There weren't very many people in the world who loved everything about their lives. Some didn't like their job, some didn't like where they lived, and some just didn't like where the place they were in their life in general.
Brayden wasn't one of those people. She loved every single aspect of her life. Her job, her friends, her family, and the place she lived. Who doesn't love Manhattan? Of course, she supposed that the city life wasn't for everyone, just like the life of a musician wasn't for everyone either. But both were certainly for her. She got to see so many amazing places, and meet so many different, amazing, people. Tonight was no different. She was playing a show at Highline Ballroom with her friends in Paradise Fears. It was a last minute thing, she hadn't been touring with them, but something came up with one of their opening acts, and Sam Miller had given her a call a couple of days ago. Of course, she said yes. She'd toured with the band a couple of times, the first time being three years ago when she toured with All Time Low, and they were good friends of hers. Right now, she was outside talking to some fans who were already lined up. Doors didn't open for another hour or so, and soundcheck had already been finished, so she figured she'd go out and talk to a few fans, take a couple of pictures, sign some things. She wasn't super known, though she did get recognized on the street every once and a while, and she had a small fan base that she'd built up over the years.
Luke was having the time of his life. Everything, honestly, just seemed to be perfect. The band was doing great, the new album had topped the charts, tour was going great so far, and now he and the guys were taking a break to do some promotional stuff for the album in New York. They were also spending some time with Jack Barakat from All Time Low, something that Luke honestly still wasn't used to saying. Just a year and a half ago, he and the guys had been covering the band's songs, and now Alex was helping them write songs for their new album, and they were hanging out every once and a while. Today, they'd finished up all of the promotional stuff early though, and Jack was taking them to a show that some of his friend's were doing at a smaller venue in the city. He couldn't help the huge grin that lit up his face when he felt someone jump onto his back and nuzzle their face into his neck. "Mikey, what do you think you're doing?" He asked teasingly, knowing that it wasn't the band's bright-haired guitarist and that it was his gorgeous girlfriend.
Calum, more or less, loved where his life was right now. He could have never imagined that the band would get as far as it had, and he was honestly having the time of his life as well. How could he not? He was touring the world, doing what he loved with his three best friends. That sounded like it would be a dream for pretty much anyone out there. Of course, like everyone else, there were a few bumps in the road every once and a while, but there hadn't really been anything serious yet. And he and the guys had the night off, so they were taking Ebony to some show that they were meeting Jack at. Apparently some friends of the lanky guitarist's were playing at a smallish venue in Manhattan tonight, and whenever he and the guys had the chance to, they liked to go to concerts like any other teenager would.