Tell Me No

I should've went to the right but I followed him instead. Like a stealthy ninja I crept down halls, through doors, until he stopped. I had no where to hide. I froze mid step. Didn't want to breathe for I had some weird thought that he'd sense it. I reached my arm out to the closest door handle praying it was unlocked. When it turned I let out a silent sigh. Did I know what my plan was? No. No I didn't. I was just gonna play it by ear. I ended up in the sound booth. Could I mess with the sound that would go through the arena? Ruin everyone's experience? Nawh I wasn't that cruel. Now mess with his earpeice yes yes I could. Give a whole new mean into 'whispering sweet nothings in his ear'. I heard the door knob jingle, it didn't come to mind that others would be in here. So I hid under the desk. 'What are we supposed to do? She just up and quit! We don't have someone to run this area. Not for a show this big.' I hear an exhausted sigh over a receiver. 'We'll get a replacement right over. Just make due for now.' The guy in the room leaned against a prompter and turned some dials, flicked a few switches and walked back out. If I could portray this 'replacement' my plan would workout smoothly. I stood up, brushed myself off and went to stand outside the door. Peeking through to make sure I wouldn't get made first. Minutes passed rather slowly as I heard the first band take the stage. I didn't want to miss this show. It was the first concert in years for me. A glimmer into my adolescence. As I fiddled with my phone, 'who are you?' Previous guy in sound room asked. 'Oh, hi, I'm Anya. I was sent here to take over the sound and effects for the event tonight. I was on my way out if the area when they called me in. I don't have any of my credentials on me, or my badge but they sent me up here to wait. Are you who I'm waiting for?' With my best simple smile and professionalism I reached out my hand. He stares for a moment. I for sure thought my plan was gonna blow before it started. 'Oh thank goodness! I'm so glad they got someone at least before the main act came on. Going back and forth between backstage and here would've been killer for me.' He shook my hand and lead me in. 'So do you have everything you need? Do you need a crash course?' Eyeballing the room I was glad my secret major was studio management. 'If I could get something to drink I'd be all set.' He nodded as he spoke into an ear peice placing my drink order. And reassured me I'd be taken care of. I spun I the chair and came face to face with a wide window over looking everything. I had the best seat here. My gear was set on my head as I read over the nights specifications and waited. Before I knew it I was two drinks in of fountain Pepsi, had a bottle of water at my side, and an assortment of snacks. If I could do this for a living I'd be set. It just didn't work out in my favor before hand. 'Anya, could you change the sets for Avenged? They want to make sure everything's set to go.' A smile crept on my face. 'Roger that skipper'. Is all I replied. If they had cameras looking in here while I was 'working' they'd be in for a show. I was dancing, rocking out, screaming, to the bands playing below me. 'Check one two' a voices spoke over my ears. It repeated two more times. 'Hey Matt, could you repeat yours I hear an echo.' I asked I still wanted a great show. As he repeated it three times I turned some knobs under his microphone. 'Its better on my end how about yours?' I asked him. 'Sounds perfect.' I smiled at my fake job compliment. The show started with fog and a graveyard scene. It was a great concept. It may seem obsessed but I put my set to only hear Zack. Just then it all cut off. I frantically rushed over the equipment. Until Johnny's voice rang ' we need a new set down here.' 'What happened?' I grunted. 'I tripped over Zack's cords and something popped and we can't get it back on.' Just so you know this is who they talk to in between songs. I was stuck. I couldn't go down there. I'd backwards I huffed out a breath as I contemplated my options. I mean it was a great experience while it lasted. Who could say they lied their way into a soundbooth for one of their favorite bands? "I'll be down momentarily, can you hand Zack your earpeice for a moment, johnny sweetie?" Letting some southern drawl into my voice. "Uh, yeah, sure, darling." I chuckled at his reply. Matt was interacting with the crowd, something about short shit strikes again and why hasn't wireless gear been made yet. Which in turn made Brian voice how he liked his old fashioned gizmos. Oh brotherly bickering on stage had some highlights. "Yo, you hollered?" First, who says hollered anymore? I had a look of disappointment of his choice of word play. "Are we positive its a sound booth issue, not an amp, or wires?" I could see the Berry's working frantically in my vantage point. "As of right now I'm not getting any sound into my ear piece. My amp is still humming perfectly." I could hear his smooth snobbish reply as a clicked my tongue. "Try pluggng your earpiece into another port on your tune box or making sure it didn't just twist out, please. Your amp and wires are connected via stage. Your earpeice is the little box we clip to your sexy ass to hear that velvety sweetness of a voice make our panties wet." Yep I went for the 'sweet nothings in his ear",bit. I could see him twist about to reach his box strapped to his belt, then pop! "Now give johnny his back and talk dirty to me." "I have to say your being quite unprofessional talking like this." I was shocked. "You had no issue with my mouth just hours ago. I have to say this would be the first complaint on my record and I don't appreciate it Mr. Baker. " I leaned against the soundbar as close I could get to being in his face even if I knew he couldn't see me. They had a few songs left, maybe one or two, possibly an encore. I had to bail and get my rightful spot with the other fans before I was in deep shit. I radioed I had to use the ladies room and that would be my chance. As I walked down hallways i found my door and pushed my way forward. I was a couple rows back from the pit to the left, right where zacky would be. They were hundled in a circle on stage as everyone screamed for more. "So we got a chance to meet a few of you today and it was an interesting experience. Let me tell you." Matt spoke into his mic. "And we'd like to invite them all back up on stage if we could." Johnny continued. He never speaks on stage its odd. I stood there as I saw and heard screams and the red head picked up over the rail. I stood there. Even as every one of them made it. I'm not really shy but big crowds can be terrorizing. "Now, wait a minute. Where's the bad mouth black haired punk girl?" Brian voiced over. Next thing I know lights are on. I was trying to look around with everyone else when, ..."ah, there she is!" I snapped my head to Matt. My eyes big. I finger waved. I went to turn around when I was lifted to a crowd surfing position and was now standing on a rail with an out stretched Matthew hand to me. I side smirked as Aladdin flashed in my mind. I evilly looked in Brian's direction at his remark and mouthed, 'you'll pay for that.' Pointing in his direction. As I was placed near the other fortunate fans, I let my adjusted eyes move to his direction. I shouldn't have. His stance with his arms around his guitar, hair falling in the right way in front of his eyes that were in my direction, then the smirk that made my mind race. "We've decided to let you all pick an instrument and play the next song with us. Even if you're not really playing. You can sing, dance, whatever." Brian informed our confused faces. I was the last to move since they all joined their Dreamboats. I of course skipped over to zacky, "I guess I get you." As I reached for his guitar his fingers moved over mine. "Are you left handed?" I shook my head, "'but I'm willing to try anything with you.' With a wink. We voted for 'SCREAM'. Matt counted off and I lost it as I screamed Val's intro. The rest started after, all with astonished faces. By the chorus I was dancing and singing, playing air guitar, apparently one does lose themselves in music. After the show we were escorted outside. I starred at the tour bus. Did they really live nastily or was it tidy? Did Johnny have a top or bottom bunk? What were their poisons of food? 'I wonder.' I thought I voiced to myself. " Want a peek?" Johnny asked mischievously. I nodded as we ninja our way to the door. Huh, it opens like a school bus. I laughed to myself. It wasn't too mess but men defiantly lived here. Oh and someone likes cheeze its. I nonchalantly grabbed the box and a handful as he motioned to the bath, the beds, the lounge? He tried to climb up a bed, he chose a top bunk? Maybe its an unfair joke. I turned and looked to the bunks and tried guessing the owners. I attempted a climb when Johnny's laugh made me lose my grip. Sticking my tongue out I chose a random bed. Tested the comfiness. No wonder they miss home. 'Coincidence you chose Zack's bed." As johnny headed to the front I was about to follow suit, I saw a thing of post its. "Thanks guys, its been real, gotta get going to that hotel room." I slowly moved backwards 'but you guys enjoy those beds.' I snickered towards them. Brief goodbyes and I was reminiscing of the nights events as I entered my room. Showered, relaxed in black boxer briefs and a black tank top, I sat on my bed texting Jonathan my boyfriend of almost four years about the events. It was a pretty one sided Conversation. As I lit a cigarette my phone started ringing. It wasn't a number I knew. "Hello?" I nicely questioned. "Your name is Anya?" He curiously questioned into the phone. "Yes, and you are?" Getting a bit annoyed. Just then a knock at my door. I huffed as I moved out the bed. "I thought my velvety voice made your panties wet?" He snickered into the phone. I about dropped my phone. I didn't think he'd actually call when I left a post it with my number and a kiss on his bunk ceiling. "Well I'm not gonna tell you that's something you have to witness. Now Zack, what brings you calling me?" I placed my hand over the receiver as I answered the door. "You up for some elevator tag?" Red head asked. I smiled. Holding my finger up. "Well we ran into some bus trouble, and you said you were heading to a hotel. Is it close by?" I could hear the scratching of his head. Adorable. "A few miles, maybe ten minutes. Why sugar?" Biting my spiderbites. "Yeah, give me thirty minutes." She squealed as she ran I'm assuming to the others I met today. "Would you be willing to help us five out and take us back with you?" This was awkward. Why wouldn't they get a cab to a fancy hotel? I must have said it outside of my mind. "Because its midnight and we can't get a hold of one that won't be here sooner than an hour. And we want a shower, and food, and ..." "OK, OK. Zack, I'll be there in ten. Just know you're all stuck playing elevator tag after shower and food for me coming to get you." I could hear 'what the fuck is elevator tag' in the background. I laughed. "I'll explain on the way back. Be prepared. Leaving now." And with that I hung up. I probably should've changed.

Notes

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