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14 Days

05

The gig went amazingly smooth, yet again. Evie’s obsessive nature took over the minute she had her hands on the guitars that morning, restringing, retuning and cleaning up each and every guitar in the Avenged collection. She enjoyed being able to test out the tones on the custom Schecters, doing her best when it came to Zacky’s left handed models, but enjoying her guitar-nerd side nonetheless. She was impressed with set up on each of the guys signature models and only wished she had the opportunity to play them through the venue’s sound system, not the tiny practice amp she had in the guitar road case.

Evie helped the techs pack up the stage once more, taking the position of ‘lead roller’ once more to pitch in. It was one of the more time consuming jobs as there were so many damned leads, but one she could do without upsetting the flow of the others. Again, she observed as they all worked seamlessly, no one needing to be told what to do, and no one getting in the way of someone else. It really was a thing of beauty to watch, almost like watching a dance on mute.

“Thank god we have a day off tomorrow,” JB exclaimed as he carefully put Jimmy’s snare in it’s road case. “I need a break from packing away this fucker.”

“You mean your main job,” Matt replied, calling out to his brother from the front of the stage. He was currently helping Bruce with the monitors while he was waiting for JB to clear the drum kit.
“More like the one job you don’t know how to do,” JB retorted.

“More like the only job you can do.”

“More like the only job you weren’t asked to do.”
“More like the only job you were trusted with.”

“More like… fuck you,” JB finished lamely, unable to come up with another witty reply to Matt. Everyone listening in on the exchange started laughing at the lame end to their debate which made JB give the stage a one fingered salute.

“Naw, who made little Jasey-wasey mad?” Dan asked as he climbed on to the stage to see the tail end of the brother’s argument. He didn’t usually help out when the crew packed up as he was normally with the band in case someone wanted to return to the bus. Fans knew that their best chance to meet the guys was to find the busses and hang around after shows.
“Dude,” JB all but whined, not appreciating Dan’s new nickname for him. The reply made Dan cackle.

“I bring a peace offering,” he told the crew, holding up a chilled 6 pack in one hand, an already opened can in the other. “Compliments of the guys.”

“Fuck yes!” JB shouted out, immediately coming from behind the kit to the center of the stage towards Dan. He took the beer from Dan’s outstretched hands and started pulling the cans from the plastic holder.

He threw a can towards Bruce, who deftly caught it and popped it open. He aimed another at Evie, the beer easily reaching her position. She barely managed to catch it, having to drop the lead in her hands to her feet in order to catch the projectile can thrown at her.

“Oops!” JB said, shrugging as he continued distributing the beer to the crew. He grinned when he gave out the last one, realising that he hadn’t saved one for his brother. With a muttered ‘serves him right’, he returned to the drum kit, continuing to place the toms in their own cases and ready to be packed on the trailer.

“Thanks,” Evie said to Dan, smiling and nodding her head. He gave her a thumbs up before returning backstage once again.

Evie popped the can open, eagerly taking a sip. The bitter liquid hit her tongue and she had to repress a moan at the flavour. She welcomed it, swallowing a few times before setting the can down at her feet and picking up the lead once more.

“Where the fuck is mine?” Matt asked as he returned from outside, noticing everybody holding a beer. “Jesus, you go outside for one second.”

“Sucked in, fuck you,” JB taunted, making a grand show of taking a long drink from his can to rub in Matt’s face.

“You are such an asshole,” Matt replied, shaking his head as he made his way over to the last monitor and grabbing it.

“Do you want mine?” Evie asked him as he passed her. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that JB had obviously made sure not to keep one for Matt, even though he had to be the hardest worker in the crew.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I will grab one from the guy’s dressing room as I go past,” he answered, surprised at the kindness. He thought again, realising that Evie was not just ‘one of the guys’, but someone that actually had a heart. He pushed his train of thought aside and picked up the last of the stage monitors, distracting himself with his work.

“That is an even better idea,” she replied, finally finishing off rolling the longest lead on the stage. As a treat for finishing, she took another long gulp of beer before setting it down once more.

The crew finished packing down the stage, a little slower than the night before thanks to the regular reappearance of Dan with a seemingly endless supply of beers. It was a welcome addition to the evening ritual, a little sign that the crew were actually appreciated and never taken for granted. It was only the second night of her stint with Avenged Sevenfold, and she was already thoroughly impressed with the family bond between the touring members.

The crew loaded the last few boxes in the trailer, closing it’s double doors and JB making sure to lock it up. He tested the handles twice each before being confident that they were actually closed and would be safe for the next 24+ hours while they were travelling.

While the rest of the crew climbed in the band’s bus, Evie made her way onto the roadie’s bus, eager to get changed out of her sweaty work ‘uniform’ and into something clean. All the lifting and moving of boxes and gear at the end of the night made for a hot, sweaty, messy Evie, and the last thing she wanted was to subject anyone else to her body odour. She rummaged through her clothes to find a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She changed into those, making sure to liberally coat her underarms in deodorant to mask any lingering scent, and threw on an unzipped hoody over the top. Making sure to change over the items that were in her jeans into her new pants, she happily made her way to the door before realising she forgot footwear. Debating to herself, the slid on a pair of flip flops and made her way back outside.

It was quiet outside of the busses, the parking lot all but cleared from any stray fans that tried their luck at meeting the guys after the show. Evie looked up at the cloudless sky, taking a moment to center herself and take in the beauty of the scenery. She had always preferred the night to the day, never frightened of monsters hiding under the bed, or bad dreams, but instead finding friends and shapes in the patterns of the stars. To this day she still enjoyed finding the familiar constellations, finding safety in their never changing shapes.

Taking the opportunity, she lit up a cigarette and sat on the concrete beneath her. It didn’t matter to her that she was sitting alone in a parking lot, halfway between one bus and the other, looking into the sky like a nutcase. She inhaled, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before repelling it through the air in rings that perfectly framed the Orion constellation; her personal favourite.

Her break was shortly interrupted by someone coming out of the bus, their voice shattering the quiet lot around them within an instant. Evie lowered her gaze from the stars to see Brian close the door behind him, his own cigarette already between his lips and yet to be lit.

“For fuck’s sake!” He exclaimed, all but throwing himself against the cool metal of the bus and running his hand through his hair. “I am not having this conversation again!”Evie observed as he took the unlit cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers as he continued to speak into the phone currently attached to his right ear. She watched as he started to fidget, flipping the cigarette between his nimble fingers as if it were second nature. God damn guitarists and their dexterity! Her attention returned to his words as he let out a drawn out ‘FUCK!’ into the night, hanging up the call with a very deliberate smash of the button, and the sound of his head heavily hitting the bus behind him. In reponse, a thud answering his action was heard, coming from the inside of the bus. Even from her position, Evie could hear the laughs from the guys already partying within.

“Are you ok?” Evie asked, not being able to help herself. Though she wasn’t sure if she meant mentally or physically, the words still escaped without her permission, alerting Brian of her presence.

“God, you fucking scared me,” he told her, his hand now over his chest as he tried to regain his breathing to a normal level. First he was enraged by the phone call, now scared half to death of people suddenly appearing from nowhere. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Sitting on the ground, smoking,” she replied, noting that he did not answer her question asking if he was ok.

“Can I borrow a light?” He asked her. Having beene distracted with his call, he had left his lighter in his jacket pocket that he had conveniently left on the bus.

“Here,” she replied, taking her lime green mini bic from it’s home in her packet of cigarettes. She lifted her arm up at Brian, making no attempt to rise from the ground to walk over to his location.

“Ta,” he said, walking the distance between them and accepting the lighter. After a second the flame took to the end of his cigarette, making the cherry glow brightly. He greedily inhaled the smoke, using it to help calm himself down.

Evie opened her hand and Brian put the lighter back in, surprising her by finding a seat on the concrete beside her. She put her lighter away, nestling it once more in her packet before returning the lot to the pocket of her hoody.
They were silent, each letting their thoughts take them as they smoked. Evie couldn’t help but take a glance at the man beside her, observing the way the light from the venue behind her softly lit his face, making his cheekbones more pronounced than they usually were. The light did not forgive a lot, making the dark circles under his eyes and the slightly greasy sheen to his hair more pronounced, but god did it highlight his attractiveness nonetheless.

“Are you ok?” She asked again, this time knowing that she was referring to his mental state.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, startled by her words cutting through their silence.

“Well, that seemed like a less than fun conversation,” she noted, a small reassuring smile gracing her face before she continued, “so if you ever want to talk, or vent, I will be around.”

With that, she rose to her feet and took the last puff from her cigarette. She held the still burning butt between her fingers, not dropping it just yet in case it bounced back and hit Brian, and she took out her packet once more. She threw the packet down, making it land in Brian’s lap.

“You look like you could use another,” she told him before turning around and making her way to the bus. Just before she opened the door, she took the chance to grind out the last of the embers from her cigarette on the pavement, and took the butt inside with her to dispose of.

Brian watched her go with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. He had only met her yesterday, and she already intrigued him more than he would like to admit. He was not used to this kind of attention from a woman, this foreign feeling of kindness, he was much more used to women throwing themselves at him, trying to get any attention they could from Synyster Gates.

He took out a cigarette from her packet that was now homed in his lap, taking the opportunity to get in another before the busses took of towards their hotel waiting in Oklahoma. He smirked as he read the branding of the box before putting it in his pocket to return to Evie.

Notes

So I was writing this, and you have no idea how long I debated if I should describe her footwear as ‘flip flops’ or thongs (as they are rightly known in Australia). I went with flip flops as I assume everyone knows what they are, and it would confuse a lot less people :P But I just wanted you to know how much it hurt to write that, rather than ‘thongs’ :P

Also, this is a chapter I had to split in half, so the next half is coming up :)

Comment and let me know if you are liking this so far? I am not sure about the pacing. I might have to start quickening it up...
xoxo
Sas

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RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
10/29/19

@kiss my sas
Still here! Had to get a new login. I can’t use my overneaththepathofmisery login *cries* all my favourites and follows, gone! I’ve got to get on the new site, and check it out there too...

Misery Misery
9/22/19

@Misery
Thanks :) Her name is Harley, and she has baby cheeks for days which KILLS me!

I didn't know if people were still on here, but I have another update to this. I will upload soon :)

kiss my sas kiss my sas
9/5/19

A niece! Yay! What’s her name?

I was so so excited to stumble upon this update! Especially with all the fuckery of the digression of the site!

Misery Misery
9/5/19

Finally got caught up! Can’t wait to see what Evie choices!

Nicole Nicole
8/31/19