Lullabies

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*Nina*

"Hmm?" Violet asked the man. We couldn't tell who he was, but then he started walking towards us. "Hey! Nina! It's Matt!"

"Oh, merda. Violet! Cazzo!" I shut my eyes and grabbed Violet's hand, digging my nails into it.

"Ow, Nina!"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"You aren't supposed to be back here! What are you doing back here?" Matt Flyzik, the famous tour manager of All Time Low demanded of us. Violet nudged me and I knew what she wanted me to do.

"Mi dispiace, stavamo cercando per il bagno." I said in my native tongue. This way, we'd look innocent, like we weren't trying to sneak backstage like creepy fangirls.

"What?"

Alex stuck his head out of the doorway and I sucked in my breath. "I think she's talking about looking for the bathroom?" He said as he looked at me.

Violet nodded her head.

"Well, the bathrooms are out there," Matt pointed at the door we had just come through.

"Le mie scuse, addio." I said, and then waved, pulling Violet behind me.

"What'd she say that time?"

"My apologies, goodbye... I'm pretty sure." I heard Alex say to Matt as we left. When we were out of the hallway and turned on Violet.

"What the he.ll were you thinking, Vi? Oh my gosh!" I closed my eyes.

"Sorry! I thought we'd get farther!"

"I'm going to kill you! Gah!" I glared at her.

"No, you're not. I'd like to see the rest of the show!" She smirked at me and then pulled me behind her.

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"Nina! Come è stato il tuo concerto?" My mom asked as I walked in the front door at nearly midnight.

"It was great, mom. Violet and I had a lot of fun." I smiled, I loved my mom. She was great.

"Soddisfare qualsiasi ragazzi?"

I rolled my eyes. "I wish."

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Buonanotte, bella. Ci vediamo al mattino." Then she walked up the stairs and retreated into her and my dad's bedroom. I sighed and flopped onto the couch. What an eventful night. Now, to sleep...

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"NINA ROSE SALVATORE, ALEX GASKARTH IS HERE TO SEE YOU!"

I shot up and nearly hit heads with Violet. "Ugh. Vi. What do you want?"

"All Time Low has a day off today and where else would they go but the Fashion Square?" Violet tugged on my shirt and pulled me up. "We're going to accidently run into them... haha!"

"Yeah, you're so not a fangirl." But I got up anyway. She walked into the kitchen while I went up to my room to get changed. Slipping on some skinny jeans, and a random white shirt, I then walked into my bathroom to brush my hair and slip on my favorite flower headband. My hair was getting so long, but I loved it.

"Ready?" Violet said as I walked into the kitchen.

"After I eat."

"Finnnne."

"But Violet, what if they are there and they recognize us? They think that all I can speak is Italian." I looked at her and she shrugged.

"Who cares." She smiled and I rolled my eyes. "But hurry up!"

"I'm goin'! Gosh," I mumbled, my mouth full of cocoa puffs. Mmhm.

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We stepped out into the warm, summer air nearly fifteen minutes later and walked to Violet's VW bus. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we did come across the band. I sure hope nothing to out of the ordinary.

As soon as we got to the mall though, Violet jumped out of the van and turned to smirk at me. "Are you reaaaddyyyy?"

I groaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I tried to push the door open but it wouldn't budge. I pushed again and it still wouldn't move. "Violet! Your door won't open!"

"Crawl through the sun roof!" She shouted and my mouth dropped. But I stood on the seat and pushed my self up. When I was sitting on the top there was a voice that said, "Hey! You're the girls who came backstage last night!"

All I remember was falling backwards off the roof and then nothing else.

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