"SHORT SHIT STOLE MY UNDERWEAR AGAIN!"

Jimmy comes racing through the bus, promptly falling over his own two feet, almost flying into the front lounge where Brian is sat. Matt yells at them from the drivers seat to keep it down, but they ignore him. Johnny's tackled to the floor, and having the height advantage over Johnny, Jimmy picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, ready to throw the midget out of the window and onto the freeway.

"Jim Jam, much as we hate Johnny stealing your less than clean underwear, we need a bassist for the show tonight. It's the second to last one- LA- surely you can put up with him for one more night" Brian counters, grinning when Johnny starts yelling and cursing for the taller man to put him down. The last thing he needs is another back cracking.

"Fine!" Jimmy huffs dramatically and puts the gnome back down onto the floor, disappearing back up the bus to find a different pair of underwear for that day. Johnny takes one exasperated look at Brian who shrugs 'what could I do?' at him, and he collapses into the booth and picks up a bottle of JD from the counter.

Zacky comes stumbling out of his bunk, rubbing his head and searching around for some aspirin. The man got shit-faced last night, and how he's going to handle a rock show tonight is one of the questions of his mind. Without even taking his eyes off the road, Matt yells,
"Third drawer, buddy. I stocked up last night"

Grinning, and then wincing when he hears Jimmy singing 'Tomorrow' from Annie in a high pitched voice, Zacky pulls out the small capsules and downs three, searching blindly around for some water.
"Rough night, huh Vee?" Brian asks with a smirk and Zacky flips him off, massaging his temples. Brian never seems to get hangovers- and when everyone else does, he rubs it in no end.
"You don't know the meaning of rough, sister" Zacky growls, and pulls a bottle of water from the fridge, and some Lucky Charms out of the cupboard.

"THE SUN'LL COME OUT TOMORROW- BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR THAT TOOOMMORROW! THEYRE'LL BE---"
"JIMMY!" the four of them yell in unison, and the singing stops for a second, only to be replaced by,

"MEMMOORRYY- ALL ALLONE IN THE MOOONLIGHT---"

Zacky grins, despite his throbbing headache and gets up, heading back towards his bunk.
"If I wasn't hungover, I'd just say, I need a drink"

***

"That show was the best damn show we've ever played! We're the biggest fucking band in the whole world!" Jimmy screams as they let loose back stage. The others are less over-excited, but still buzzing after the show. Thousands, no scratch that, tens of thousands of screaming fans all chanting their names and singing the words right back to them- it's like the world's biggest cult, and they're the ringleaders.

The management tell them their fans are waiting outside, and everyone picks up their stuff pretty quickly and heads out.
"Oh shoot, forgot my jacket. You guys go ahead, I'll catch you up" Brian says, breaking away from the little group and running back to the deserted dressing room. That leather was expensive, and he'd be damned if he was going to leave something like that here.

He scouts the room for a moment, looking for the black shiny material, when suddenly, he swears he hears a sob from one corner.
He pauses, waiting in the silence to see if something is happening to him. There it is again. Right in the far corner of the room.
Brian walks over as quietly as possible, the sniffing get louder as he gets closer, and right behind the couch, huddled up with his leather jacket, is a figure.

A small figure, no doubt. Brian pushes back the couch, if only to shed a little light on the thing to see what it is, and the thing looks up, with bright blue blinking eyes.
It's a little girl.
She pulls away his leather jacket and scrunches it up in her hand- giving it to him. He kneels down and picks her up, still stunned that there's a little girl in his dressing room.

She has blonde hair, done up in cute little pigtails, big brown eyes, and is wearing stripy leggings and a tiny A7X shirt. He had to admit, it made his heart melt a little bit to see such an adorable creature wearing a little shirt of his bands.
"Hey darlin'- where's your mommy?" Brian asks as the girl puts her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

There's a note pinned to her shirt, with a thumb tack. It says 'Lisa. I have no parents'

"Lisa?"
"Lisa" the little girl replies, and he guesses she must be about two or three years old, especially seeing as she can talk a little.
"How old are you, kitten?"
Lisa holds up two of her fingers and Brian nods, looking over his shoulder when he hears yelling from outside.

Carefully, he shrugs his jacket, the one with the Avenged logo on the back, around the little girl. It swamps her entirely, but it hides her from view. If anything, none of the fans need to see that he's holding a child- an orphan for that fact. She still clings tightly to his neck, and as he puts on his sunglasses, he walks out of the arena with her, holding her just as tightly.

Groups of fans are still milling about, but all the guys have gotten onto the bus and are ready to go back to Orange County, if only to see their families again. By some sort of crazy good luck, he manages to make it to the bus without getting jumped, and when he walks on, still terrified of the little lady in his arms, every eye turns to look at him, and the sleeping figure he's holding.

"Guys..." he says, gently taking the leather jacket away from sleeping Lisa and revealing her to his shocked bandmates.

"We have a problem"