Miss Nothing

"And here we are girls. Taste of chaos!" Duff cheered as the Velvet Revolver tour bus drove into a parking lot I'd be spending the next 2 months of my life in.

"Dad, who else is here?" I asked my dad, who was drinking tea in the kitchen.

"Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, Killswitch Engage, Slipknot and Black Veil Brides." Dad smiled. I loved all of them, except for BVB. I winced when he mentioned BVB.

"Ew." Tristenne winced. Touché.

"Well seeing as we're here, I'm going for a smoke." I stretched. I got out the bus and checked I had my Dunhills and my lighters. There was a tobacco store along the way here so I decidedlto treat myself. I took a walk round the buses and lit up. Well, I tried too.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath, realising my lighter had ran out. I tried again without any luck. And again.

"Hey, you need a lighter?" I heard a voice call out from behind me. I turned round to see Synyster Gates. He seemed to be fangirling more than me.

"Oh my god you're Cora Motherfucking Hudson! One of the best female guitarists in metal! Here, I have a spare in my poccket you can have." He smiled, tossing me a purple lighter.

"Thanks dude! I'm quite a big fan of you as well!" I chirped, inhaling the much needed nicotine into my lungs.

"I hope to see more of you! See ya! Oh, and remember to avoid BVB." He said seriously and I giggled. We parted ways and I took his advice and avoided all the shigty bands on the tour.

Notes

SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! And about BVB. Yes, I can't stand them. Fucking deal with it.