Bulls In the Bronx | PTV [ROUGH EDITING]

Hell Above *

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             Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce        

                                            Hell Above:

It was about eleven at night, and mostly everyone had left, but when it came to bandmates, they were either back in their bus, or were outside having a drink. Kellin had said his goodbyes and we hugged again, before he went back into his Tour Bus with his bandmates. But somehow I felt so.. welcome. As If I knew this guys for so long, that I felt like I just reunited with them. It's not the feeling of them being so famous and me being big fan of theirs—I felt like we were different than that. These guys were very welcoming—I can't explain it. But I just felt like I was back home, with these people. Maybe I'm being too corny...

I sat down and drank the last sip of the Fiji water Vic had gave me.

Vic then sat down next to me, and smiled at me. I smiled back and looked down at the water bottle, "I never thanked you for the water..." I said looking at him, unsure. I so have a bad memory some times, it can be a pain in the ass. He chuckled, and shrugged. "Thanks." I grinned. He nodded, "Welcome, Bella."

Suddenly Jaime had came out the bathroom and sat down next to me. Somehow I felt a little... tiny. But hey I'm not so short! Maybe I am slightly short... Nah. I maybe be Vic's height. I guess? But somehow these guys made me feel tiny, that it made blush appear through my cheeks. Probably I was just shy that I wanted to run in the corner and hide. But maybe that's just me being a coward. But then there was an awkward silence. 

Out of nowhere, I giggled and caught the guys attention. Damn spotlight, AGAIN. I quickly shut up and looked down, completely embarrassed. God dammit, curse these hormones.

"So.. tell us more about yourself... Not being creeps." Tony chuckled, breaking off the silence. Yes, he can make conversation without being awkward!

I look up and look into his eyes, "Oh," I raised an eyebrow and clear my throat. Alright just try and not say something retarded. I just rather faint all over again, than say something embarrassing.

"What do you guys wanna know?" I ask, glancing at all of them.

Mike hummed, thinking of what to ask, "You have a career?"

I smiled at Mike and chuckled. I actually liked talking about the career I had, it was something I enjoyed actually. Actually, I had two jobs that I enjoyed doing.

I took a deep breath, "Well, I'm a Photographer, and a tattoo Artist." I say and smiled. 

"Ooo," Mike said and Tony grinned.

"That's awesome, mostly guys do the tattoos, not so many gals." Jaime said. 

I shrugged, "I believe so, but since I'm good at drawing, I actually took my time to learn how to do tattoos since I was seventeen." 

"Wow, that's pretty cool." Vic said with a grin.

 I smile, "Yeah, I work at my friend's tattoo shop, in LA. But she gave me a break and I came here down to Ohio where my parents are living at. And the Photography I actually do it myself—And I own a Photo Shop down in LA." I say and look at the guys. 

"That's awesome," Mike said.

"Yeah, well I used to be in a band, but I quit since I didn't get along with the lead singer." I said and shrugged.

"You didn't get along with him..?" Vic asked.

I chuckled, "I didn't get along with her, so I went on my own... A year later I found out the band had departed and went their own ways..."

Mike bit his lip with an "ouch" expression on his face, "That's... bad."

I nodded, "Yeah.." and sighed. Well, the past is the past. And besides, I didn't like her in the first place. Okay, that's my anger talkin' right there. I should just stop.

"What was your position in the band?" Tony asked, breaking me out of my trance.

"Um, I usually worked on keyboards, but mostly guitar." I say.

"Ooo, that's awesome!" Tony said and grinned.

"Yerp, it was. I mean, I do still play on the acoustic, since that's what I started on in the first place." I replied, chuckling a bit. 

Jaime clapped his hands, "Show us!"

My eyes widened, "What...?" Dear god I should've not said anything. Curse my white-self. Okay that was racist. Moving on...

Vic laughed noticing my facial expression, "Too scared?"

My head snapped at him, "No! I just.. I don't know.. I um..."

"Ooo, someone's a chicken..." Jaime cooed, teasingly. Curse you Jaime. Curse you.

Then the guys did chicken noises and movements.

Dear god.

I sighed, "Fine! But if I end up breaking the guitar, it's not my fault." I breath out, placing both hands on my thighs, nervously.

"Sassy one," Mike chuckled, and I just looked away laughing.

"Someone hand her a guitar!" Jaime shouted, glancing at his bandmates.

We all looked at him. I chuckled and suddenly, I felt so comfortable teasing him, "Go get it lazy pants." 

He looked at me, "I'm not lazy! I just.. feel...tired...and—"

"Lazy pants," I said and cheered on, "Lazy pants, lazy pants, lazy pants!" I couldn't help but giggle, noticing my childishness. 

Jaime gaped at me, "I'm not lazy! Right guys..?" He looked at them, and they all turned around or looked somewhere else.

 "Ha!" I pointed at him, "Lazy Pants."

Jaime sighed, "I'll prove it then," He stood up and ran into the room down the hall. A few seconds later he came back in with a black acoustic guitar. Oi! It look beautiful! I couldn't help but gape at it, it looked so wonderful. 

He handed it to me with a smirk, but I just laughed and held it. I was indeed a righty. I could not possibly work a guitar with my left hand, it felt impossible. As I wrapped my arm around the guitar's neck, I placed some fingers on the first fret, on the strings; Making an 'A' chord. I looked at the guys, and Jaime had handed me a blue guitar-pic which I held with my thumb and index finger with my right hand. 

"So, what song shall I play?" I ask them, and each of them looked at each other and back at me.

"Hmm.. Show us the song you first played on the guitar." Vic replied, and I nodded.

Well, this is it. I took a deep breath in and looked down at the frets before me, and down at the strings I had touched with the guitar pic. Well, here I go.... Please don't fuck it up Bella, please.

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"I wrote this song for all our fans who feel like they don't have a home or a place that they fit in. It was inspired by the letters, messages and conversations that we've had with them over the last couple of years. In the choruses I say "this is a wasteland, my only retreat." I am referring to the shows that we play as a temporary home for those who need it. It may not be much, but at least it's a place where we can forget about our problems for a little while."

-Vic Fuentes on Hell Above