New Perspectives

When my mom asked Kennedy to bring me on tour, he was dead against it. You see, the idea of his baby sister being surrounded by perverted guys and constant parties made Kennedy uncomfortable. He was already overprotective when I hung out with his friends, and this was worse according to him. So, he only agreed to let me go if I agreed to a few rules.

"Rule number one," He told me the day we were leaving, "you must tell me where you are if you're going anywhere outside of the venue. Rule number two, no sleeping on any bus but ours and the Summer Set's. And rule number three, no getting drunk unless I'm there. Got it?"

I agreed to the rules, but I rarely remembered to call him. But hey, it got me to be on warped tour!