Lindsey POV
I pack all my stage clothes for Warped Tour. It's our first time on Warped so I have no idea what to expect.
I was the last person to be picked up, so I had all the time in the world.
Just kidding. I only have forty-five minutes left.
I sighed and lay down on my bed. I did a mental list.
Stage clothes. Check.
Four pairs of shoes. Check.
Pads. Check.
Deodorant. Check.
Hair brush. Check.
Underwear and bras. Check.
Headbands. Check.
Bass guitar. Check.
Red lipstick. Check.
Shampoo, Conditioner, Toothbrush, toothpaste, and shaving things. Check.
I sighed. I had everything ready. My stomach rumble. Oh good, I'm hungry. I go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. I didn't want to eat anything heavy, since some of us band are going to meet at David & Busters at eight.
I look at the clock. It's seven thirty. They should be here any minute.
As I go to my room to get my bags and set them at the door, I hear someone knock.
"Lindsey! Come on girl!" I hear Steve say.
I open the door to reveal Steve and Jimmy.
"We came here to pick you up," Jimmy said.
"And help you with your bags," Steve finish.
I gave them each one bag, since I only have three to take. We put away the bags.
"Dibs on the middle bunk!" I yelled running to a middle bunk and put my pillow and blanket there.
"Alright Burger," Jimmy said to the driver. "We have everyone, now you can head to the David & Busters."
Burger, our bus driver, took us there.
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When we got there, there was already two tour buses there.
"So, who are we meeting again?" I asked Jennifer.
"Uh, bands. I remember some of them, not all the bands who we're going to meet. I know we're meeting Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Yellowcard." Jennifer said.
"There's two buses. I guess we're either fucking early or the others and fucking late." Jimmy said.
Once our bus is parked, we get off. We walk up to the other two buses to find about ten guys talking.
"No, Starwars is better than all the fucking superheros," said a guy with curly hair.
"Joe, we're talking about Batman and Superman here. Not Starwars," said a guy with light brown hair and a hat on.
"I vote for Batman," said a guy shorter than me and the guy with the hat on. He had a scorpion tattoo on his neck. I think.
"Hey, we have some more people to join our fight about superheros." Said a guy with the fro.
Everyone looked at us. Oh God, I felt awkward now.
"Fucking Batman!" Jimmy said and high five the short guy.
I couldn't see every ones face right since it was dark outside and the only light is the light post in the next lane.
I swear out of all of them, I can see someone familiar. Is it the guy who gave me to rose?
"What's the other superhero?" Steve asked.
"Superman." said the curly-haired Joe.
"Superman!" Steve said.
"And how about you, ladies?" asked the short dude.
"Superman," Jennifer said.
"Uh, Batman," I said quietly.
"We beat you! Seven to five! Batman wins!" Said the short dude and sticks his tongue out.
"We never introduce ourselves," said a tall, skinny guy with light brown hair and glasses.
"We're Mindless Self Indulgence," Jimmy said. "I'm James Euringer, but you can call me Jimmy Urine."
"The name is Steve Montano. Known as Steve, Right." Steve said.
"Hey. I'm Jennifer Dunn, but you guys can call me Kitty," Jennifer said.
"I'm Lindsey Ballato. Just call me Lindsey." I said.
"Mind introducing my band," said the guy wearing the hat. "We're Fall Out Boy. I'm Patrick Stump."
"I'm Pete Wentz."
"Joe Trohman."
"Andy Hurley."
"We're My Chemical Romance," said the guy with raven shoulder-long hair. He looks too familiar.
"I'm Gerard Way."
"Hey, you're the guy I bumped into yesterday at Starbucks," I said. I wish I took that back.
"I'm sorry about your shirt, Lindsey." Gerard said sheepishly.
"It's fine, Gerard." I said.
"I'm Frank Iero!" Frank said and tackle Gerard.
"Mind them, Frank likes to tackle people. I would be careful if I were you. I'm Ray Toro," Said the guy with the fro.
"I like your Afro, man," Jimmy said.
"I like your spikey hair. You must use a lot of hair gel," Ray said.
"I do." Jimmy said with a smile.
"I'm Micheal Way. You may call me Mikey," said the tall dude.
"I'm Bob Bryar." Said the blond dude with a lip piercing.
"Who else are we waiting for?" Jenn said.
"Uh, just you guys. Everyone bailed on us." Pete said.

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"I think Gerard and I should leave," Mikey said pulling Gerard with him.
"Come on Mikes," Gerard slurred. "Just one more drink."
"No, Gee, you already had too many drinks." Mikey said.
"Mikey. Just come yo' tits and have a drink." Gerard slurred.
"No Gerard. We go back to the bus." Mikey said pulling Gerard.
"Nope." Gerard said and stayed put in his seat.
It took Pete, Frank, Joe, Steve, Bob, Jennifer, and I to take Gerard to the tour bus.
"Thanks guys," Mikey said.
Everyone said their welcomes and left. I stayed.
"You alright Mikey?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just Gerard. He's been like this since our grandma, Elena, died." Mikey said quietly.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mikey. I hope Gerard gets better." I said.
"He will. He's a tough guy. He'll get out of his depression," Mikey voice cracked.
"That's the spirit, Mikey. Keep your head up. Be there for your brother," I said.
"You know. Older brothers should be doing that," Mikey said.
"You're not the oldest?"
"Nope. Gerard is."
"Well, be there for your brother. He's going to need it," I said and started to leave the bus.
"Wait!" Mikey called.
"Yeah?" I said turning around.
"Please don't tell anyone about this. The only ones that know this is just us. And you. Can you also help us with Gerard? Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy are going to help us." Mikey asked.
"Yeah. I'll do that," I said.
"Thank you," Mikey said.
"No problem." I said and left.

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I woke up when I fell off my bunk. Thank goodness I didn't call the third bunk.
"You alright, Lindsey?" Steve asked.
"Yeah. Just fell off." I said. Jimmy had come to where the bunks were.
"Why the hell are you on the floor?" He asked.
"Looking for my fucking life. Have you seen it?" I said sarcastically. I manage to get Jimmy to laugh a little bit.
I get off the ground.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Houston, Texas." Kitty called.
"Let the hot hell weather began." I said. I really dislike hot weath. Just pointing that out.
Our show was at 1:30.

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"Hey Lindsey," called Ray.
"What up fro," I called back.
"Have you play your set yet?" He asked.
"Yeah. When is yours?" I asked.
"at three." Ray said.
"Aw, I missed it," I said.
"Don't worry. You have all summer to see us perform." Ray said.
"I'll see you one of these days. I promise." I said reaching for a water bottle on a table.
"By the way, how the hell do you do that back-bend," Ray asked.
"Magic," I said with a smile.
"Funny, Lindsey," Ray laughed. "See you later."
"Bye!" I called.
After an hour of signing things, taking pictures, and stuff, Mikey comes up to me, looking worried.
"What's wrong, Mikey?" I asked.
"Have you seen Gerard?" Mikey asked.
"I haven't seen him at all today. Hold up, I'll ask my friends," I said and walk to Jimmy, who's in the back of the tent.
"Hey Jimmy, have you seen Gerard?" I asked.
"No. I've seen him walking to the main stage, but that's it." Jimmy reply.
"Thanks." I said and asked Steve and Jennifer the same questions.
"I've seen him with a guy with long ass black hair." Steve said.
"I've seen Gerard with the singer of The Used. I think his name is Bert? Anyways, I think they were heading to the tour buses." Jennifer said.
I thank them and walk back to Mikey, who was now playing with his fingers. "Okay, Kitty and Steve said they seen him with a guy from The Used name Bert. They were last seen heading to the tour buses." I said.
"Thanks Lindsey. I have to go," Mikey said quickly and ran off.
I was worried about Gerard. Judging by the way Mikey was after I told him where Gerard was last seen, it must be bad to be around Bert. But I'm just judging by the way he left when I gave him the news.
I sighed. All day I was worried about Gerard. He's not the same Gerard from Starbucks. Or was he just hiding his depression? I think he was. It's not good for him to hide his depression. He has to talk to someone about it.
This is going to be a long tour.

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