Expectations.

“Last To Leave is on in two minutes!” A crew member calls out as they pass through the halls of the venue.

Finley and Presley glance at each other, grinning widely. He had finally gotten out of whatever funk he had been in for the past few days and she was really grateful for it. Now there was nothing to hinder them from playing an amazing first show at Warped.

The band goes side stage to watch All Time Low’s final song of their set, Oh, Calamity! To say they put all their energy into what they do is an understatement. It isn’t hard to tell that the stage is where they belong.

“Okay,” Alex says, smiling over at Presley, “this next band is a bit heavier than us, but I think you’ll like them. Not to mention that their vocalist is hot as fuck.”

“Alex!” Jack chides, frowning, “Eyes on me, remember?” The crowd laughs at their one of many bromance moments.

“Anyway, make some noise for Last To Leave!” The crowd cheers surprisingly loud and she runs out onto the stage, readjusting the mic to her height.

“Thanks, Alex! I would hug you or something but I don’t really fancy catching whatever diseases you may have.” The crowd laughs appreciatively.

She smiles at him teasingly and he runs back on stage, tackling her in a hug.

“Ew!” She pushes him off, wiping her hands on her jean shorts. He holds on tighter, cracking up with laughter.

“Come on man, I’ve got a show to play!” He raises his hands in defeat and backs away, still grinning wildly.

“Now that that is over with, let’s get along with the show.” She glances back at a beaming Finley as he begins tapping the beginning beats of their song, There Was A Thump, Then Another.

“This song is about,” she pauses dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “sex.”

“There was a thump, then another

That came quicker than the others

And yet, try as I may,

They kept speeding up that way

I was the same two consonants

I just wanted u, all vowels

There was some twisting and some turning

Like Sam Cooke dancing on my bowels

What makes you hot like an oven

Sweat like a barrel

Of a shotgun pointed at you

Held by the devil?”

“Holy shit!” Is the most shouted phrase after Last To Leave exits the stage.

“Did you see those kids? They fucking loved us!” Presley shrieks, still enveloped in their group hug.

“So did everyone, babe! How could they not?” She runs over to Alan and embraces him, grinning widely. “You really liked it?” He nods, dancing around the room with her standing on the tops of his feet.

“Of course! You put so much into your performance it was fucking amazing!”

“I second that.” Oli (Bring Me the Horizon) adds, grabbing her waist and twirling her in a circle.

She just beams at everyone in the room, so happy with their successful show.

“How does clubbing after Pierce finishes their set sound?” Jeremy (A Day To Remember) asks after congratulating Last on their amazing set.

“Perfect!” she chimes, grabbing a water bottle. “But for now I’m gonna go mosh!” The boys all chuckle as she runs out of the dressing room.

“She is so hot.” Alan sighs and Finley punches his arm. “Eyes off, Ashby.”