Make Me A Promise
5 Years Later - You Forgot Me
It's been 5 years exactly since Tony made that promise to me. Since then life has been a rollercoaster. Me & him briefly dated, but decided to go back to being best friends. What about the others? Jaime & Vic became close due to their band. Mike was basically like a fuck buddy, a secret one. Even though Tone was in the band with him, he still didn't want me with him. I could never tell whether he was jealous or just protecting me.
The 4 of them, they hit the big time. They go by the name of Pierce The Veil, they had dropped their first album & were due to start their first tour. I was pretty stoked for them, even though I hadn't heard from any of them for a while. Me on the other hand, I was working as a tour manager. I took any band I could get.
“Bianca, are you even listening?” my boss snapped his fingers in front of me. I was in a world of my own, Tony hadn't contacted me in nearly 12 months. Was he forgetting about me?
“Huh? Yeah, which band?” I smiled towards him.
“I can't tell you yet, but you're going to love them!” he grinned. Great, some rookie band. “Be here 6am sharp, you leave tomorrow. This is a big one Bianca. A world tour, so you're going to be away for a year or so.”
“A year?!” my voice raised a little. He simply nodded. “Alright, see you at 6am.” I sighed while collecting my things. Heading down the corridor, I signed out & stepped out into the muggy air. Damn you LA for being so warm. It was 6pm, 12 hours. I had to pack as well.
***
Hearing my alarm, I reached out & hit the top of it with force. 4:30am. Kill me now. Throwing the covers off me, I checked my phone. Still nothing. “I hate you Tony Perry.” Yes, I had been checking my phone everyday for the past 12 months. Maybe he had changed his number? maybe he lied, he doesn't want you anymore
Running around trying to get dressed while finish packing, I heard my phone ring. The caller I.D read my managers name. Answering it, he was checking if I was up. I glanced at the time, it was nearly 6 already. “Fuck.” I put the phone down, finished getting packed. Throwing my cases in the car, I locked up and sped off towards work.
“Better late than never.” Called my boss who didn't even bother to help me. I had 3 cases & they were all heavy as shit. I shot him an apologetic look. “The band will be here shortly. Here's the paper work, look after them.” He passed me a thick folder. I didn't even look in it.
***
40 minutes later a bus pulled up. Talk about running late. I stood up, smoothed my outfit down & waited to greet them. The tech team first. “Bianca Sierra Márquez, tour manager” I smiled at each of them, shaking their hand. Too professional?
“But she was mineeee!” my head snapped to the left. My eyes widened. There was non other than Victor Vincent Fuentes. Nah, I wasn't their tour manager. They wanted someone else no doubt. It couldn't be me. Please, don't let it be me. I had changed a lot since they last saw me 2 years ago. More tattoo's, more piercings. They probably won't even know it's me. “Vic, I got her fair & square” said another voice, Jaime Preciado.
“You practically snatched her in actual fact.” Mike Fuentes.
“Snatched? More like kidnapped.” Tony Perry. I sat back down, putting my face in my hands. What the hell am I suppose to do now? I wanted to run, I wanted to scream. The tech team wasn't around. Perfect. I stood up, waiting for them. “Sarah Pershaw, tour manager” I lied.
“Vic Fuentes.” He took a grip of my hand & shook it. “You look like someone I know.” I laughed a little.
“I doubt that.” I smiled at him. The other boys introduced themselves. Tony being the last one. Oh dear god, that beautiful smile. I melted on the spot. I had probably been staring a little too long when someone clearing their throat snapped my out of my thoughts.
“Right, we leave in 5. As you may know, the tour is starting in the UK. From there we go to France, Spain, Germany. A few other european countries.” I paused a second. Not one of them was actually listening to me.
“Guys?!” I raised my voice & clapped once. They all looked at me. “Let's get one thing straight, I won't put up with any shit. If you ignore me, bash me or anything of the sort I will personally have this tour stopped. You're in my care now, no more pussy footing around.” My voice was stern. That's right Bianca, you had control of them now.
“Sorry.” they all mumbled.
“Get on the bus.” I folded my arms, watching them all walk onto the bus.
God I felt good!
The 4 of them, they hit the big time. They go by the name of Pierce The Veil, they had dropped their first album & were due to start their first tour. I was pretty stoked for them, even though I hadn't heard from any of them for a while. Me on the other hand, I was working as a tour manager. I took any band I could get.
“Bianca, are you even listening?” my boss snapped his fingers in front of me. I was in a world of my own, Tony hadn't contacted me in nearly 12 months. Was he forgetting about me?
“Huh? Yeah, which band?” I smiled towards him.
“I can't tell you yet, but you're going to love them!” he grinned. Great, some rookie band. “Be here 6am sharp, you leave tomorrow. This is a big one Bianca. A world tour, so you're going to be away for a year or so.”
“A year?!” my voice raised a little. He simply nodded. “Alright, see you at 6am.” I sighed while collecting my things. Heading down the corridor, I signed out & stepped out into the muggy air. Damn you LA for being so warm. It was 6pm, 12 hours. I had to pack as well.
***
Hearing my alarm, I reached out & hit the top of it with force. 4:30am. Kill me now. Throwing the covers off me, I checked my phone. Still nothing. “I hate you Tony Perry.” Yes, I had been checking my phone everyday for the past 12 months. Maybe he had changed his number? maybe he lied, he doesn't want you anymore
Running around trying to get dressed while finish packing, I heard my phone ring. The caller I.D read my managers name. Answering it, he was checking if I was up. I glanced at the time, it was nearly 6 already. “Fuck.” I put the phone down, finished getting packed. Throwing my cases in the car, I locked up and sped off towards work.
“Better late than never.” Called my boss who didn't even bother to help me. I had 3 cases & they were all heavy as shit. I shot him an apologetic look. “The band will be here shortly. Here's the paper work, look after them.” He passed me a thick folder. I didn't even look in it.
***
40 minutes later a bus pulled up. Talk about running late. I stood up, smoothed my outfit down & waited to greet them. The tech team first. “Bianca Sierra Márquez, tour manager” I smiled at each of them, shaking their hand. Too professional?
“But she was mineeee!” my head snapped to the left. My eyes widened. There was non other than Victor Vincent Fuentes. Nah, I wasn't their tour manager. They wanted someone else no doubt. It couldn't be me. Please, don't let it be me. I had changed a lot since they last saw me 2 years ago. More tattoo's, more piercings. They probably won't even know it's me. “Vic, I got her fair & square” said another voice, Jaime Preciado.
“You practically snatched her in actual fact.” Mike Fuentes.
“Snatched? More like kidnapped.” Tony Perry. I sat back down, putting my face in my hands. What the hell am I suppose to do now? I wanted to run, I wanted to scream. The tech team wasn't around. Perfect. I stood up, waiting for them. “Sarah Pershaw, tour manager” I lied.
“Vic Fuentes.” He took a grip of my hand & shook it. “You look like someone I know.” I laughed a little.
“I doubt that.” I smiled at him. The other boys introduced themselves. Tony being the last one. Oh dear god, that beautiful smile. I melted on the spot. I had probably been staring a little too long when someone clearing their throat snapped my out of my thoughts.
“Right, we leave in 5. As you may know, the tour is starting in the UK. From there we go to France, Spain, Germany. A few other european countries.” I paused a second. Not one of them was actually listening to me.
“Guys?!” I raised my voice & clapped once. They all looked at me. “Let's get one thing straight, I won't put up with any shit. If you ignore me, bash me or anything of the sort I will personally have this tour stopped. You're in my care now, no more pussy footing around.” My voice was stern. That's right Bianca, you had control of them now.
“Sorry.” they all mumbled.
“Get on the bus.” I folded my arms, watching them all walk onto the bus.
God I felt good!
I'm going to say yes? There's a sequel to this, then a sequel to the sequel which I'm currently writing/posting at the moment.
11/20/13