Matt
To say this chick was hot, was totally an understatement. I watched Jason show her how we do things around here, my eyes were practically glued to her ass. I looked over my shoulder and saw Brian staring at the same thing.

"Nice ass, huh?" I joked and he smirked. "Damn roadies, thinking they get to call dibs. We're the stars here, we get first pick!"

"Don't break the bro code, Shads." Brian warned, but I could tell he felt the same way.
I waved him off and walked over to Lil and Jason. "So what are you thinking, JB-Diz? She can make sure we all have drinks on stage, maybe work the merch booth?"

Lil looked at me funny and laughed. "I can get down and dirty with the rest of them, you know."
"We just don't wanna put to much pressure on you." Jason chipped in, trying to do damage control.

"Okay then." She shrugged and took the clipboard from Jason.

Lil walked over to the stacks of boxes we had, taking merch inventory and organizing them into piles by size and price. Jason turned his head back towards me and frowned, "Matt, would you please take it down a notch with the pervy uncle bit? You're gonna scare her off, then you'll be the one doing the work."

I frowned at him and sighed, "You always ruin my good time!"

"Just go onstage and do a sound check please." He rubbed his face and stormed off.

Brian and I walked onto the stage and started messing with the mics until feedback came through the speakers. I screamed into the microphone and laughed as I watched Brian flinch and jump back away from the speaker he was messing with, falling off the platform onto his back. "Fuck!"

"So the speakers work?" I asked and Brian cursed at me.

I helped him off the ground and patted his back as we walked backstage. Lil was leaning over a box, rummaging through it, and I couldn't help but stare. My eyes trailed up her legs, which looked sexy in her shorts I might add, up to her perfectly round ass that was barely contained by her shorts. I could feel my pants getting tighter and the heat rising to my face. This chick was fucking insane.

"Can I help you?" She asked me with a smirk, I realized that I was gawking at her the whole time.

"I'm just making sure you can handle all the work we dump on you." I chuckled and sat down on a back up amp.

Lil shook her head at me and laughed. "Sure, that's what you were doing...anyways, nobody told me what band I'm working for?"

"Avenged Sevenfold." I informed her and she gave me a weird look. "What kind of name is that!"

I chuckled and she crossed her arms over her chest. "So, when did they hire you? You seem like a veteran around here, everyone takes orders from you."

"That's because I'm not a roadie, I'm in the band." Did I really look like a damn roadie?! I have to admit that hurt my ego a bit.

"I never would've guessed." Lil pushed and smirked. "What about the other guy?"

I'm sure she meant Brian. "Oh, Brian? No, he's here for emotional support."

"Hey, fuck off Shads! I can hear you!" Brian shouted from across the room and I laughed. "Okay, okay, he's in the band too."

He jogged over to us and put his arm around Lil's shoulder, "I'm not just in the band, I'm the band."

I groaned and Lil giggled. "I'm not sure that's entirely true. Now, don't you boys have some rehearsing to do? Run along and let me do my job!"

Brian threw his hands up in defeat and backed away, and I smirked. I like a lady who can boss me around. I stood up and walked off but turned back to Lil and smiled.

"I'll be back for you!" I shouted and she laughed.

Brian walked alongside me and chuckled. "Not if I get to her first." He joked. But I'd be damned if I let Syn in on that action. I'm determined to make that fine piece of ass mine.

Jen
I tried my best to stay near MB. Even if I had just met him the night before, I was more comfortable around him because I already spoke to him. I convinced him that I normally only worked the merch booth, so he had to show me the ropes behind the scenes.

"During the show, you have to stay right by the entrance to the stage. In case if any of the guys need any drinks or a new instrument, they're gonna run right up to you. It's your job to be ready for them, with whatever they need in hand." MB lectured me and I groaned inwardly.

"That's it?" I asked and he smiled a little bit. "It sounds easy, but these guys are really high maintenance, they will wear you down pretty quickly."

I sighed and he chuckled. "Don't let that discourage you, they're assholes but they treat you like family. I can promise you that you'll fit in just fine."

I smiled awkwardly and excused myself for the restroom. I walked away and sighed. MB's "family" remark made me think of my actual family. My parents kicked me out a couple years ago, after I dropped out of high school, and haven't looked at me the same since. After that I moved in with my older sister, Rachel, she was no better though. Night and day she'd be on my ass for not having a job or having shitty friends. It's not my fault, who would want to hire a dropout anyways? It just proves I have a 'lack of motivation', as my dad would call it.

A year ago, Rachel had enough and threw me out. I moved in with one of Jonah's friends and worked for them. I obviously had no money, so I had to figure out another way to pay him. I helped him with his little business. My job was to lookout for cops while Jonah and his boys did their thing. That and the occasional scouting for a potential customer. I was never told what he sold, but judging by how irate and needy his customers were I'm assuming he sold drugs.

After a while, I was stupid enough to think these people cared about me. I thought they were my new family. My real family shut me out, and these people took me in but only for their own personal gain. The day of my trial, nobody came. Not my parents, whom I so desperately wanted to impress. Not my sister, who I've always looked up to. Not my friends, who I thought cared about me. Nobody.

I splashed some water on my face and groaned. I never thought I'd say this, but I want Lil. I don't want to be alone with strange men. I want to be with Lil, she's the only person I've met who seems to actually give a fuck about me. Why did Jason have to split us up? Fucking why?!

I walked back over to where everyone else was and looked for MB, but he was nowhere to be found. I wandered aimlessly through the venue, like a lost puppy. "Jen!"

I turned around and saw the tool from last night. He's been watching me all day, everything about this guy just freaked me out.

"What?" I spat and crossed my arms. He frowned at me then a smirk played across his lips.
"That's no way to talk to your boss." He sneered. "Come carry these guitars for me."

I cut my eyes up him and scowled. Was this guy for fucking real? I trudged over to the three guitars up against the wall and somehow managed to pick them all up without damaging anything. I looked over my shoulder and the asshole was just watching me with a stupid fucking smile on his face.

"Why the sour face?" He quipped with a laugh. I glared at him and stormed off.

"Fucking douche." I muttered under my breath and looked for a rack to hang these guitars on.

The taller man that was sent with us, I think his name is Jimmy, walked over to me and frowned. "Did Zacky leave you to do all the work yourself?" He asked softly and I just nodded at him as I tried not to drop everything.

"Let me take some." He offered and I gladly handed him two guitars. "He's just breaking in the newbies, don't take it to heart."

"Everyone keeps telling me he's not really like that, but every time I see him he's an asshole." I griped and followed Jimmy.

"You're right, he is an asshole. I've known that prick for-fuckin-ever and he just gets shittier and shittier every time I see him!" Jimmy shouted and laughed wildly and I couldn't help but smile.

"How do you deal with him?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Well, one day I got so fed up with him that I just slapped him!"

"You smacked him?" I could barely contain my laughter.

"Damn straight! I slapped him right in the face and said, 'Zacky, I'm gonna make a woman outta you!' He hasn't stepped out of line since!"

We both started cracking up and suddenly, MB appeared again. "Oh jeez, Jimmy got to you."

"Fuck off with your 'Jimmy got to you' bullshit, I'm awesome!" Jimmy mocked him and MB just shook his head.

"Where do we put these?" I asked, motioning to the guitars. MB stared at them for a second and paused. "Uhh, I guess you can just set them down right here." He pointed at a big fold-up table next to the wall, so me and Jimmy set them down.

"Hey, asshole!" Jimmy shouted and ran off. I jumped at his sudden outburst and raised my eyebrows at Matt.

"I know, I know. Jimmy is insane, but he clearly likes you so that's good." MB chuckled. "When the Rev doesn't like a crew member, they don't last very long here."

"Oh." I said quietly and stood there awkwardly.

His comment couldn't help but make me nervous. Maybe this really isn't a good idea. What if me or Lil did something to piss these guys off? Then what? They could dig up some dirt, find out who we really are, and turn us in. I don't know if I can do this for the next eight weeks...

"Don't let that make you nervous, you fit in perfectly around here." MB reassured me, but my mind was already running a million miles a second.

What did we get ourselves into?

Notes

How was your guys' New Years?! Good, I hope!
Jen's not liking this trial day very much...I wonder how Lil feels about it?
Will the girls end up taking the job?
Or go on their way?
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