feels.

Notes

I'm squealing.
Homecoming xx
Can't wait to go with him <3
(Replace the words "Warped prom tonight...with me" with "so it has to do with us slowdancing right now. you wanna do this at homecoming?")
SQUEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!