Chapter 3 (The Band)

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• Luke’s POV •

Two years ago, we’d wake up knowing that this entire band thing has yet to happen. We’d go to Ashton’s house on weekends just to practice the shitty songs that we wrote and we’d even hang out with a couple of great friends.

Two years ago, we were just this group of guys in school trying hard to sound like All Time Low—but we couldn’t. We’d do everything that we could just to play in front of people. We would join battles of the bands, volunteer in playing for school activities and simply play in front of our friends and family.

But tonight? We aren’t those kids anymore. We aren’t the ones struggling to play in front of people anymore. Now, we’re demanded and called for. We don’t sound like All Time Low. We will never sound like All Time Low. Tonight, we sound like 5 Seconds of Summer.

We ran up the stage and the crowd went wild, either screaming “5SOS” repetitively or shouting “Fuck me, Michael!” occasionally.

Michael started playing his guitar and the adrenaline rush consumed us. The lights were kind of blinding and I fixed my ear piece before singing.

That’s what I like about you.

You hold me tight.

Tell me I’m the only one, wanna come over tonight? Yeah.

We did the chorus pretty good and the next thing we know is that we’re jumping around and running on the stage. We absolutely felt the crowd a lot and we couldn’t contain our happiness in doing this. The crowd was amazing and as Michael did his guitar solo, Calum started laughing at me for no reason.

I gave him a confused look while smiling. It doesn’t matter if he’s laughing because I know he’s as happy as I am. He was wearing a black muscle tee that occasionally shows both his tattoos below his collar bone, a feather and the roman numerals for 2012, MMXII. A lot of things has changed over the two years that passed by.

I looked over at Michael who was head banging to his fullest. His red hair illuminated and he was smiling widely. Ashton was obviously having fun on the drums because he pulled really weird faces but you can’t blame the guy, it’s his thing.

After the whole set, we exited to the backstage and we were all panting.

I removed my earpieces and handed it to the stage manager.

“That was great, boys!” he said, clapping his hands together. “Absolutely amazing!”

“Yeah!” Calum cheered, putting his hands up in the air.

I nodded and sat on one of the amplifiers. “That was so breathtaking,” I said.

“Great job, Lukey,” Ashton patted my shoulder.

All I could do was give thumbs up and play with my lip ring. I could still feel the loud music lingering in my ears. I should say that I still couldn’t believe that we’re actually doing this. We’re in LA and we’re playing shows and people like us and we’re happy and—

“I am so hungry!” Michael shouted, making us all turn to him.

“Let’s head back to the hotel,” Calum said. “I’m so tired.”

“Yeah, we better head back. We have to rest,” Ashton said, finishing a bottle of water.

We got inside the car after our stuff has been fixed. The ride to the hotel we stay in was a 10 minute one so I had time to check on Twitter. Of course, the band account’s Twitter had its mentions exploding. Every second, people would literally tweet us. I checked some and RTd and Favd. I went on my account and my mentions were exploding as well. It was typical for us already. Maybe first, it was mind blowing but we got used to it.

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