This Love Was Out of Control
In The Studio
*Vic’s POV*
We said our good-byes to Caesar and Frenchi, hurrying our way to the gate so we wouldn’t miss our flight to New York.
We settled into the plane, locking up our equipment above us. Jaime and I kept chuckling to ourselves. This was gonna be so damn exciting! “We should totally get chairs by the window. What number is our seats?” I asked Mike, who was already looking at his ticket.
“68 and 69,” Mike confirmed, shoving his ticket in his butt pocket.
“We want 69!” Jaime blurted towards me, shoving Tony and Mike away from those seats. “I saved a spot for you, babe,” Jaime laughed loudly, patting on the cushion.
All I could do was smirk at him. “You’re such a douche.”
“I thought I was ratchet?” he winked.
I sat down next to him, letting him have the window seat. I buckled my seatbelt and placed my head back on the chair. “That too,” I smiled. I stared behind me as Mike took the window and Tony sat directly behind me. Mike was very amused at the sight of all the planes that were gonna take off.
Ours was next. Lift off! Woo woo!
~~~
“What?! We have to live in a bus?” Tony said angrily, staring back at me and Jaime.
“Yes, Mr. Perry. That’s what all the bands do when they have to travel from place to place. That’s how you go on tour,” a lady said, who appeared to be the same lady I chatted with on the phone a week ago. “If you boys have any questions-”
“Is there a bathroom?” Jaime asked, almost in a panicky tone.
“Yes.”
“Is there a shower?” Mike questioned Melissa.
“Actaully, no there isn’t, but you-”
“Fuck! How is there no shower?! NO SHOWER. I need my balls to smell good! I want them to be spotless!” Mike hammered away at her.
She was just trying to help. I think Mike is going overboard with it, but she was gonna say something right after. “Mikey, shut up and let her finish!” I screamed, punching his arm.
“Thank you, Vic. Now, as I was saying, there isn’t a shower, but you guys can always use baby wipes to wipe down your taints. Are there any other questions?”
“How about you just tell us,” I suggested. “Wouldn’t want my brother to go off on you again.” Mike flashed me a disgusted look, sticking his tongue out and turning back to Melissa.
“Alright. So lets go inside your bus,” she said, showing us the way.
We walked inside and noticed everything was neatly organized and in place. We can change that. While Tony and Mike walked around listening to Melissa explain the compartments of the bus, I jumped on the bunk at the very top and sprawled out my body. “Ahhh, yeah, that’s nice.” I cuddled up to the pillow and watched as Jaime stood there giggling at me. “Get up here and come snuggle with me,” I pouted, flipping out my bottom lip.
“We should really pay attention to what Melissa is saying. We wouldn’t want to miss out on something,” Jaime offered, pulling my arm and making my whole body drop from the bunk.
I fluffed out my shirt and dusted off my shoulders. “Alright, you talk me into it,” I smiled, hugging him from behind.
~~~
We had Melissa introduce all these new people to us right when we walked in the studio. “This man right here,” she said, pulling on a man’s shoulder, “will be your tour manager. His name is Kevin.” We all smiled or waved at him and continued to follow her. “The alien over there will be your photographer, that’s Adam.”
Geez, he did look like an alien. I feel like they're calling him that because of his head and because he’s taking pictures for what? Duh, to send back to his home land in space.
“That man talking to the really skinny girl in the left corner would be Matt. The other guy in the right hand corner would be Dave. Those are your guitar tech men,” she said, walking away and us following suit. "Last but not least, this is Casey, your drum tech."
All this walking around was making me famished.
“I’m hungry,” Mike said before I could.
See, even he was hungry and he’s like never hungry. We were so in a rush to get off the plane that we forgot to fill our tummies with scrumchiouness. We’ll grab a bite to eat when we’re done.
*1 week later*
I was practicing the vocals for Caraphernelia in the studio and I kept having to start over because I wasn’t reaching a certain note. “What part do you want me to start out from?” I was getting pissed off, not knowing how to react because it was my first day. I asked the guy behind the glass for instructions. “Like the first chorus or the first verse?”
“Start from the very first word. I think “sunshine” could have a little bit more of a dramatic touch,” he said, pinching his fingers together.
“SUUUNSHIIINE! There ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night,” I paused, hoping to get some feedback on the vocals. He threw me a thumbs up and rolled up his hand, wanting me to start from the top.
I reminded him before I started that Jaime does the screaming parts so I can skip over it. I even labeled them on the sheet for him when I wrote out everything.
♪ Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you're done and,
You've decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,
And just throw, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.
So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. ♪
“So I noticed that you didn’t write all the “oh’s” oh the paper. Did you just add that in?”
“Uh, no, I actually thought I wouldn’t need to write that,” I explained. He told me to pick up from the last chorus.
♪ What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
I'd better learn to live alone.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What's so good about? What's so good about?
What's so good about picking up the pieces? ♪
“That’s a wrap!” the man said, jumping to his feet and stopping the record button.
~~~
Jaime and I were standing around watching Mike finish his last drum beat for the song. Tony was talking to some random dude outside and didn’t even bother to come in and check to see if we were done.
We gathered up Mike and Tony, parking ourselves right in Taco Bell.
“I’m starving!” Jaime and Mike said in unison. They both chuckled at each other and pointed to the menu on the wall.
“What do you wanna eat, fatass?” I offered, asking Mike and grinning at him. He flipped me the finger and ordered a nacho supreme. Fatass. I got myself four quesadillas.
“Who’s the fatass now, huh?!” Mike fired back at me. “You better work off that fat in the gym later. That chub needs to come off.”
“WHAT CHUB?! I’m not fat!” I retorted.
“No, you’re not. But you gotta little somethin somethin right der on your chin,” Mike whispered, poking right under my chin. I quickly looked down to see if I made a mess at all. “HAAA, sucka!” he laughed, flicking his finger in my eye. “You fell for it! How many times have a done that to you and you still think there is something really there?”
“Excuse me for being a perfectionist,” I added, grinning at him once more. "I don't wany anything on my face."
“You’re not perfect. No one is perfect,” Mike concluded, turning away and grabbing his order.
“This man is,” I smiled, grabbing onto Jaime’s waist. “I know they say no one is perfect, but I swear he’s perfect for me.” I leaned into my fiance and kissed him on the lips, adding some tongue.
“You’re perfect for me as well,” Jaime said, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips.
“Enough,” Tony said, taking his meal in his hands.
We followed him to a table, completely excluded from everyone else. We perched ourselves down and began to unwind our wrappers.
“I love you, babe,” Jaime whispered, kissing my cheek.
“I love you more, Hime,” I said, smashing his face with my lips.
“Enough’s enough, we’re done! Our fatasses wanna eat without you two sucking face at the table. If you wanna do that, go in the bus. If not, you both can sit here like normal human beings and fucking eat your god damn quesadillas and burritos in peace!”
That was uncalled for. “Damn, Tone. Stop being so mean to us,” Jaime forced a sentence out.
“He’s right though,” Mike stepped in. “You guys shouldn’t be doing that at the table in public, or at home. It’s rude, you know.”
Jaime and I took in what they said and agreed to keep our love away from the table. Instead, we stuffed our faces and filled our stomaches with delicious food.
When we got back to the bus, it was already dark and that meant lights out for us.
A long day working in the studio and I know for a fact that there’s more to come. Our first shows will be free and they'll start in a week. And the first place we're starting out in is right here...in Albany, New York.
We said our good-byes to Caesar and Frenchi, hurrying our way to the gate so we wouldn’t miss our flight to New York.
We settled into the plane, locking up our equipment above us. Jaime and I kept chuckling to ourselves. This was gonna be so damn exciting! “We should totally get chairs by the window. What number is our seats?” I asked Mike, who was already looking at his ticket.
“68 and 69,” Mike confirmed, shoving his ticket in his butt pocket.
“We want 69!” Jaime blurted towards me, shoving Tony and Mike away from those seats. “I saved a spot for you, babe,” Jaime laughed loudly, patting on the cushion.
All I could do was smirk at him. “You’re such a douche.”
“I thought I was ratchet?” he winked.
I sat down next to him, letting him have the window seat. I buckled my seatbelt and placed my head back on the chair. “That too,” I smiled. I stared behind me as Mike took the window and Tony sat directly behind me. Mike was very amused at the sight of all the planes that were gonna take off.
Ours was next. Lift off! Woo woo!
~~~
“What?! We have to live in a bus?” Tony said angrily, staring back at me and Jaime.
“Yes, Mr. Perry. That’s what all the bands do when they have to travel from place to place. That’s how you go on tour,” a lady said, who appeared to be the same lady I chatted with on the phone a week ago. “If you boys have any questions-”
“Is there a bathroom?” Jaime asked, almost in a panicky tone.
“Yes.”
“Is there a shower?” Mike questioned Melissa.
“Actaully, no there isn’t, but you-”
“Fuck! How is there no shower?! NO SHOWER. I need my balls to smell good! I want them to be spotless!” Mike hammered away at her.
She was just trying to help. I think Mike is going overboard with it, but she was gonna say something right after. “Mikey, shut up and let her finish!” I screamed, punching his arm.
“Thank you, Vic. Now, as I was saying, there isn’t a shower, but you guys can always use baby wipes to wipe down your taints. Are there any other questions?”
“How about you just tell us,” I suggested. “Wouldn’t want my brother to go off on you again.” Mike flashed me a disgusted look, sticking his tongue out and turning back to Melissa.
“Alright. So lets go inside your bus,” she said, showing us the way.
We walked inside and noticed everything was neatly organized and in place. We can change that. While Tony and Mike walked around listening to Melissa explain the compartments of the bus, I jumped on the bunk at the very top and sprawled out my body. “Ahhh, yeah, that’s nice.” I cuddled up to the pillow and watched as Jaime stood there giggling at me. “Get up here and come snuggle with me,” I pouted, flipping out my bottom lip.
“We should really pay attention to what Melissa is saying. We wouldn’t want to miss out on something,” Jaime offered, pulling my arm and making my whole body drop from the bunk.
I fluffed out my shirt and dusted off my shoulders. “Alright, you talk me into it,” I smiled, hugging him from behind.
~~~
We had Melissa introduce all these new people to us right when we walked in the studio. “This man right here,” she said, pulling on a man’s shoulder, “will be your tour manager. His name is Kevin.” We all smiled or waved at him and continued to follow her. “The alien over there will be your photographer, that’s Adam.”
Geez, he did look like an alien. I feel like they're calling him that because of his head and because he’s taking pictures for what? Duh, to send back to his home land in space.
“That man talking to the really skinny girl in the left corner would be Matt. The other guy in the right hand corner would be Dave. Those are your guitar tech men,” she said, walking away and us following suit. "Last but not least, this is Casey, your drum tech."
All this walking around was making me famished.
“I’m hungry,” Mike said before I could.
See, even he was hungry and he’s like never hungry. We were so in a rush to get off the plane that we forgot to fill our tummies with scrumchiouness. We’ll grab a bite to eat when we’re done.
*1 week later*
I was practicing the vocals for Caraphernelia in the studio and I kept having to start over because I wasn’t reaching a certain note. “What part do you want me to start out from?” I was getting pissed off, not knowing how to react because it was my first day. I asked the guy behind the glass for instructions. “Like the first chorus or the first verse?”
“Start from the very first word. I think “sunshine” could have a little bit more of a dramatic touch,” he said, pinching his fingers together.
“SUUUNSHIIINE! There ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night,” I paused, hoping to get some feedback on the vocals. He threw me a thumbs up and rolled up his hand, wanting me to start from the top.
I reminded him before I started that Jaime does the screaming parts so I can skip over it. I even labeled them on the sheet for him when I wrote out everything.
♪ Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you're done and,
You've decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,
And just throw, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.
So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. ♪
“So I noticed that you didn’t write all the “oh’s” oh the paper. Did you just add that in?”
“Uh, no, I actually thought I wouldn’t need to write that,” I explained. He told me to pick up from the last chorus.
♪ What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
I'd better learn to live alone.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What's so good about? What's so good about?
What's so good about picking up the pieces? ♪
“That’s a wrap!” the man said, jumping to his feet and stopping the record button.
~~~
Jaime and I were standing around watching Mike finish his last drum beat for the song. Tony was talking to some random dude outside and didn’t even bother to come in and check to see if we were done.
We gathered up Mike and Tony, parking ourselves right in Taco Bell.
“I’m starving!” Jaime and Mike said in unison. They both chuckled at each other and pointed to the menu on the wall.
“What do you wanna eat, fatass?” I offered, asking Mike and grinning at him. He flipped me the finger and ordered a nacho supreme. Fatass. I got myself four quesadillas.
“Who’s the fatass now, huh?!” Mike fired back at me. “You better work off that fat in the gym later. That chub needs to come off.”
“WHAT CHUB?! I’m not fat!” I retorted.
“No, you’re not. But you gotta little somethin somethin right der on your chin,” Mike whispered, poking right under my chin. I quickly looked down to see if I made a mess at all. “HAAA, sucka!” he laughed, flicking his finger in my eye. “You fell for it! How many times have a done that to you and you still think there is something really there?”
“Excuse me for being a perfectionist,” I added, grinning at him once more. "I don't wany anything on my face."
“You’re not perfect. No one is perfect,” Mike concluded, turning away and grabbing his order.
“This man is,” I smiled, grabbing onto Jaime’s waist. “I know they say no one is perfect, but I swear he’s perfect for me.” I leaned into my fiance and kissed him on the lips, adding some tongue.
“You’re perfect for me as well,” Jaime said, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips.
“Enough,” Tony said, taking his meal in his hands.
We followed him to a table, completely excluded from everyone else. We perched ourselves down and began to unwind our wrappers.
“I love you, babe,” Jaime whispered, kissing my cheek.
“I love you more, Hime,” I said, smashing his face with my lips.
“Enough’s enough, we’re done! Our fatasses wanna eat without you two sucking face at the table. If you wanna do that, go in the bus. If not, you both can sit here like normal human beings and fucking eat your god damn quesadillas and burritos in peace!”
That was uncalled for. “Damn, Tone. Stop being so mean to us,” Jaime forced a sentence out.
“He’s right though,” Mike stepped in. “You guys shouldn’t be doing that at the table in public, or at home. It’s rude, you know.”
Jaime and I took in what they said and agreed to keep our love away from the table. Instead, we stuffed our faces and filled our stomaches with delicious food.
When we got back to the bus, it was already dark and that meant lights out for us.
A long day working in the studio and I know for a fact that there’s more to come. Our first shows will be free and they'll start in a week. And the first place we're starting out in is right here...in Albany, New York.
Notes
*Kellin Quinn reference:D (wipe down your taints...i think he says taints. idk. it was in the Hot Minute with Hot Topic. btw, fav pick-up line; Jack: AYE BITCH!)*Miles Away referene;) instead of "she's" i used "he's"...heheheh;p btw, fucking love this song! can't get enough of it.
*King For A Day reference:DD
hey i need comments guys!!! no one said anything about my last chapter and that made me upset:(
please tell me what you think?:) pls?
Would really like to see a sequel :)
7/4/15