The Last Punch

As the curtain closed after the Korn set the guys ran of the stage. Tony and I were holding hands, next to us was Ricky and Em. Ricky was behind her with his arms draped over her shoulders. On the front of the curtain the Slipknot logo was projected. The crowd roared as the red form hit the fabric. The crew was working quickly on the stage, trying to get it perfect for the set. A few people from each band were watching where we were. Most had seen it all before but some just couldn’t get enough. And it was the last time in a while that we would get to see anyone from Of Mice or MIW. Mel told me that Em was coming home with us instead of finishing tour with them. Apparently the guys don’t like having girls on the bus, as much as they love them… not on a bus.
“I’m so excited!!” I squealed looking at Tony. I smiled with caused him to smile. I looked behind us and saw that Mel had started talking to a few of the guys from Slipknot. “Wait one sec!” I said letting go of his hand and skipping over to Mel. She giggled and pointed at me and I landed by her side.
“Corey, V-man, Clown… This is the babe I’m here with, the model. Alexandria Cavella.” Mel said cheerfully. I waved and the guys smiled.
“So what are you models doing here at our concert?” Corey asked looking at us.
“Well we were in town because our friend and his fiancé live here. Then Al saw that this was going on and she got someone from Of Mice & Men to let us in.” Mel explained looking up to the guys. We were short girls so we had to look up to these, in our eyes, Gods.
“Well have a great night ladies! We have to get ready.” Corey said looking at the guys and walking away. I giggled to Mel and turned around to head for Tony.
“They’re pretty chill.” I said to Mel as we walked back to where I was standing. Alan was talking to Tony, and so was Chris. Randy from Lamb of God was chilling with Austin on a box that was right next to the stage. Mel, being herself with her history, stayed away from Alan.
“Hey babe.” Tony saw me and opened his arm. I went over and he put his arm across my shoulders. Alan smiled and laughed.
"I remember when you were miserable with Mike, now look at you two. Perfect you’re my OTP.” He said, mimicking the fangirls that trolled fan fiction websites. I laughed and so did Emme, overhearing his impression. Music started to play and the lights got darker. The crowd roared and all of us side stage got ready for their entrance. XIX was playing and the crowd got ready to sing.
"With my face against the floor, I can’t see who knocked me out of the way
I don’t want to get back up, but I have to… so it might as well be today
Nothing appeals to me- no one feels like me
I’m too busy being calm to disappear
I’m in no shape to be alone, contrary to the shit that you might hear
SO WALK WITH ME- WALK WITH ME
Don’t let this symbolism kill your heart
WALK WITH ME- WALK WITH ME
Just like we should have done right from the start
WALK WITH ME- WALK WITH ME
Don’t let this fucking world tear you apart” They sang, filling the venue. Even us side stage were singing. I had my phone out, snap chatting the entire event. Tonights final act was gonna be bright, sick, and loud.

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