She's Just Echo

I walked to the tent, sipping on a lemonade juice box as I went, my Jack Skellington backpack with my phone, wallet, gum, and keys in it. I pulled my sunglasses from the top of my head over my eyes and dropped my skateboard on the ground, mounting it and riding to the tent (Sounds wrong. I know.).

“Hey babe.” Jason greeted me. Jason was Juliet and I’s best friend. He worked the band merch tent with me and it was no secret that he was gay. One of the best parts with working with him was the two of us could openly gawk at guys together, when Juliet wasn’t busy she’d come stare with us too.

We called it ‘Window Shopping’ because we were just looking, not buying. Juliet wasn’t buying for obvious reasons but Jason was dating a guy named Hendrix who was working in the Mayday Parade tent. The two of them were sickeningly adorable. And me, I wasn’t buying because I wasn’t interested in a relationship.

“Hey.”

“Do we have anymore shirts of Andy on that cross?”

“We should…”

“Where?”

“Uh…try the van?”

“Okay, will you be alright here?” I scoffed at him. “Right, I’ll be back in a few.”

I checked out some girls (Not like that) who were buying rubber bracelets, smiling at how excited they were. “You’re Echo Forests, right?”

“Yeah.” I grinned at them.

“Are you and Ashley like, a thing?”

“Nah, he’s not my type.”

“Oh, that sucks, because we all ship Echley.”

“You never know.” I told her. The smiled sadly, pulling their bags off the counter and heading out. I slid onto the stool and pulled out my phone, texting Jason to tell him to hurry up. He was probably making out with Hendrix somewhere, not that I minded, but still.

“Texting on the job?”

“Shut up Ashley.” I warned him.

“You’re a cold bitch you know that?”

“I’d rather be a cold bitch than a right bastard.”

“Ouch, honey that hurts. Why so bitter? Is it that time for you?”

“You just go get ready for your show tonight.”

“I heard you were singing with Andy tonight, that true?”

“Rebel Yell.”

“Interesting. I’ll see you there.”

“Hopefully not until then.”

“Don’t worry babe it’s only a few more hours.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

So three hours later I sat in the bathroom at Warped Tour with Juliet doing my makeup and Jason playing with my hair. I had picked out my outfit, the two of them letting me wear what I wore every day, but a little more done up. It was a pair of really short black cut – offs that had studding on the left half on them, a black tank – top, and this kimono thing I found and really liked. To be honest, the kimono was long than my shorts, but not by much. It was black and it went down to my elbow and stopped. On the back there was a huge embroidered dragon. It was a loose, breathable material, so it worked well especially because I was going to be on stage. For my shoes I had picked a pair knee high leather boots with a killer heel that made me 5’4, rather than 4’11.

Juliet had spent at least twenty minutes coating foundation on my face, applying a harsh smoky eye with a ton of eyeliner. That was all she did and it took her almost twenty minutes. It amazes me how slow she was.

Jason of the other hand meant business. He was slicking my hair back into a fauxhawk, the sides had this weird little braided type thing going on. He used probably half a can of gel, hairspray, whatever that shit was, just trying to get it up alone (Get it up, ha!).
I put an ear cuff over one ear, my barbell in the other, put in my septum piercing as well as my eyebrow one, all of my rings, my onyx ones, my silver ones, my snake one, and a studded leather cuff. I pulled open the bathroom door and head out to the stage, feeling like a badass. “Holy shit!” I whipped around to see Ashley biting his bottom lip, CC with his mouth open next to him.

“What? Is the hair to much?” I reached a hand up self-consciously as Jason and Juliet walked in. “Jason I told you the hair was too much.”

“Hon, they’re undressing you with their eyes, not thinking that you look bad.” Juliet tells me, Jason shaking with silent laughter.

“Oh.” I looked at Jason. “It’s not funny.”

“It actually is.”

“Who the hell is ready?” Andy screams, running into side – stage.

“Not me!”

“Echo, baby Echo-“

“Older than you by two years.” I pointed out as he picked me up and started to swing me around.

“But you’re so tiny it doesn’t matter to me!” He yelled. “And anyways, you’ll do fine you look total babe, and I love you.”

“And I love you!” Juliet yells, running over to join in on the hug. Soon everyone is hugging us.
“Shit! Jason did you just grab my ass?” I heard CC shout.

“It was an accident!”

Then I heard, “Please Welcome, Black Veil Brides!” We all sprang apart and the boys ran out and grabbed their instruments. They played ‘In the End’ to start off and then Andy started talking.

“Here’s Rebel Yell!” The beginning started and I ran out onto the stage, loving the way people started screaming as Andy and I got ready for the beginning.

Last night a little dancer
Came dancin' through my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumpin’ on my floor
She said come on baby
I got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above because

In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more

The next part was for Andy so I made my way over to make fun of Ashley while he played.

She don’t like slavery
She won’t sit and beg
But when I’m sad and lonely
She gives me head, I said
What set you free
Brought you to me, babe
What set you free
I need you here by me, because

While Andy sang that last part I’d walked from where Jinxx was to where Ash was, stopping to squeeze his ass while he played before making it back over to Andy to start the chorus, but not before sending him a sly smirk as I did. “Whore!” We heard someone yell over the music and one by one the boys stopped playing.

“Who the hell was that?” Andy snapped into the microphone.
“Andy, it’s cool.”

“Like hell it is!” Andy scanned the crowd, Ashley coming to his side, and soon the rest were there. “Hey, asshole!” Andy shouted. “Put your hand down. I wouldn’t be taking pride in calling our girl a whore.” I found the guy then, instead of raising his hand he switched it with his middle finger.

“You wanna fight? I’ll stomp your ass!” Ashley yelled. I grabbed his arm, manhandling him back.

“S’not gonna do anything, Purdy – Boy.” I told him quietly. I guess our microphones picked that up because more than half the girls went ‘Aw’. Well, at least we know if the bus is attacked tonight it was the Echley shippers.

Notes

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