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                                          Cassandra had been up all night, again, for the second time this week. It was starting to get on her nerves, after all, how was she supposed to perform in front of a crowd without sleep? She had been fighting sleep by practicing, nonstop, like she did 2 before every performance. Of course dawn was breaking and she needed a break. It was around this time that she got her water, gargled, and massaged her throat to make sure she didn’t mess anything up. Cassidy had a tendency to bother her band mates with these nightly practices so usually she holed herself in the bathroom of the tour bus, stuck a towel underneath the door so that very little sound escaped and practiced. Now, however, she was sitting at the table of the tour bus, I-pad in hand, watching youtube. She had her ear-buds plugged in so she could listen to some of her music like The All-American Rejects, or Bayside, or just some little band that had no name. Flipping through the several tabs on her I-Pad she decided to make a quick stop to Twitter to post an update for any number of fans that would read and reply, normally they had a guy for that, but Cass enjoyed running her own twitter, it didn’t take any time at all.

                                          Cassidy watched a bit as her twitter blew up with suggestion from fans, even so early in the morning they were checking twitters and facebooks, trying to get a hint at the playlist for tonight. She quickly changed tabs back to a simple text document that had the songs they were playing tonight. After looking at the words for a moment she laid her head down on the table, refusing to fall asleep. Taking a deep breath she pulled her head back up and opened up the mini-fridge to find an energy drink. It was Mountain Dew Kick Starter, not exactly her favorite, but it was something to keep her awake. Sitting back down, she put her back against the window, drew her legs to her chest, and played with the I-Pad further. She had her PSP Vita on her bunk, but she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on it, so instead she played the pokemon tower defense game that one of her fans told her about after she posted an update asking for any fun games to play on the I-Pad.

                                          It was an entertaining game despite her being relatively new to it. She placed several pokemon in the way of other pokemon and watched as her strategies worked out. She giggled occasionally and was otherwise having a good time, she didn’t like to work all the time and she was more tired than she was used to. Normally she could do this kind of stuff without a problem, but lately she hadn’t been feeling good and she knew she had a fever, she hated doctors so Cassidy decided to ignore it for now, but after not sleeping for a while it was beginning to bother her. It had been persistent throughout the night, but the distractions of singing and playing games and tweeting was helping to keep her distracted from it, while she could ignore it, she knew it wasn’t going to go away. However she had a show to play tonight, she couldn’t be worried about some small fever; Cassidy had to put on make-up, decide on what clothes and accessories that she was going to wear. She was a very busy entertainer, like she was sure many entertainers were. She sipped the energy drink which was slowly bringing her back from the sleepiness, though she would assume it’d take a few more cans to feel fully awake.

                                          Cassidy begrudgingly stood up from her seat and placed down her I-Pad with the game paused. It’d be easier to decide on an outfit now, throw on her pajamas, and then just wait until she actually had to get on stage to get dressed. It was a solid plan, after all no one really cared if she wore pajamas all day as long as she looked good on stage, something she found relatively easy. She pulled her clothes out of a drawer underneath her bunk and grabbed her kigurumi, a fox head to toe comfortable pajamas; it was relatively cool in the bus, so she didn’t have to wear anything other than a pair of underwear. She then went to the bathroom and locked it up. She completely changed out of her jeans and plain t-shirt to put on her plain underwear and then the fox kigurumi outfit before stepping out of the bathroom. She pulled the hood over her short blond hair and threw the clothes into a hamper. Now she had to decide on her onstage outfit. She decided to leave the shirt for later, but she decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and then various accessories that would go well with the outfit.

                                          Throwing her clothes onto the bed she found her spot again and went into the same back-against-window-legs-against-chest position; however this time she wanted to play a different game. She pulled up one of the several games, which took up more space on her I-Pad than her music, to play. Cassandra saw a little message pop up on the side of her I-Pad. She had a texting service and she noticed that it was from someone very odd, her older brother. She hadn’t spoken to her brother since she was in junior high. He was eight years older than she was, so during that time he had gone off to college. Before that he picked on her a lot, sometimes resulting in physical violence, a shattered self-esteem, and grounding. He seemed happy to leave her and made no attempt to talk to her, he talked to her dad, she knew that much, but never to her. What did her want? Cassidy stared at the message hard before tapping on it and going to his message.

                                          ‘Hey Sis, it’s been a while hasn’t it? I saw you on a music site I like to visit. Now you’re, like, famous right? That’s so cool! I’m glad that you changed from the way you were in junior high; I can’t believe you’re performing on stage and stuff. So mom says you send her money, do you think you could send some to me?’

                                          There was more to read, but she left the message quickly and blocked the number. He contacted her just to ask for money? Also, what was mom doing telling him her number? Mom knew that she had a bad relationship with him, and it was just cruel that he was messaging her like this. She was 23 now, and he was in his 30’s! Why should he be asking her for money? Cassandra angrily moved to a different screen and then back to her game. She couldn’t get angry now, she’d focus on it after the show, right now it’d be better to focus on just thinking happy thoughts and playing a fun tower defense game. However it was hard resisting the urge to unblock her brother and curse him out beyond anyone’s help.

                                          Cassidy put her head against the window and closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry, the jerk wasn’t worth crying over, but she did remember all the things that he had done to her. She had initially joined the band just to get away from him, and mom didn’t help, choosing to ignore things and her father’s idea was to ground the both of them to make them get along. Still it wasn’t fair to ignore her brother, but she didn’t feel well enough to answer, she’d answer him after the show, maybe send him some money so that he’d leave her alone so that she could continue living life without her brother getting involved. Taking a deep breath she shook herself awake again and put on some loud music to keep her awake this time. She was back to listening to one of her favorite The All-American Rejects song, Dirty Little Secret. It was such a good song, to her anyway, and she loved the head shaking beat. Tyson Ritter was a great singer and during the beginning of her career she modeled a lot of her songs that she wrote after All-American Rejects’ songs.

                                          Rocking her head gently to the beat of the song she looked out the window it was nearing noon now, the show was six hours from now and she could feel her body practically shaking with excitement. With six hours to go she wondered what the other headliners, Airline 44, were doing. After all they had to be just as excited as she was. Tossing the empty energy drink into the trash can she grabbed another Mountain Dew Kick Starter and began to drink. She began to drink quickly now, due to her nervousness. She thought about going to the Airline 44 tour bus and asking for one of their shirts to wear, hopefully they remembered to bring their merchandise with them, she liked supporting the other bands and they were closing tonight, so it’d be good to get the crowd pumped up for them. While they were natural rivals there was no reason to dislike or hate the other band, there was no point. Instead she supported them with hopes of getting support back. This was their first time touring together. The venue looked like the usual gig, she had toured before and a lot of these places began to muddle together to her. She was starting to fall a little bit asleep when she heard some commotion going on outside in the parking lot.

                                          Looking out the window and into the parking lot she looked with an horrified expression as she saw the fight broke out. She wasn’t all that opposed to fighting, but she was opposed to fighting during the tour. However during this moment she felt like she couldn’t do anything to help, after all she was about half the size of these guys, how could she help at all? Despite being in her pajamas she opened the door to the bus and rushed out. She recognized both of the men easily now that she got a closer look, one was Bentley, she had heard some nasty rumors about a drug addiction though she didn’t have anything to prove it, and the other was Oliver, the normally calm vocalist of Airline 44, why were they fighting? Especially on tour? She looked around for help. They shouted insults at one another and then Bentley just let loose, she hadn’t seen something like this since she was in High School. Normally she wouldn’t get involved with such matters, boys will be boys after all, but the night of the venue was not the time to fight.

                                          “Hey! HEY! Guys stop it!” Cassidy shouted as she approached the two fighting boys. She had tolerated Bentley on the few occasions they met and she was generally friendly with Oliver. She reached for the raised arm of Bentley and yanked back. She felt her grasp slip as she was unable to stop the young man. She looked at him angrily before shouting again. “Bentley! Stop! That’s enough, look, Oliver’s done. Just let it go, please!” Cassidy pleaded to the young man concerned for the vocalist’s life and the show in general, after all having the police show up six hours before the show was bad luck, and she didn’t want that.


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                                          It was the beginning of something marvelous. The Risky Business tour was going to be the greatest opportunity ever given to The Concept. While, the band had it's ups and downs, they were sticking together through this tour, whether Elise had to pull them on stage or not. Sure, they had their fair share of problems, but that doesn't mean they were bad at playing music. Hell, they were great at it. Elise sang vocals for the Metalcore band, and she enjoyed herself a lot. Music had been her passion for a very long time, especially singing. Her mother had made her join chorus when she was in middle school, and Elise hated being told what to sing. She liked creating her own music and letting her friends be the first to hear it. When she got to high school she finally convinced her mother to let her quit chorus and do her own thing at local cafe's around Detroit.

                                          Sophomore year, the band was formed, and Elise was loving everything about life then. But now, it seemed like everything was slowly coming undone. When the bands' bassist, Gemini and guitarist, Bentley got into a fight and Bentley got arrested, the end of the band looked close in sight. And really, they did break up. But, they managed to settle their differences, mostly, and re create the band for the Risky Business tour. When the fight broke out, Elise had been there. Gemini had influenced the fight and actually started it. Bentley just fought back in self defense. But, when the police got there and Gemini had a couple bruises, Bentley was the one that went in the back of the car. If you asked her if she had taken sides, then she would tell you that she was all the way on Bentley's side. It wasn't just because she liked sleeping with him and she enjoyed domestic violence. It was because she knew, for a fact, what really happened, and she had his back no matter what.

                                          Elise had spent most of the ride across the US in her bunk, listening to her iPod and lip singing along to the songs. The rest of the time consisted of drinking coffee and smoking, which she spent a lot of her time doing anyways. It was really hard for Elise to keep to herself, though. Considering there were 5 males on the bus, and only 3 females, including Elise, she had to try extremely hard to not flirt. From what she could tell the boys of Blur the Lines weren't the friendliest of men, but maybe she just read them wrong. Elise was a big person to judge you based on first impressions. If you came off on her as rude, or inconsiderate, you probably weren't ever going to gain her stamp of approval. Although, to most guys that didn't bother them, they didn't want the attention of a 'slut'. But, Elise didn't like to call herself a slut, she just liked sex. Unfortunately, men can have all the sex that they want and not be criticized for it, but once they find out a women has a lot of sex they're labeled and shamed.

                                          But, she can't dwell on that forever, now can she? By the movement around her, she could tell that they were getting close to the venue. So, she got out from her bunk and unplugged herself for a moment to go look out the window. When she reached the window she was excited to see the city of Pomona in view. It was as if the whole tour was actually becoming real for her. She hoped that it was like that for more than just her.

                                          "Hello, California!" She exclaimed before backing herself away from the window and going to find her suitcase so that she could change into clothes that weren't for lazying around. When you were traveling, you wanted to be comfortable, and it didn't really matter what you looked like a lot of the time. So, why would she bother with a whole outfit just for sitting in a bus all day?

                                          Once Elise rummaged through her suitcase she found a suitable outfit for the weather at hand and changed. It was a little chilly outside, and cloudy, so a sweatshirt seemed like the best choice. As Elise made her way back to her bunk to listen to some more music she noticed that they were actually in the city now, and almost there. As she turned her music back on and looked back at the ceiling she felt her phone vibrate with a twitter notification. Bentley had posted something, meaning he was actually awake, which impressed her. She replied to his tweet and sighed when they got into an argument, that wasn't a good sign, and Elise hoped that it didn't mean a fight later.

                                          All of a sudden, Elise felt the bus roll to a stop behind a very large building. That meant they had arrived. As she was starting to unplug herself, one of the Blur The Lines boys walked past her and told everyone to get up. A sigh escaped her lips, he probably was really young, compared to everyone else on the tour. Then, she saw that Bentley was the next person to exit. Which, surprised her, usually he didn't like to involve himself with people. So, Elise got up off her bunk and exited the bus to find Bentley smashing Oliver's face in. A sigh escaped her lips as she saw another girl, if Elise remembered correctly, she was from The Forward Theory, try and pull Bentley off of Oliver. The girl was really small, and had no chance of pulling Bentley anywhere.

                                          Elise readied herself to intervene. She had pulled Gemini and Bentley apart last time, and this time she was going to make sure no hits were flung at her. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she approached the two men, and stood where she could get a good angle on Bentley. With that, Elise faced Bentley and moved her left hand onto his face to grab his attention and her right arm around his waist to pull him back.

                                          "Come on, love. We don't need you getting arrested again." Thankfully, he calmed down some and she managed to pull him off of the blonde vocalist. "You don't need that, either. Look at you, you're high as a kite." She sighed and moved her hand to wipe some blood off his face. Then, turned around to face Oliver and the others, "Are you happy?' She asked blatantly before looking at Bentley again, "Let's go wash you up and get you something to eat, away from the venue, ok?"

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____________________________Vincent Alexander Saint-Pierre

"I choose a lazy person to do a hard job.A lazy person will find an easy way to do it."

The Lady Loving Lead Guitarist

                                                An annoyed grunt was heard as a young man bumped his head once again. "Son of a b***h." He grumbled as he rubbed the top of his head, finally rolling out of the bunk he had claimed as his own. He'd planned on just getting a little bit of sleep before they arrived and most of his time on the bus had been spent softly snoring in his top bunk. Being six foot five had it's advantages but being in a bus like this was not one of those times. He hardly seemed content and after a quick check of the fridge and finding no alcohol didn't seem to help his attitude. He had made his way to the lounge in the back of the bus, taking a seat in the small slightly secluded area and made an attempt to wake himself with a Red Bull he had found. He gave a slightly disgusted look at the taste, not used to the drink without it being mixed with some type of alcohol.

                                                Finally finding himself possessing more than a bit of energy he scratched his shoulder, causing the sleeve of hsi favorite polo to ride up and reveal one of his tattooos. His 'Only the Strong Survive' was on his right arm, with the Led Zeppelin tattoo on his left shoulder. he planned on getting plenty more as soon as he could actually figure out what else he wanted. The gray jeans he wore wear faded and torn in several places but it had never bothered him and he lived in a place warm enough holes weren't much of an issue in clothing. But the hat of one of his favorite sports teams that sat atop his head looked as if it was brand new despite being several years old. He had to look nice in case he ran into any attractive women, not that he had been able to speak to any yet he'd been asleep most of the ride. But he had of course figured there would be more when they finally arrived along with the fact he was incredibly tired. He had his Nikes half on as he stretched out and found himself wide awake after a few more long drinks of his energy drink.

                                                His brown eyes wandered around the small lounge his fingers tapping a familiar beat on the seat he was in. The drums intro to Tom Sawyer subtly heard before he started to sing quietly to himself while he relaxed. "Modern day warrior, mean, mean stride. Today's Tom Sawyer mean, mean pride." He sung to himself with his fingers still tapping the beat. He continued singing to himself, his voice rather low for someone to try and sing Rush. He had a thing for classic rock more than any other type of music, and it was apparent in his style on stage. He was all for theatrics and wasn't the type to shy away from the spotlight and almost seemed to crave it with his over the top antics. Even in small venues he would make sure the crowd enjoyed themselves as much as he did, of course his fellow band mates playing as well as they always did made that much easier. It had also gotten him in a fair amount of trouble off stage with what he thought were humorous antics, while others would probably call him a child.

                                                Another annoyed sigh escaped Vincent before he had realized the bus was finally stopping. He tossed the now empty can in the garbage before hopping to his feet. His stomach had been growling and if he didn't get some food soon he was going to start getting angry. "We're here, now somebody get the hell up and come get some food. If I don't get a steak in the next hour I'm going to pass out and performing while unconscious is rather difficult. Or, well at least I would assume it to be difficult." Vince called out as he jumped down the stairs of the bus and onto the concrete. He hadn't even looked to see if the other bands they were touring with were around. He'd seen a bit about each band and could probably recognize their members if given a few hints but that wasn't his main concern for the time being. "I need booze and food. Whose coming?" He spoke rather loudly back towards his bus as he lifted his hat and smoothed his hair. If none of his band members came he could always just head to a decent bar and see if he could pick up a woman before he'd even played.

                                                It wasn't immediately that he'd noticed the brawl that had broken out. It looked like the Bentley fellow and the weird blonde guy from one of the 'headliner' bands had gotten into it. From what he could tell it was Bentley that had started it, it wasn't looking too good for the singer of Airline from what he'd seen. Being a hockey player he didn't break up any fight that didn't have an immediate impact on him. Fighting was in his blood and the adrenaline couldn't be helped as he felt his blood begin to boil in anticipation. Of course several other folks jumped in to break it up and pull the two apart. "Not even off the bus for ten minutes and it seems like we've been booked for a series of boxing matches. I wonder if this'll be pay per view or it'll just be recorded and sold as a collection. A greatest hits compilation could be for the best. If they break it into parts I'm sure they could make some decent money off rock star fights. I should trademark that before they steal my idea." He spoke to himself as he found a seat on a curb. He didn't need to get mixed up with those two as a fight wouldn't bode well for his chances with any of the females here. He still wasn't sure what to make of the new band member they'd gotten to replace his best friend. He'd decided to keep his distance for the time being, noticing the smoking and with that being one of the few things that would annoy him he'd probably have just gotten annoyed and had to walk away anyway. So rather than trying to seem rude he sat on the curb by himself, grabbing the little flask he always carried and poured some of the delicious vodka down his gullet.

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                                                  Bentley didn't have it in himself to stop repeatedly punching Oliver once the fight has really started. Months of frustration was finally escaping from his system with every punch that successfully landed on the vocalist's face. Even though it seemed like Oliver wasn't going to fight back at all after every few punches Bentley threw the vocalist would get one good clip at his features. The punches he threw were fast and few and far between but they did damage. The most recent collided with Bentley's jaw with another sickening crack and made shoot through his features and too the back of his head that was sure to be seeping blood by this point. The guitarist was sure he should stop. Oliver was in even worse shape than he was, but he was too far gone. Someone would have to to physically pull them apart because there would be no way that Bentley could muster the self control on his own to stop.

                                                  Someone, just as expected, tried to stop the events that were unfolding in the parking lot by screaming at the pair in the shrill voice that Bentley simply ignored. No one was going to tell him what to do now. It was already too late for that. He got a few more bunches in before the owner of the same voice that was yelling made the ignorant decision to grab one of Bentley's fist before he was about to drive it into Oliver's body yet again. Without a seconds thought he ripped his hand from their small palm and continued onward. He rained punch after punch onto his opponent for what felt like an eternity. His hand was aching, screaming to stop taking the assault of bone smashing into it after every blow. Although someone else finally intervened, but instead of yelling a soft hand was pressed to his face to get his attention and another arm wrapped around his waist. "Come on, love. We don't need you getting arrested again." His band mates words immediately made him halt his assault on the headlining vocalist. For some reason Elise always had that kind of affect on him. No matter what she was able to calm his temper in a matter of moments. So even though he knew his expression read pure annoyance as the smaller female pulled his body off of Oliver he was partially happy it was her that broke everything up. His mind was still hazed with the drug he had taken earlier on and adrenaline was pumping quickly through his veins. He was in no position to have someone yell at him now that everything was said and done but he knew Elise wouldn't do something of that nature. She treated him like a human being and it always made his heart partially melt. He kept his eyes completely fixed on her once she got him a safe distance away from Oliver. If he looked back at the snotty vocalist his temper would flare again. But Elise kept him grounded and he needed that in that moment. "You don't need that, either. Look at you, you're high as a kite." For some reason those words made him look away from his band mate for a short moment, ashamed. He hated it when Elise of all people knew he was high. Though he was sure she could of figured it out on her own. They had been friends for so long now. She knew all of his dirty little secrets. So he was sure even before she saw him she could figure out he was high on something. Hell this fight probably wouldn't of sparked if he was sober.

                                                  He quickly got over his shame in a second and looked back up to her soft eyes from the ground. "Let's go wash you up and get you something to eat, away from the venue, ok?" The young guitarist simply nodded in agreement before he finally moved to pull his already aching body off of the pavement. When Elise had pulled them apart Bentley didn't manage to hide the almost annoyed expression that crossed his features at first. He didn't want to. As much as he liked, maybe even loved, Elise he still wanted to show that stuck up vocalist that he wasn't one to mess with. However as he stood up slowly, using the bus to balance himself, the better part of his mind made him admit to himself that deep down he was thankful that Elise came out to stop the fight when she did. She wasn't out there pulling them apart because she simply didn't want Bentley to bruise the record labels prized vocalist, it was obvious that she was simply protecting him for the trouble that they both knew he could get in if it continued. Bentley wouldn't of stopped anytime soon. It would of kept going and with every punch his chances of getting arrested increased and the band couldn't afford that. Invincible records would want absolutely want nothing to do with the openers if the cops got called because of something Bentley did. They drop the band in a heart beat and the guitarist was sure that he'd end up in jail. He had been able to cheat it for a long time now but his extensive record would betray him with another assault and battery charge. This time around with another charge a year in a cell would be lucky break. Though that in all honesty wouldn't be very likely. The hot headed guitarist had riding in the back of police cars since he was fifteen years old. His juvenile record alone would have been enough to land any adult in prison for the rest of their life and that was only the few crimes he actually managed to get caught with.

                                                  The guitarist wasn't always on the wrong side of the law growing up. But once his single father decided that a move to Detroit would be a good idea everything went downhill for the teenager. At a very impressionable age he was looking for anywhere to fit in and somehow he found it with one of the cities gangs. His dad didn't think that his son would get involved with those types of people, he had raised him to do the right things in life, but as a rebellious move for acceptance he did just that. With his temper and stubborn attitude he made a name for himself while he pushed drugs that the gang told him too. Small jobs turned into larger ones and it was only a matter of time until he was robbing convenience stores between snorting a line with the other kids that would later turn into career criminals and drug addicts.

                                                  Bentley was on the same track himself, he had been to court dozens of times and never managed to get off probation during his teenage years. However, somehow he ended up becoming a part of The Concept. The band at first meant nothing to him, he only showed up to practice when he wasn't doing a job, and he was always sky high. Although before he really noticed it managed to turn his life around. He started showing up to practices sober and even eventually left the gang, something that he would never like to recall in the rest of his life time. Once he was an adult he still continued to do all of the drugs he had gotten into in his early teenage years but he kicked most of his old ways. There was only one thing he never managed to curve. His tendency to start fights. Even though they did start to slowly decrease in frequency he had still gotten into a handful of them. All of which always ended up in him getting arrested and later charged with something in a court of law. He managed to cheat the system but those charges would always follow him now and after the most recent events with Gemini he was sure he would finally end up in jail.

                                                  By a crappy luck of the draw, the night that everything went down, the cops that showed up ended up being the same officers that had arrested Bentley multiple times before. So it only took them about a minute from the time they made it inside to smash the musician's face into the floor and cuff his hands behind his back without even a single question asked about the incident. As much as those douche bags cared Bentley had simply went off his rocker yet again and this time he wasn't getting in a simple street fight over a bad drug deal, he went after a female that probably looked pretty innocent at the time. Luckily, somehow, over the night he spent in jail the charges against him got dropped. But now if he got arrested again he'd be running the same risk as before and someone on the tour would of called the cops if he kept smashing Oliver's face in.

                                                  So the guitarist pushed any sort of annoyance about the ended fight aside as he followed Elise back into the bus he had just left to get cleaned up like she suggested. His face was caked with dried blood from his opponent and even some fresh patches from his own wounds. There was an angry gash above on of his eyebrows from a ring Oliver was wearing during their fight. Blood was running down into one of his deep brown eyes. As soon as his aching body made it into the small bathroom behind Elise he grabbed a folded towel and pressed it hard to his throbbing face. “ Oh god Elise, My face ******** hurts” He muttered under his breath before he took a moment to look up at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The picture that looked back at him back him outwardly gasp. “ Wow” It might not of seemed like it at the time but Oliver had managed to do a number on his face with the few punches he threw. Bentley's eye was not only full of his own blood was it was beginning to swell and an angry bruise from an unexpected left hook painted his jaw line. To match the damage blood was running down his neck, and flowed over defined hand marks on his neck, from when his head cracked against the concrete when Oliver dropped him earlier on “ I don't want everyone to think I'm just a temperamental drug addict. But that's obviously not going to happen right now. ******** Oliver” Bentley tried to keep his last comment low enough for only himself to hear. The last thing he wanted was to the rest of the tour to think he was weak but for some reason seeming as such around Elise wasn't so bad. She was probably the only person he could trust.


                                                  ((O.O.C ~ Too long but #yolo ~))

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                                          Relief flooded over Elise as he took her offer to go inside and get washed up. Even if he had said no, she would've made him. There was no way that he was going anywhere on her clock with blood caked all over his face, most of it not even his. It wasn't that she was ashamed of him, she just didn't want anymore people questioning his sanity than need be. Elise knew how hard it was for him sometimes, especially when he first joined the band. They had all helped each other get out of their ruts, whether it be alcohol or drugs or bad relationships. Personally for Elise, it was a bad relationship. Which might surprise most people, because when you think of her, you think that she sleeps with everyone and doesn't want to have relationships.

                                          When Elise was a freshman she met a boy. When they first started talking, she thought he would just be another guy that she slept with and it would be no big deal. They would have sex, and move on. Maybe keep in contact for more fun times. Which is what it was for a while. They hooked up about 4 or 5 times before Elise realized she had actual feelings for him. He apparently did too. He treated her like a human, and not just like a girl that he could have sex with. They talked at school and hung out as friends, went to get coffee sometimes, all that jazz. Eventually, they started dating. He was really nice to her, took her to homecoming, on dates, showed her off to all his friends. Of course this was before she knew the band, so it felt good to feel important to someone, and she went along with it.

                                          All good things must come to an end though. The more Elise hung out with him, the more she saw the real him. He wasn't as sweet and cool as he put off to people. When they were alone, they fought a lot. Screaming would ensue, and eventually hitting began. It happens to a lot more people than you think, and generally they stay with the person and deny all efforts of help. And, Elise was like that for a while, because the marks he left weren't noticeable. They were slaps, or bruises on her arms from grabbing, nothing that lasted long enough for anybody to see and question. But, he made a mistake, and gave her a black eye. And that is when it went to s**t. Freshman year was coming to a close, and she had just started hanging out with the members of the Concept. Summer was going to be their start, their grand start. So, someone asked her about it, and she was honest. He had done it, and when he got word that Elise had told someone about it, and that it spread around school, it was over for him

                                          She wasn't bitter over it, and she wasn't scared of men. Elise just didn't like relationships anymore. They all ended up badly, whether abuse ended it or just frustrations. Her whole family was just full of divorce, and her father was an angry alcoholic. Sometimes she asked herself, why she got into those situations in the first place. She pledged that she would get involved emotionally with someone again, unless she knew 100% how they reacted to all situations. Elise liked to speak her mind, and she couldn't be with someone who didn't like that.

                                          Thankfully, Bentley was a pretty chill guy from what she knew about him, and they had known each other for 7 years. So, she was grateful that she was able to help him out, and he was able to help her out. They weren't together though, and she didn't plan on being with him in any other way than a ******** buddy and band mate, just because of what happened last time that escalated. It sucks how things like that work out sometimes, huh?

                                          Elise managed to push those thought from high school out of her mind, so that she could focus on helping Bentley up and into the bus. It took a minute, just because he was high and drained of energy from beating Oliver's face in. A sigh escaped her lips as she slipped into the tiny bathroom with Bentley right behind her. When she turned to face him, she winced slightly at the sight that was in front of her. When he exclaimed his pain to her, she sighed and took the towel from him to put some alcohol on it. "This is going to hurt for a second." She said softly before pressed the towel with freshly soaked alcohol onto his forehead. Then, continued to wipe off the blood that was just on the surface so that his face looked somewhat clean. Elise looked at the full damage as she looked up and down his face, it made her wince in memory of the same marks that used to spread across her body in high school.

                                          "Hey. It'll be okay. He's not worth anymore of your time anyway." As she finished up cleaning his face, Elise turned to find some Band-Aids. When she found them, she let out a sigh of accomplishment before turning back to Bentley and apply a Band-Aid onto his eyebrow, where his skin had split. "Alright, there you go." Elise then threw away the trash and placed a hand on Bentley's arm, gently.

                                          "Let's go get something to eat, yeah? I think I heard something about Vincent going to get some steak and tits, but I personally just want steak and some booze." She smiled at him playfully before opening the door to the bathroom, "Plus, I think you could use some time to sober up, anyways." Elise was actually disappointed in herself for telling someone else they needed to sober up. She needed to stop drinking before she became her dad.

                                          As the two made it out of the bus and found where Vincent was sitting on the curb, Elise smiled at him. "Alright, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to bail this place for some food, I'm starving."

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                                          The psycho had just ignored her and continued to punch; she couldn’t do much, a five foot girl like her? She was good with her words, not with her fist, and from the rumors she heard about Bentley he wouldn’t have any issue with hitting her. She watched as someone she vaguely knew as Elise place a soft hand Cassidy almost wanted to stop her, but then Bentley reacted in the best way possible at this point, he stopped. She watched, rather concerned, as Bentley was taken back to the tour bus. Vincent just sat on the curb and drank from his flask, the drunk hadn’t even moved a finger to help and had only made snooty comments as someone was beat nearly to a pulp. However that was expected of him, she had known Vince for a while now professionally and he never got involved in things that didn’t involve him, to her it seemed like his most impressive trait, not sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. She crouched down next to Oliver and helped him up the best she could, but in the end he had to do most of the heavy lifting by himself, when he was finally standing Cassandra finally got a good look at his face.

                                          “Oh no, your face is screwed all to hell. Come on let’s get you back to your tour bus and see what Doctor Cassidy Northwood can do.” Cassidy told him in a gentle voice as she reached up and lightly touched a tender part of his face, he really was banged up. However she had great experience in treating wounds, she hadn’t been involved in a lot of fights outside of her family. Her brother found great pleasure in beating her up when they were kids and up until he left during her junior year of middle school. Luckily her brother hadn’t broken anything, but he still did a great number on her. Gently she ushered her fellow vocalist to their tour bus. She couldn’t believe that Bentley, or anyone for that matter, would do such a thing to Oliver. Of course she blamed Oliver a bit for his part in causing it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be too mad at Oliver; however she could be absolutely infuriated with Bentley, which she was. She wanted to report him to the cops, but she didn’t want the venue to be canceled because of this thing, she’d do what she could to help out Oliver and probably take him to the hospital to make sure nothing was broken.

                                          The show had to go on, but as she got a good luck at Oliver’s face, even with her eyes going in and out of focus from sleep deprivation and a slight sugar high, she knew that he wasn’t going to look presentable for the show unless she got some ice and got him to lie down. She racked her brain for a solution, his appearance on stage mattered, after all he was finishing tonight, and if he didn’t look good it would look bad on all of their records. Then people would investigate and eventually figure out that it was a fight between Oliver and Bentley. She didn’t, no wouldn’t, let that happen. This was her show just as much as it was theirs and they had to set aside their differences to keep the show running or at least not speak to one another. Due to all of the action that had been going on she felt a bit warm in her full body pajamas, luckily Oliver didn’t swing her way so she unzipped a little bit to cool off without any worries.

                                          “Dude Bentley ******** your face up. Lie down on your bunk, I’ll get a rag and clean it up. Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Cassidy asked in a calming tone as she looked around the tour bus for something to use. The driver got something for her, she smiled and thanked him nicely before rummaging through the bathroom for some rubbing alcohol. She wetted the rag with warm water before sitting down beside Oliver. Tilting his head towards her she began to clean his face off with the rag. She was very gentle, carefully trying not to hurt him. She had never seen something this bad and considered calling a doctor, taking a break she looked down at her phone for hospitals that were near the venue, the closest one was still far away and there was no guarantee that Oliver would be able to sing tonight, which made things harder. The fans expected the show to last a long enough time, if Airline 44 couldn’t play that cut an entire playlist out. She wasn’t going to let The Concept get that spot, and she doubted the label would either. She sighed and replied to Eli from Blur the Lines about going out to eat later, Vincent’s idea, and breathed even harder. This tour was going to be long.

                                          “Oliver do you want me to call the hospital? I can fix you up alright in here, but if you’ve broken something I can’t tell.” Cassidy paused for a moment, “I can’t believe you’d do something so stupid, for as long as I’ve known you and your band you’ve never gotten into this bad of a fight. Fighting a stupid druggie opener isn’t going to help your face or your popularity.” She lectured him with concern. She didn’t like many people and when she did like someone they ended up getting themselves killed or leaving her, Oliver was trying to do the first. She understood his reasoning though, Bentley said some things he shouldn’t have but Oliver probably dealt with that before, why couldn’t he deal with that now? Finally she had finished wiping up most of the blood, but his face was already showing some swelling and discoloration, make-up could fix the discoloration, but it’d take make up magic to make the swelling not look as bad. However she could get it done if she had the right materials. She almost groaned at the thought of extra work instead of going out and eating.

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                                                  As the view of a city, Izzy assumed was Pomona, California, came into view a smile spread across the man's face. Touring had been something that he always wanted to do, and now it was becoming a reality. The only thing that Izzy hoped and prayed for is the tour not being very stressful at all. That there would be minimal fighting and minimal drama. Of course when among rock stars what else is there to expect? Izzy hadn't been searching for a life as a rock star as everyone else on the tour was. In fact, he had been going to college when a old friend of his called him up and said that a uprising band was looking for a drummer, and that screeched his life to a halt. It was the opportunity he had been looking for his entire life.

                                                  The band Blur the Lines lost their drummer and along comes Izzy with his drumsticks offering to play some awesome music with them. They accept him, but he can tell they don't want him, they want the old drummer back. Izzy can't say he blames them, their music was awesome before Izzy joined, and he listened to it all the time. Izzy 's sound was different than what the old drummer sound, but he's tried tweaking it to sound closer. You could find him constantly practicing on anything with a hard surface, trying to find his rhythm.

                                                  When he was in high school he played drums at home in his mother's garage. Almost everyday after school, that's where you would find him. Not hanging out with people his age or partying or having any kind of social life. Izzy had never been much of the person to go out and seek friendships. Usually, if they were really friendships, people would talk to him first or make some kind of comment towards him that he could talk about. But, that wasn't the case with the boys of Blur the Lines. It was hard to mingle with the boys , they had been friends for a really long time and their target music audience was teenagers.

                                                  Izzy kept to himself most of the ride, but so did the rest of the bus. Considering they were sharing a bus with The Concept, it had kind of an awkward air to it. You could find him laying in his bunk, tapping his drum sticks against the roof. They had just arrived in Pomona, California. It was beautiful outside, and he felt not too out of place. Being in Cali, they weren't far from they're hometown, Las Vegas. Vegas was a hard town to grow up in. It was away from a lot of things, but still close to a lot of things.. But, he was grateful that Blur the Lines was able to tour and bring rock back while seeing places all over America. Although, this was Izzy's first tour and all he'd seen was the southwest. He was excited to see more though, preferably the north.

                                                  The bus lurched to a stop as they pulled up in front of the first venue. Izzy stood up from his bunk and stretched his arms out. He was wearing his typical tank top and shorts garb, and decided that he wasn't going to change for the show. As Izzy made his way to the window to look out at the venue he smiled. It was really nice looking, and it made Izzy feel all giddy that there were a bunch of people that were going to be rocking to their music, hopefully. Izzy was wishing that people would come and see their show, if they didn't the tour would be soon doomed. As Izzy stood up from his bunk and stretched his arms he looked down the aisle of the bus. No one was moving, from either band.. A sigh escaped his lips as he shouted and walked towards the door, "Come on boys and girls! Time to get to rockin'! We don't have time to be lazying about!" Hopefully, that got people moving a bit.

                                                  Izzy stepped off the tour bus in time to see the other vans containing the other two bands for the tour in them. A smile slipped across his face before he checked his watch. Of all the things he could crave, it was a good hamburger. But, also, a beer. Izzy slipped onto the bus quickly to grab his a bottle before stepping off again and taking a sip. It would hold him over until he could get into the real stuff after the show.

                                                  Just as Izzy was taking the fifth drink of alcohol, he noticed that Bentley, from the Concept, and Oliver from Airline 44 started yelling at each other. Izzy didn't think much of it at first, even Izzy had a hot head sometimes, but it was usually for a good reason. When you hung around him a lot and got to know him, he was a protective a*****e. As he sat there, he watched the argument escalate to grabbing and throwing and punching. That couldn't be good at all for anybody. If there was one thing that Izzy didn't enjoy, it was getting punched and provoked. Suddenly, Bentley was on top of Oliver, smashing his face in. "s**t." He muttered after bringing his bottle down from his lips. It went on for a few more moments before a short-haired blonde tried to pull Bentley off of Oliver. With a sigh, Izzy stood up and jogged lightly closer to the two males, just as a tall brunette intervened. He had seen her on the bus earlier, hanging out in her bunk. She was really pretty, but didn't really seem like his type.

                                                  Surprisingly, the girl, Elise he thought her name was, intervene and pull Bentley back off of Oliver. Of course, Izzy caught the end of Vince's comment as the yelling stopped around him. It was just like him to say some snark comment and not do anything about it. From what Izzy had experienced, Vincent wasn't a very kind fellow and also liked to sleep around. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but sometimes he pushed things too far.

                                                  As the two men parted, with women no less, into their separate buses, Izzy was left standing there. A sigh escaped his lips, Oliver looked like he had been pretty torn up from Bentley's beating. Izzy hesitated to go and help, but decided to do it. He finished off his beer and threw the bottle across the lot towards the trash cans, where it made contact with the ground before shattering. He made his way up the steps of Airline's bus to find Oliver and Cassidy.

                                                  "Uh, hey guys. Need any help in here?" Izzy made his way closer to Oliver before observing the damage. "That's pretty gnarly, dude." A smile spread across Izzy's face, "But, I've seen worse. You'll probably be okay. Just need some sterilization and ice. Not much you can do about a broken nose, either." A simple shrug was given to Oliver, as if to say, sucks to suck.

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                                          She can’t believe it was tenth grade year when her and the rest of the band got together. It doesn’t feel like that long ago, but then again her life was filled with blank memories where alcohol and drugs had taken place of what could have been a cherished moment. Gemini was now completely different; older, much taller, and many more countless things made her the adult (if you could call it that) that she is now. Gemini was at least talented in one thing. She had a knack for learning instruments. You could hand her something she didn’t know how to play and within a week or two she’d be flying high with that instrument and playing it pretty well, if not mastered it.

                                          It had been a long trip. Although she was just a part of an opener band, she was psyched if anything. This was possibly their chance to make it big and she wanted that so badly, for her and her band mates. The only thing not so great about the whole thing was being here with a former boyfriend who she had ended up getting in a fist fight with. She didn’t mean to get him arrested. It’s just what they did when they saw the bruises on Gemini. And with Elise being there for the whole thing? Gemini was pretty sure that Elise had picked a side long ago and she was pretty against Gemini. It wasn’t like she vocally said that she threw the first punch; she didn’t deny it either, though. She could feel the tension around the rest of the band ever since that night. But it wouldn’t just be an apology, no. She had already apologized. Hell, she dropped any charges against Bentley that she could accurately hold, despite her lawyer pleading her not to. She lost her head, indeed, and she doesn’t think there’s a way to regain any friendships now, unless they’re with other bands.

                                          She stood from her bunk, all five foot ten inches, and took a look around. Most of the people were still asleep for now. Gemini sighed softly and headed towards the bathroom with her clothes in one hand. She needed to kick this morning breath that seemed to have a side of alcohol added to it. Soon enough she was finished brushing her teeth and the parts of her hair that she was able to brush. She hurriedly put her clothes on and headed back out to the main parts of the tour bus.

                                          Gemini was still half asleep when she realized that Bentley was beating the s**t out of some dude. She had a prime view from the band’s tour bus, stepping out into the cool California air. Pamona, California. What a sight to see. The other sight was just a boxing match that had successfully been pulled apart by Elise and another girl in a fox suit. She really shouldn’t get in the middle of it, since it already seemed to be broken up nicely. Gem looked around for a second before her eyes looked on Vincent, and she found herself sitting next to him on the curb in no time, snatching the flask of booze away and trying a bit. She ended up giving it back with a grin on her face, “Ah, vodka. My kinda man.” She joked, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. “Want one?” She held the packet out for him and smiled, taking a large puff of her favorite toxin.


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                                                          Oliver couldn't of ever imagined that threatening The Concepts guitarist would escalate into such a gigantic fight in a matter of moments. Sure he hadn't really been thinking about his actions the entire time, that much was obviously in all of the insults he slung at the younger musician. But even if he was he wouldn't of ever figured that Bentley would turn into such a monster once his buttons were pushed in just the right order. Oliver watched the change on his features the second that he insulted the younger mans entire band in one sentence. He took every insult towards his own character well. Each one inflicted a little pain to his ego, it was obvious in his expressions, but nothing had a huge effect until that moment and Oliver could tell right there that he had went too far. It didn't take Bentley more than a seconds time to dive at Oliver's legs. The younger mans completely body weight slammed against Oliver's knees and he had no choice but to let his body fall to the pavement from the sheer force of the impact.

                                                          Once his body slammed against the ground he knew the fight was already won by the younger musician. One of the most important things about fighting was never to let you opponent let you get you on the ground. Then they had the upper hand and Bentley obviously proved that in the next few seconds. Oliver didn't even have time to register that he had hit the ground before the other musician's weight was pressed to the center of his chest. His body pinned the vocalist to the ground and made him gasp for air himself much like Bentley had had to do minutes before. The next thing he knew the younger man was slamming his fist over and over again against every part of his face that they could reach. The younger man obviously wasn't one to mess with. He knew how to fight and every punch he landed made Oliver's head slam back against the pavement below his already limp body. He had no chance of getting out of this situation now. So after he finally gathered his bearings the best he could in the violent he rose his forearms in front of his head, in an attempt to block the assault on his face. They didn't do much for him, Bentley knew what he was doing. Each of his fists aimed for separate corners of the vocalists face. They slammed repeatedly again the bone and Oliver had to do the best he could not to cry out in pain once Bentley had completely worked over his face for the first time.

                                                          The event lasted for what felt like an entirely from Oliver's perspective. His head was spinning from each of the blows and his swollen eyes were already threatening to close. His vision was swimming in and out of pools of black. Part of his mind was almost convinced that if he actually let his eyes close like his body was screaming out for, his hazel eyes would never open again to look out at the world again. He was sure Bentley was capable of killing him. There was nothing stopping him and the rage that painted his features before Oliver's eyes betrayed him was horrifying. He was not convinced the younger guitarist was this kind of person. If he had been he would of just taken the comment with a grain of salt and moved on with his life.

                                                          Oliver's eyes began to close, against his own will when finally the assault on his face seemed to stop abruptly. The vocalist vaguely heard someone speak to Bentley and then the younger guitarists weight was pulled from the middle of his chest. He wanted to sit up and thank however his savior was for breaking the fight up but his body didn't move just yet. His eyes stubbornly didn't want to clear as they continued to spin. His entire face throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to let his eyes close just as they had wished to moments before. Although Cassidy's face soon came into his line of vision. Even without his full eyesight he could tell that his friend was already concerned about his well being. So he forced his mind to stay awake before Cassidy moved to try and help the vocalist off of the ground. They both knew she wasn't strong enough for the task even though she meant well. Oliver had to lift his aching body off the pavement to stand on shaky legs mostly alone. Only relying on the female that was helping him for support for a mere seconds time.

                                                          Once he was was standing upright his eyes started to clear marginally but his head wouldn't stop spinning. Nothing felt right and it took every part of his mental strength to stop himself from collapsing back down to the pavement when Cassidy lifted her hand to touch a tender part of his face. Just the simple action send crippling waves of pain through his body. “Oh no, your face is screwed all to hell. Come on let’s get you back to your tour bus and see what Doctor Cassidy Northwood can do.”  The vocalist would of nodded in confirmation with her plan if he could of. Instead he focused what little energy he had at that very moment in time on shuffling his feet. Small step by small step towards his tour bus that was only a few feet away.

                                                          The walk back to the bus, and up the incredibly step steps was incredibly slow for the musician. He had to stop every few steps to will himself to stop from passing out before he made it inside. But with a great deal of effort he accomplished the task.“Dude Bentley ******** your face up. Lie down on your bunk, I’ll get a rag and clean it up. Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Oliver finally willed himself to nod before he dragged his feet the few more steps towards his bunk. “ I don't really want to talk about it.” He muttered while he let his body collapse in a heap against the thin mattress. A tour bus bed had never felt his comfortable in his entire career. “ I just went too far. It wont happen again” The promise sounded feeble as it escaped from his lips to his friend but he certainly meant it. There was no way in hell he would ever try to go up against Bentley again. He'd just keep his distance from him for the rest of the tour. Hell he'd even avoid him for the rest of his career if he had to.

                                                          Oliver stayed quiet for the rest of the time he spent in Cassidy's presence. He could feel her cleaning his face and even though each of her moments sent shock waves of pain through his body he was thankful that she was taking the task upon herself. He certainly wouldn't of if he pulled his body back to the tour bus alone. It would have been a miracle if he even made it back to his bus before he passed out on the floor. He only had forced himself to stay standing for Cassidy's sake. After she had been cleaning his face gently for a few minutes as his eyes opened and closed every few seconds, her voice broke the comfortable silence between the both of them. “Oliver do you want me to call the hospital? I can fix you up alright in here, but if you’ve broken something I can’t tell.” The second the word hospital reached Oliver's ears his swollen eyes immediately spread in fear. There was no way in hell he was even going to walk outside until they found a way hide the damage that was inflicted on his face. As far as we was concerned at the moment, as soon as his feet ended the tour bus that entire incident never happened and anyone who mentioned it was crafting an elaborate tall tale. “ Absolutely no hospitals!” He exclaimed. The action made pain shoot through his entire face but he continued onward. “ The press would have a field day with this. You know that. And The Concept isn't going to get in trouble with the label because I egged on their guitarist” If the press managed to get wind of the whole incident they'd turn it around on Bentley. Oliver could admit this was his own fault. No one made him run across that parking lot and almost strangle the younger musician. So no one besides himself should have to deal with the backlash from his actions besides himself. Sure, the other musician probably went too far with his assault but Olive was still at fault. He egged the younger guitarist on. If he had just started yelling at him this wouldn't of ended the way it had. But as everyone knew one action could always cause a chain reaction. Today it certainly did.

                                                          “I can’t believe you’d do something so stupid, for as long as I’ve known you and your band you’ve never gotten into this bad of a fight. Fighting a stupid druggie opener isn't going to help your face or your popularity.” Cassidy had a point. This wouldn't get him anywhere and it certainly didn't so far. He'd just be aching for days upon days and if he fans ever found out he caused something like this they'd look down on him. He couldn't deal with that. His fans were the only reason he was only still doing this whole rock start thing.“ I just wasn't thinking.” Oliver sighed. “ But you know I deal with that s**t enough. I didn't need or want to take it from a ******** opener on my own damn tour. He called me out on twitter for being gay. Real manly thing to do.” Oliver began when he heard someone else's voice break the basic silence of the tour bus. Another musician had wondered in to join them, something that Oliver hadn't really expected. Everyone should have been with Bentley in his opinion. He didn't deserve to be helped after exploding like that. Yeah it's pretty bad” He agreed quietly with a sigh. Hiding his face was probably going to be harder to hide than he originally expected. Though he really couldn't make any assumptions until he looked at himself in one of the tour buses mirrors. "But, I've seen worse. You'll probably be okay. Just need some sterilization and ice. Not much you can do about a broken nose, either." That comment made Oliver laugh lightly. “ well at least that's reassuring.” He said between painful chuckles. “ and yeah you have a point, I'm just going to have to deal with it. Let's hope I can hide it well” Oliver was starting to become more coherent through the pain radiating from his face. It was localizing to his jaw and nose. Typically he'd be thankful for the lessening of anything painful but this was a bad sign. He couldn't afford to have this tour canceled if through his own devices he managed to get his nose broken on the first day.

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                                                  "This is going to hurt for a second." The guitarist knew when those words left his band mates mouth he was in for trouble. She had take the towel that he was holding to his face only a few short seconds ago and he was sure that she was going to make a move to clean the blood off of his face and disinfect what she could. Sure it had to be done. That was an obvious truth. But he still didn't want to believe that any type of cleaning aid would make the predicament any better. His face was already throbbing from the fight and he really couldn't muster enough courage to say that he wanted it to hurt worse for any moment in time. Even if the pain would go away in a few seconds and it was obviously only for his own good in the long run. Part of his mind was prepared to tell Elise that water would suffice in cleaning the blood off his face once that towel hit his skin again. Most of it wasn't even his on. But he instead bit his tongue and kept the comment to himself. He stayed quiet and simply winced with each motion Elise made with the alcohol soaked fabric over his skin. His band was only looking out for his best interest, just like earlier today. So he simply couldn't tell her not to. She honestly didn't have to care about anything that happened to him. Hell he would of never expected her to. But time and time again she proved that she cared about the guitarist and tried to keep him out of harms way. Just like today when she had intervened with a fight she could of easily gotten hurt in and then took her own time to come inside with Bentley to clean up his bruising features.

                                                  The room stayed silent for most the time while Elise worked. The lack was sound was comfortable between the two friend but as much was to be expected when you have been close to someone for around eight years. You either grow to love them or hate them as a person and where Bentley and Elise the first option was an obvious reality. "Hey. It'll be okay. He's not worth anymore of your time anyway." Bentley raised his clean eyebrow at her when she let those words break the silence. He really wanted to argue the point that Oliver was going to still be someone he put his energy into hating. The vocalist always would be. However, he decided to keep his mouth tightly clamped shut as Elise cleaned off the last portion of his face and turned to look for something in the small bathroom. It only took he a few seconds to find her treasure and a triumphant expression painted her features once she had secured the box of band-aids in one of her hands.

                                                  With his swollen eyes the guitarist watched his companion pull one of the bandages out of the box. She carefully pulled it out of it's contained and moved to place the piece of plastic over Bentley's still bleeding cut. He couldn't help but cringe lightly when Elise put just a small amount of pressure on his split skin to stick down the glue on the band-aid. That was definitely a cut that wasn't going to be healed anytime soon. Damn Oliver got him good and Bentley would add it to his list of reasons to hate the other vocalist on most days. Except after the number he did on the other mans face it was a simply a crappy consolation prize for a half assed job well done. "Alright, there you go.” The musician nodded at Elise in thanks before he looked in the mirror at his appearance for the second time that day. Just by taking the blood off of his face Elise had made him look a thousand times better. The bruises were still just beginning to form but he could hide is easily with a small amount of one of the girls make-up. None of the fans going to their show would notice anything different with his face. Well except for the band-aid on his forehead. It made him chuckle lightly. He had only seen small children with them plastered on their faces.

                                                  “ Hey Elise, does my band-aid make me look tough?” Bentley asked and finally laughed for the first time during that tour. Even the most serious of situations it was only a matter of time until one of them cracked a light joke about the situation at hand. It was simply how they were. They got along well and part of the reason behind that for at least Bentley was that the mood with Elise never had to be heavy and dramatic. It had its moments but Bentley could always crack a joke when she was around and things seemed to get a little brighter. Right now, the young guitarist could gladly say that that was the very thing he needed. He needed to get him mind off making a fool out of himself in front of the other musicians and he had to pretend that Oliver hadn't made an effort to share his drug use with the entire

                                                  After she had cleaned everything up in the closet sized bathroom Elise place a soft hand on Bentley's arm. “ Let's go get something to eat, yeah? I think I heard something about Vincent going to get some steak and tits, but I personally just want steak and some booze." Bentley returned the smile she offered him before she moved to open the door to that bathroom. “ I think getting away from here for a while is exactly what I need right now.” The guitarist chuckled lightly behind the towards the door.

                                                  "Plus, I think you could use some time to sober up, anyways." Bentley found himself looking down at his shoes that afternoon genuinely ashamed of his condition for the second time. Typically is someone told him that he needed to sober up he would of shouted a ******** you in their face and told them to but out of his business. He could do drugs if he wanted to. It's not like it had any sort of negative impact on his performance. But when Elise mentioned anything about it, it actually made Bentley flood with shame. She had known him for too long to believe that he really got high just because he wanted to at this point. It was a coping mechanism. He didn't have other way of dealing with things and in his mind it made him seem weak. The one thing that he absolutely couldn't handle. Part of himself wanted to get sober. He had listened to it a handful times and tried to follow through with that promise to himself. But time after time he fell off the wagon again and it got worse than ever. Now, as the tour started he had hit an all time low. There was little time that he had truly spent sober in the last few months and he knew that Elise noticed it. She noticed everything it seemed. So just the sheer mention of his problem escaping her perfect lips made Bentley cringe every single time. He didn't want to look bad in an sense in front of her. Especially over something he was convinced he could control if he tried hard enough.

                                                  It didn't take the young guitarist long to get over his shame though. As always it became an after thought the second the topic changed and thankfully today it had been a simple comment in passing every time. So instead of dwell on the matter he continued behind his band mate and out into the the California sunshine yet again. The landscape outside really hadn't changes much than when he left. A few musician's had obviously went inside with Oliver, probably to take care of the damage Bentley inflicted on his face for the show tonight, but a few stragglers were still hanging around outside. One of the groups that was sitting around happened to be the one his band mate was in search of. They were seated on the curb with a flask of most likely alcohol and the pair was composed of Bentley's ex and band mate, Gemini, and Vincent, the man they were in search for to go out and get food.

                                                  Bentley decided that before the tour started he'd try to avoid Gemini like the plague. They hadn't really spoke since that night that broke up the band. Gemini had been dating Bentley through most of high school. She had been with him through his worst times and for all of he hard work the young guitarist hardly rewarded her. Instead of acting like a loving boyfriend he was always lying to her about where he was so he he could sleep the bands vocalist. It wasn't fair but back then Bentley didn't see a real problem with it. He had convinced himself that if Gemini ever found out he'd be able to convince her that it wasn't that big of deal. Well that held less than true, Gemini eventually found out what was going on as expected. Except of being simply told she had walked in on the betrayal one night. Gemini had went off on Bentley. She was screaming and yelling and finally their disagreement turned into the fist fight that destroyed the little bit of good reputation Bentley had left. To say he regretted the event was an understatement. Although it would never change the bands relationship. He could apologize for the events that happened all he wanted but it was never going to make the band go back to how they once were. What was done was the past now and they just had to deal with the fact that even if The Concept became famous they'd never really be friends.

                                                  The musician listened as Elise talked to the other bands guitarist while he simply sat on the curb next to the man. “ Hey man, You had such killer idea to go out.” He commented after Elise had stopped speaking but that was the end of his interaction with the group for the moment. It was an awkward combination and certainly one that Bentley didn't want to live with for too long. The longer Elise, Gemini, and himself were together the larger the chance of drama got and Bentley had certainly had enough of that for on morning.

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                                                Vince had been enjoying watching the kids break up the little scuffle, although to be fair they were all roughly the same age. A fight on day one over who knew what was bound to only be the beginning of a wayward journey for the bands. He'd had some pretty crazy ideas about the girls on tour, his mind wondering who would win a fight between the ones he'd already seen. The smaller girl, Cassidy or at least he thought that was her name, seemed like she'd be down in a minute. She just seemed rather small and while he knew he shouldn't have underestimated her it seemed like most of the other girls here would be able to take her. Though a fight between her and that Elise girl would be decent, Elise didn't seem like a very muscular person so he figured it'd probably be a bit more fair that way. "And I'll call it 'Booby Fights 3' which will be the first in my series of videos I sell for millions of dollars. Maybe I should buy a super soaker." The young man mumbled to himself before he realized the dust had settled and each person had been taken into a bus to get themselves cleaned up from their little scuffle. He had started playing on his phone a bit, checking twitter to see who he could flirt with before he even actually met them. It had seemed Elise was preoccupied with Bentley, not exactly surprising, but Cassidy had gone and actually tweeted him back a few times. He hadn't noticed where Izzy wandered off to, but he wasn't exactly sure he cared at the moment. He was going to be as polite as he needed to be, he still wasn't a huge fan of the replacement and while he didn't want to be a d**k and just tell him to ******** off the thought was always lingering in the back of his mind.

                                                He almost missed the woman approaching him, raising an eyebrow as Elise spoke, giving her a friendly smile. He was about to say something but was interupted by someone else taking his flask. "If it isn't my lucky day. I didn't even have to get up and two beautiful ladies found me," he said taking the flask back and taking another drink before tucking it away. Vincent wasn't sure what the deal was with The Concept but when their guitarist finally came over there was some clear tension. 'I might be sharing a bus with a bunch of looney kids. This'll be...interesting,' He thought to himself before turning back to Gemini. "Not thanks beautiful, stopped smoking a few years ago and now just can't stand the taste or the smell." He stood up, a slight frown on his face. Of course he'd been tempted to take it, but the smell of the thing made his eye water a bit. It was maybe a few days after their drummer's death that he quit smoking, partially because he knew it was a disgusting habit and because his untimely death made him rethink his decision about doing something so unhealthy. Death had never weighed so heavily on him until then, of course considering all of his other habits smoking was probably the least likely thing to kill him. There was booze, the girls, the sex, all of it was probably more likely to leave him dead, especially the girls considering he was the kind of guy never to stay with one female too long. His relationship history was far too awful for any female that knew of it to overlook which was why his female friends very rarely succumbed to his flirting.

                                                His female acquaintances often never made it past one night of fun, with the longest relationship he'd ever been in only being a couple of months. That relationship was probably his worst experience to date, the girl had left him broke and in poor standing with any credit company he spoke to so getting a loan to help with rent for a while was impossible. Vince had effectively had to move back in with his mom until he finally got back on his feet, getting money playing hockey since he hadn't really had any interest in playing in a band anymore, at least not the old band. Replacing someone felt like blasphemy, like stepping on their grave and then pissing on it before you just left them behind and removed them from your thoughts. Living back at home had effectively killed his ability to find a female for an evening most of the time since he had no place to take them back to. He still had his love of romancing them though, even then he would go out and get as many phone numbers as he could for girls he thought he could pick up later on. Which was probably why none of his other relationships worked out, even in high school with the girls he tried to go out with the young man ended up getting slapped more times than he cared to remember. He would casually flirt with another girl and being the dramatic high school girls they were he would end up slapped and alone once more. Being single he was never tied down which was all he really wanted, a life of freedom and not having a hand print on his face left on his face over some innocent flirting.

                                                "Thanks man, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get us a ride." Vincent just gave a polite nod before heading off towards the venue, making a phone call as he managed to separate from the group. There was one other vehicle he'd seen that had arrived the same time they did and he was pretty sure he knew who it belonged to. As soon as he reached it he began peering in the windows, looking around to make sure no one was watching him as he pulled the door open and flopped into the driver's seat. He'd managed to call up one of the folks he knew was an employee of the label that was traveling with them. "You still have that van right? The keys are still, never mind they're in here. I'll make sure somebody brings it back. You've got insurance right? What? Yeah I'm a great driver, no previous accidents in my history. Don't worry she'll come back in one piece I swear, unless somebody else drives it, in which case I don't swear. Because swearing is bad. Thanks." He hung up his phone quickly and put the key in the ignition, making sure he had his wallet just out of habit before he started the vehicle up and felt it lurch forward. "Holy hell how does he drive this piece of trash. I feel like it could just die on me at any moment. I'm sure as s**t not driving this back, he can go get it for all I care." He finally looped around the parking lot and back to where the group from The Concept was waiting, whistling loudly for everyone to hear as he put his window down. "Don't worry about who this van belongs to or where I got it just get in now." He instructed before he unlocked the back door for the slew of people to climb in.

                                                "Just need to make one quick stop." Vincent spoke more to himself than anyone as he pulled up in front of Airline's bus, hopping out and leaving his door open as he made his way inside. "Afternoon fellows." Vincent spoke casually as he spotted Cassidy and scooped up the small girl, tossing her over his shoulder. He made sure he was careful not to accidentally hit her head on anything, he wasn't trying to knock her out. "We'll be enjoying steak and tits, you're welcome to join us. I'm sure our tour manager would love to escort you if you need help finding the place." Vincent then left with the girl still on his shoulder, bouncing down the steps before opening the van's passenger door and plopping the girl in the seat beside him. Running around to the other side of the van he jumped back in the drivers seat, just in time to see the tour manager running out from the venue incredibly irate. "Steak and tits! Steak and tits!" He chanted as he sped off, pulling out in front of a semi which probably scared the hell out of everyone else with him just giggling hysterically at the still fuming manager. It had only taken them a few minutes with Vince's driving, who only cause one other near accident before they arrived. "I'm starving." His voice calm and casual as he turned off the vehicle and stepped out, making his way into the restaurant and finding a seat at it's bar.




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                                          Cassidy nodded in response to him not wanting to go to the hospital. She didn’t know what it was with Oliver and hospitals, but for the sake of her sanity she assumed that he didn’t want to ruin the show. He confirmed her thoughts when he brought up the press. The press would already be all over this because of twitter, the security cameras had picked it up, it would take a lot for this to not get out into the world. Cassidy merely sighed as she continued to clean his face where there wasn’t any more blood. It was a difficult task to do alone, and since he didn’t want to go to a hospital she was sure it was only going to get worse. The driver brought her a pack of ice wrapped in a rag, to prevent direct contact with the skin, so she lightly held the bag on the parts of the face that mattered, like the eyes and the jaw to prevent swelling. Cassidy found it hard to discern whether or not she was caring for him out of their friendship which they had developed on the many times they met, or if it was merely for the show. She guessed it was a bit of both, sweet and bitter.

                                          “Well you’re dumb for doing it. I’d smack you if your face wasn’t ******** up. And it doesn’t matter what other people do, you know how many times I’m called a dumb slut by fans of other bands? Tons! Just take it like a man Oliver.” Cassidy commented, and it was very true. Oliver was being stupid over something that musicians just had to deal with on a daily basis and now his good looking face was ruined. Cassidy was really mad at him, but luckily Izzy came in, the drummer for Blur the Lines. She liked Izzy, he was always pretty funny and he made her laugh. They weren’t really friends, but they had met on the several business functions that the bands had to attend in order to get comfortable with one another. Taking this time between Izzy and Oliver, Cassidy looked at her twitter and smiled at the tweet Vince had made. She thought that stupid stuff was charming and she knew it probably wasn’t going to end well, but she couldn’t help but respond back, she felt like she was back at high school again with the stupid way he was flirting.

                                          Cassidy zipped up her kigurumi at the appearance of Izzy, she didn’t know his preference like she did Oliver so she hid what little she had to hide. She was probably flushing a little bit, so she found herself getting up and getting water, something easy and simple to do. She left the two young men alone, Izzy was totally Oliver’s type. She hoped Oliver’s banged up face didn’t hurt his chances with Izzy, after all she wanted her friend to be happy. Part of her wanted them to be friendly so that there would be more people on their side in this conflict, so far The Concept had pissed off both her very own The Forward Theory and Oliver’s Airline Forty-four. There could be a majority vote and she could get that druggie out of the tour and reveal the why to the press, destroying that druggies ******** career. The show must go on, but not before she got revenge for her friend. Taking a deep breath she controlled herself, like she so often did in situations like this, and found herself back beside Oliver with a glass of water.

                                          “Here, drink, and slowly! We don’t want you drowning on top of having the s**t beaten out of you. Then you’d be having a really bad day.” Cassidy said with a friendly smile as she looked up at Izzy. To be honest she didn’t really know his real name, only by his nick name, which to her was rather odd, but made sense. Not even her most dedicated fans knew her as Cassandra, that name was so no within her style and was super embarrassing to hear people say. Her brother used to tease her about how stupid her name sounded and she supposed it worked, she hated this name with a passion, but she didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings by changing it officially to Cassidy. She had plans though and needed to solidify an alliance with Blur the Lines with Vince, she was sure Oliver could work his magic on Izzy, but she didn’t know how to work with Vince. The guy came on strong, and while she had fans and staff do similar things, she never had a fellow musician, especially on tour, flirt with her in such a way. Part of her was impressed, the other part was worried, was she being played? She couldn’t let that happen, she would play him, before it turned the other way around.

                                          Cassidy tried to be the kind of girl that was hard to flirt with, but something about Vince kept her mildly interested. Maybe it was with the confidence that he did everything, totally different from the guys she typically interacted with. Then again maybe it was because guys like Vince didn’t often talk to her because she wasn’t really well known for having sex constantly. The only times there was a rumor about her screwing somebody was from rival bands that wanted to dwindle her fan base, when really it just increased it. She had heard things about Vince, stuff about how drunk he often was and how often he just had one night stands. This worried her, after all she had no plans to sleep with him, is that all he wanted? It disturbed her to a big degree not knowing Vince’s true intentions. It was only after that she had stop tweeting him had she noticed this, it was only now that she thought about it. She considered asking Oliver or even Izzy, who was Vince’s band-mate, what she should do.

                                          She would have asked if Vince hadn’t suddenly busted through the door. She had nearly jumped out of her skin when he came in so suddenly. She saw the van from outside the door, only to be scooped up. She yelped and struggled a bit without any hope of breaking free of Vince. She looked hopelessly over at Oliver and Izzy and waved good bye. “Izzy! Take care of Oliver!” Cassidy yelled before she looked at the back of Vince’s head. His hand was on her lower back and she was rather uncomfortable, but she didn’t say anything. She just waited until she was plopped down into the passenger seat. She looked behind her and noticed The Concept in its entirety, well, minus a drummer. She looked over at Vince with a glare, didn’t he know what had happened? He was there! He should have known that she probably wouldn’t be happy with the stupid ******** Druggie who nearly beat her friend to death. She didn’t mind Gem, actually she kind of liked her honestly, but Elise was odd for her. Cassidy didn’t like her because of Bentley, but she didn’t really know her.

                                          “Vince! I could have come out of the bus by myself, I can walk you know!” Cassidy said punching the driver lightly in the arm before looking ahead. She was rather hungry too, hopefully this place actually had some good food, maybe they had fruity drinks that even she would like, maybe they had bacon wrapped steak, a thought which nearly made her salivate at the thought, she hadn’t eaten in a while because of practice before the show. She figured this would be the best way to cool down and get something in her stomach before the show. Maybe things could be patched up between everyone so that her revenge would be better. She felt bad for Izzy, Vince’s band member, because he would have to clean up after the mess that Vince was making. While they were driving Cassidy noticed she forgot to throw on a seat belt, she did so quickly before she died in a crash which she felt was imminent with Vince driving. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to trust this man to drive a van. The ride was bumpy and she would be grateful to make it to the diner. It was then that she realized something though. She had forgotten to change from her Pajamas. With this she felt a bit flustered. She was going to have photos of her in this outfit all over the internet with in the next few hours.

                                          Cassidy watched as they pulled into the diner, she thought they were all going to eat as a group, but as soon as they go their Vince headed off to the bar. She didn’t want to be stuck with the Concept so she pushed herself through some people and sat a seat over from Vince, playing with her I-pad. She had replied back to one of his tweets and waited patiently for the bartender to pay attention to her. She didn’t really like alcohol so she thought some Lemonade would be nice. She also ordered a black pepper steak wrapped in bacon, rare because that’s how she liked it. She looked over to Vince and smiled. “So Vince where’s this hot waitress of yours?” She asked with a smile as she sipped the soon delivered lemonade. Her hood was pulled up, but it was sort of hard to hide when you walked in with a band you were touring with. She could hear a camera go off to her side, so she was recognized. However she was used to such things and just thought about enjoying her time here, why have it ruined by her lovely fans? Her food hadn’t come out yet, but she waited to see what Vince had ordered.

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                                                  Izzy was glad to see that Oliver laughed at his comment. If there was one thing in life Izzy really enjoyed, it was making someone feel better, even if it was just a little bit. Oliver definitely needed some cheering up, too, considering he had just provoked a dude and gotten his a** kicked into the parking lot's pavement. Izzy had ever been one to fight, unless it was absolutely necessary, meaning self defense. Which, thankfully meant he wasn't an angry drunk who liked to just start fights. He also would fight if someone he cared about was in danger. Being protective had its downsides more than it had its upsides. Mainly, getting into trouble a lot more than most people would like. Izzy definitely didn't enjoy getting into trouble, even though most of his life had consisted of it.

                                                  His thoughts were broken when Vince charged in, grabbed Cassidy and went back outside. "Uh. Ok?" He called back to her, very confused. How was he supposed to take care of Oliver? The man had a broken nose, and possible jaw and refused to go to the hospital. Alcohol was probably the best remedy, So, Izzy went to searching through the cupboards. It took him a few tries, but he finally found one with some whiskey and other non-refrigerated drinks in them. As he scrounged around in the cabinet, he caught a glance back at Oliver. They had only met a few times before, but seemed to get along pretty well. Izzy wasn't sure how he felt about people's addictions though, considering the scene that had just played out, and Bentley was a drug addict. Considering Izzy was an alcoholic, he hoped he didn't really have a problem with it.

                                                  After finding the alcohol, Izzy turned and grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with ice, then with the whiskey. Then, walked over to where Oliver was and sat next to him. As he handed over the glass to Oliver, he said, "This'll have to do, since you don't want to go to the ********' hospital." There was an edge of sarcasm in his voice, and he hoped that Oliver would recognize that and not take his cursing as anger. He wasn't angry, just trying to lighten the mood, and generally that involved some cursing and sarcasm.

                                                  It was possible to say that it was a coping mechanism that he had picked up when he was living with his parents. They would always fight, and end up kicking him out of the house for the night for it, even when he wasn't involved in the argument. Sometimes, living had it's side effects and being in his parent's home was one of them. Eventually, he didn't even bother waiting for them to kick him out for the night, he'd leave as soon as it started and go find somewhere to sleep. Sometimes his friends would talk him in, other times he'd sleep on the streets and look like a teenage dropout. Eventually, he lost his few friends from joking with them too much, and it seemed like his jokes weren't even actually jokes. They were really just a way for him to let off his steam.

                                                  Since his dad was a heavy drinker, Izzy decided to try it himself. He figured, 'If dad can cope so well with this stuff, through all the bullshit, why can't I?' and that's where it all began. Even at the age of 20, he still drinks. Sure, he's not really supposed to, but he usually managed to slip by most bartenders and liquor store owners. Which was great, because sometimes he just needed a beer before he blew up at the world. Without those little burns and tingles in his throat it was hard for Izzy to cope with a lot. After he did start drinking, and losing his friends, and the fights in the house got worse and worse, he was actually kicked out for good. On the street as a 15 year old kid, with no job experience, or money. Sure, he made it by and eventually to college, but he could only image how his life would have turned out differently if his parents had actually been a functioning family. Maybe he'd been happier, and not drinking alcohol. But who knew, right?

                                                  Izzy stopped worrying about himself, and focused back on Oliver, now that he had taken his drink. He really hoped that it made him feel somewhat better. But of course, broken bones generally couldn't be soothed by alcohol. Unfortunately, Izzy knew that from experience.

                                                  "Seriously though, dude. You can't get mad at someone just cause they're a homophobe, otherwise you'll just be mad at the whole world, and that's no good" For as long as Izzy has had to deal with homophobes, if he had gotten mad at everyone he met, he would be known for starting fights. You couldn't walk into a bar, or anywhere really without running into one, so it was no surprise to found out that one of the musicians on tour was one.

                                                  "Anyways, I know you probably don't want to talk about that. Why don't you tell me something about yourself, just to change subject?" Izzy hoped that he wasn't being too, weird. Although, asking to change the subject through a question didn't really seem weird. Maybe it was just weird that he was telling Oliver that that was their conversation piece for the change. Who knew?

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