I've Got Luck

--12 years later--

"You guys ready to go?" The stage manager, Evan, asks.
I look at the guys, all nodding to him. I look back at him, my head nodding as well.
"Okay, you're on."
I take a deep breath as the first band comes off. All Time Low is their name. They give us encouraging smiles as they pass us. I listen as the crowd cheers, Jackson walking to his drum set, Ben walking to his guitar and Seth to his bass. I follow along to the mic, looking out to the crowd. Holy shit, I think to myself. I glance over at Seth who grins.
"How's everyone doing today?" I ask, trying to shake the nerves.
They cheer and I become more comfortable.
"How'd you like All Time Low?"
They scream louder, of course.
"Well, thank you for coming," I say, "we're Fiery Frets."
The guys begin, as time goes on, I let loose more and get into the music. We get to perform about 8 songs before we're kicked off for the next band.
"Good job, Ash," Ben smiles once we're on our bus.
"You too," I say.
"Didn't take you long to get into it," Seth says sitting beside me on the couch.
I nod, "I guess it's finally setting in that this is what we do."
"And you're great at it," Ben says.
I let out a small chuckle, "well, thanks!"
There's a knock at the door and Jackson pushes it open, "hey guys!"
He moves away and soon, 4 heads are bobbing up the steps.
"Great job out there," Rian says to us.
"Thanks, man," Ben says as they sit.
"Ashlynn, looks like you're becoming a pro," Alex says to me.
I smile, "gotta get use to this sooner or later."
"I hear it's your birthday tomorrow," he smirks.
I glance at Seth, it'd be him who told. My best friend can't keep his mouth shut.
"No it's not," I lie.
It is. But it's my 21st and we all know what that means.
"Don't lie to us," Zack chuckles.
I feel my face turning red. Shit.
"Who told?" I ask.
"Good ol' Seth here," Rian grins.
I shoot Seth a glare, "I knew it."
"Don't be mad," Jack says sitting beside me, his arm wrapping around me, "it's time you get wasted."
"I've been wasted before," I reply annoyed.
"Chocolate wasted doesn't count," he sighs.
I look at him, "what?"
"We're taking you drinking tomorrow night after the set," Alex interrupts.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Force. And lot's of it."
I look at him as he grins. I look at them all and groan. I need a girl here.
"Last thing I want is to get drunk, wake up on Tuesday with a hangover and perform."
"Didn't you hear?" Jackson asks.
"We don't play Tuesday."
I groan, there's just no winning. I push Jack's arm off me and leave the guys and walk to a different bus. I knock on the door.
"Come in," Annabelle calls.
I open it and walk inside to see my beautiful blonde friend playing her acoustic. She looks up and stops.
"Hey!" She smiles.
"Hey."
"What's up?" She asks as I sit beside her.
"Need to hang out with a girl. The guys can be too much."
"What did they do this time?"
I laugh, "nothing. They just told me they plan on getting me drunk tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?"
I look at her, "did you forget!?"
She smiles, "how could I forget my friends 21st?"
I relax, smiling a little.
"Especially when she's announcing it all the time," she says quietly to herself.
I lightly hit her arm as she laughs. I'd die on this tour if it weren't for Anna.