Letty </3
“Petey!” I yell running over to my friend.
“Nice to see ya, Letty!” He grins and pulls me into a hug. Afterwards, he slings an arm around my shoulders and we enter the studio, our bands following behind.
“Hey guys!” Three guys welcome us when we enter the lobby. One of them is our manager Max, another I recognize as Fall Out Boy’s manager, Bob. But I had no idea who the third guy was.
“We have a proposition for you Letty,” Max says to me.
“Shoot.” I reply smirking.
“We were wondering how you would feel adding another band to the tour with you.” The third guy says.
“Well,” I smirk considering, “It depends on the band. For example, if you suggest One Direction, I might suggest that you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself.” I say hyperly, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for me.
I hear chuckles from behind them. There five guys, decked out in black leather littered around the lobby couches. The guys smiles, and turns toward my manager.
“You were right Max.” He says handing him a twenty. I just look confused. Max laughs at my face.
“He didn’t believe a female lead singer could have balls.” He cracks up and so do I.
“Well, my name is Jon. I am the tour manager for Black Veil Brides, who would very much enjoy joining on your tour.” He points behind him to the “guys”.
I skip past him and over to them.
“Hi!” I say giggling loudly. They stare at me. “My name is Scarlette. People’s call me Letty, if you call me scar I will eat you! I sing! So, who are you?”
They stare some more. Until one of them finds his balls.
“Hi!” He says stepping forward and smiling. “My name is Christian. But I like CC better. I play the drums, and people eating sounds like fun!”
“Awesome!” I grin. I love people who can relate to my hyperness.
After that, the rest of the boys finally got their shit together and introduced themselves.
“Andy, vocals, and I’ll pass on people eating.” The tall one says nonchalontley.
“My name is Jake, I play guitar, and I would prefer pizza.” He gives me a little wave.
The next one stands up and slings an arm around me. He leans really close to my face. “The name is Ashley, you can call me whatever you want, I’m the badass bassist of Black Veil Brides, and the only person I want to be eating is you.”
Ooops. He shouldn’t have done that. I giggle before Ashley is ripped away from me and is sitting on the floor.
“My bestie.” Pete says angrily, sliding an arm around me causing me to giggle louder.Me and Pete were besties. We weren’t dating or anything, we didn’t like each other in that way.
“The best friend. The ultimate cock block.” Ashley mumbles standing up and grumbling his way onto a couch.
“Damn straight and don’t you forget it!” Pete says and pecks me on the cheek. I giggle some more.
The last one stands up and introduces himself.
“My name is Jeremy, call me Jinxx. I also play guitar and eating people doesn’t sound appetizing.” He grins and slumps back into the couch.
“FOB and SS report!” I call behind me. They all walk up laughing. I go through them one by one.
“Damion, guitar, my older twin, and sweats like a pig.” He giggles at me, before sitting in a couch.
“Laila, we call her Lee. Bass, and hates sugar.”
“Leland. Guitar. The quieter, more censored version of myself.”
“Sophie. Call her Soap and get castrated, plays drummys. She’s quiet, angry, and can pack a punch.”
I finish my band and Pete starts introduces his. Just as Patrick got his turn, I got bored. I walk off to the side and start jumping on an empty couch. All eyes leave the Patz and watch me. Well if they wanna stare, I might as well give them something to stare at. I reach a perfect height. And pull my legs to me. Back flip successful! I land with my hands in the air. And jump down off the couch. Everyone besides Petey is still staring at me a moment later when I climb on Pete’s back, piggy style.
“Take a picture it will last longer!” I giggle and grin. Pete kisses my hand before introducing the rest of his band. We all start chatting, our managers smiling at us, forgotten.
“So what do you think Letty?” Max asks twenty minutes later.
“None of them are pricks, and only one of them is a moody ass. But I still don’t know there sound.” I smirk, skipping around the couches.
“Who’s moody?” He asks raising his eyebrows.
“Andy.” I reply simply. He turns toward Andy.
“Lighten up and quit your bitching.” He says and turns toward the hallway of the studio.
I catch his drift and turn Pete toward the hallway “To the Tardis!” I scream and Pete gallops down the hallway toward our booth.

Notes

Alright, I know it's short for me, but I'll try to update tomorrow.
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