I'm a Loaded Gun

I wanted everything to be perfect. I took extra time applying my makeup, making every lash curled exactly the right way, every line of eyeliner perfectly straight. I stepped back from the bathroom mirror and looked at my face.

Siren walked in the bathroom behind me, "Hey Reya I thou- holy shit. Girl you look hot!!" She looked me up and down. "Let me dress you. I know the perfect outfit!" I combed through my freshly straightened hair that ended around the base of my ribs. "God k wish I had hair as long as yours. I'm never shaving half of my head like freshman year. It's been three years and it's only finally longer than my shoulder. Ok go put this on!" She tossed a mess of clothes at me and pushed me out of the bathroom.

I went to the back area of the bus and slid on the fire red ripped skinny jeans. I tied on my black converse. I picked up the tank top and saw a bra attached. I slid mine off and put it on. Holy crap Siren definitely likes push up bras. I looked at the mirror. The bra had nothing but black lace on the sides. What the hell? I can't keep my pink one on with this shirt. I sighed and put the shirt on. I gasped when I looked back in the mirror. The sides of the white and black shirt were cut open in strips, exposing my slim build. It was practically skin tight, making it even more obvious how slender I was. The front of the shirt said Prescription Poison in dripping black letters. I should have known that Siren would make us merch. She was always prepared with the fashion world. I picked up my sunglasses off the counter and walked out of the bus to our equipment manager for the weekend.

"Hey, I'm Reya, the singer."

"James. Now, we got the amps up on the stage already, but we can't get CCs drum kit off the stage in the right time, so your drummer can use his. It's a pro set but I trust she will figure it out. And your mic doesn't have the same input as our set up, so you and Andy can just share the same stand, but we will have a different mic for each of you. Andy has the black mic, you the red mic. When you guys get done we will switch out the amps. Sound good?"

"Sounds great, thank you for everything James!"

"That's my job, just make sure everyone is on stage at 1:50 for sound check. And you guys go on at 5. Gate opens at 4:30. Make sure you guys are on the side wings at 4:45. No later than 4:50. Got it?"

"Solid." I checked my phone, it said 1:40 pm. I walked back to the bus to get everyone. The bus was empty. Confused I started walking back to the stage when I heard Sirens high pitch laughter and screaming, she came running around the side of the BVB bus and a few moments after Ashley came barreling around the corner, chasing her.

"No, Ashley! No, no no!" she yelled as she giggled.

Ashley ran up behind her and scooped her up and put her over his shoulder. "RAWR!! You cannot escape!" he growled.

I heard footsteps behind me. My spine had electricity in it when he spoke. "Oh God, I hope your friend isn't fragile, he's dropped people before when carrying them like that." I glanced over my shoulder, it was Andy.

"She's strong, I just need her back for sound check. We have to be on in five minutes."

"Oh shit," he yelled over at Ashley, "Hey sheriff, your inmate is required for a performance so unless you have to, she needs released at the earliest possible time!"

Ashley mumbled something and then set her down. She laughed again and ran over to me. I rolled my eyes and rounded up everyone, we walked onto the stage and got in our places. Siren grabbed her guitar off the rack backstage. I picked up the red mic off the shelf and stepped back on stage. Allie was readjusting the drums. "Damn it I knew CC was tall but how the hell can he stretch this far to drum? Damn." I waited a few moment and everyone got in place, adjusting their equipment. I looked at the mic stand. It was set at least a foot too tall. I adjusted the knobs, bringing it down to my face, even with my mouth. I pushed my sunglasses back up on my nose and looked down at James in the audience space.

"All ready?"

"Ready."

"First song guys, Bring Me to Life." I said. I heard Dylan begin the entrance on the keyboard next to his guitar. I took a deep breath. My knees were shaking, my palms sticky, and my throat went dry. I closed my eyes and imagined sitting in my car, singing to the highway. The windows were down and the music blasting through the speakers,

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my corer, where I've become so numb, without a soul. My spirits sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there and lead it back home."

I opened my eyes and continued through the song, Siren adding a harmony and Tyler doing the screams. My body was no longer shaking, my veins coursing with adrenaline as I sang the final line. James nodded at me and wrote a few things on the clipboard. I looked out into where the audience would be. In the middle BVB stood, all clapping. I smiled. I looked toward the back and noticed Seth for the first time, he was leaning against an equipment box, arms crossed over his chest, he did not look pleased...

What was his problem? I was finally getting the recognition I'd always wanted. I didn't care, I had a sound check to finish. I shook it off and cleared my mind. It didn't matter. I looked back out and saw Andy was gone. I glanced around and finally saw him walking over to Seth. Oh God....

Notes

That's all I have for this morning (: I don't think I'll be able to write anymore until late tonight, but keep checking. Thank you BVB army, and yes, What will happen with Seth and andy now?