Devil Choir tour. (sequel to Unbroken)

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I said as I paced backstage.
I could feel the anxiety building in me, but I was somewhat used to it. I was like this before every show. My stage fright is almost paralyzing. I hated the anxiety, but I loved the feeling of freedom when I got on stage. I don't know why I put myself through the anxiety on a regular basis. I suppose it was the rush I get after everything is over and done with.
I took my iPod from out of my pocket and put in my headphones. I turned on 'Therapy' by All Time Low. That song always helped me calm down before a performance. I sang along to the song quietly as I saw the crew setting up the band's equipment on stage.
I felt a pair of long arms wrap around me and I took out my earbuds.
"You'll do great. I know it," Andy said as he kissed my temple.
"Thanks," I whispered as I put away my iPod.
"Kit, it's time for you and your band to get on stage," a backstage crew member informed me.
I nodded and headed on stage with my microphone clutched tightly. I took a steady breath as the rest of my band joined me.
"Hey you sexy-ass people! I'm Kit, and this is my band: Flashbang! We're here to play some music for you, are you all cool with that?" I asked the crowd.
I heard a loud eruption of cheers and my confidence began to grow.
"Alright, here's our first song called 'Hopeless,'" I said.
The guitars and drums started to play and I got lost in the music. I sang my heart out and was pleasantly suprised when I heard some people in the crowd singing along. As the set moved on I felt the energy from the crowd become almost palpable. I laughed as Jackson and Tommy ran around stage, still managing to play their instruments perfectly.
"We love you guys so much, even if we weren't the ones you came to see, we appreciate your support. I want to sing one last song for you guys. It's a cover of a song that I'm sure most of you know. It's called 'Hold On Til May,'" I announced.
The crowd went crazy as the song started. I looked side-stage to see Andy watching me with a proud smile on his face. I began to sing, not breaking eye contact with Andy. My eyes watered as I sang, "If you were me, you'd do the same. 'Cause I can't take anymore. I'll draw the shades and close the door. I'm not alright, and I would rather...."
I noticed the change in Andy's smile. It wasn't proud anymore, it was sad and sympathetic. I tore my gaze away from him and moved around the stage and interacted with the fans as best as I could. The song came to an end and I wiped away the few tears that I had shed.
"Thank you all so much! We love you!" I shouted to the crowd with a huge smile plastered on my face.
The cheering from the crowd was deaffening. I loved it. I blew kisses to the crowd and waved, as did Alex, Jackson, Calvin, and Tommy.
I ran off of the stage and into the arms of Andy.
"You did fantastic! I never knew you had such a voice," Andy laughed.
"Thank you," I blushed.
I saw Jacky Vincent coming our way with a guitar in hand.
"I heard you. You were fucking killer," he grinned.
"That means a lot," I said.
"Ronnie! Where are you?" I heard someone shout.
"Here!" he said, pushing past some crew members looking a bit flustered.
"Are you okay, Ronnie?" I asked.
"Um, yeah...fine," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with me.
Andy cocked an eyebrow.
"So, um, are you all going to the club after the show?" Jacky asked Ronnie, Andy and I.
"I am," Ronnie said almost immediately. Of course.
"Uh, I don't know," Andy said, "Kit, do you want to go?"
"I'm not really the club type of girl," I muttered.
"Come on! It'll be fun!" Ronnie insisted.
I looked at him skeptically, but shrugged.
"I guess I can go. It couldn't hurt," I said.
In truth, it probably could hurt. I had never been out to a club and with guys from BVB, FIR, and MIW, I was sure to get into some trouble. Still, I knew the adrenaline from performing was still pumping in my veins causing me to be a bit less....practical, I suppose.
"Yesh!" Jacky said as he fist-bumped Ronnie.
"You're such dweebs," I laughed.
Ronnie smiled at me half-heartedly and I knew something was off. I didn't think I even wanted to know.

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