It was three hours behind in California, meaning after a 4 and a half hour flight start starred at 7 eastern time, it was only 8 in California. I wasn't looking forward to being hungry for lunch at nine in the morning. No matter how much you tour, the jet lag never gets any better, hence why all Tyler and j eat is cereal at random times in the day.
This year our tour bus was a lot bigger than the last one. There was more beds and a bigger seating area. It made sense since we had extra passengers with us. Kyndall looked a little shocked, probably because she didn't know what to expect. As we walked up into the bus, she looked around in awe at all of the space.
"I call the top bed!" Tyler yelled, slinging himself into the bed in the wall. I loved the tour bus beds. There was something so nice about sleeping in your own little slot, it was comforting. Kyndall chose the bed above mine, where I slept closest to the floor. We put our suit cases out of the way.
||KYNDALL POV||
The first venue was in LA, a pretty large arena that had sold out. They didn't has to preform for two days, but until then they would have to sound check and rehearse for the show. The bus parked in a spot behind the large arena, and we were greeted by a bunch of people on the crew. The first thing everyone did was start unloading trucks that carried the tour equipment and the instruments from the truck. Tyler's tour drum set was amazing, better than the nice sets he had at home. This one was black and all of the drums had a black pattern on it exclusive to the band. I saw him smile a little when they unloaded the parts out of the bus.
Tyler wouldn't let anyone touch his instruments. Everything he plays had to be carried by him, except for the piano, which he needed help with obviously. Jenna and I stood an watched as everyone started unloading at an amazing speed. Excitement was brewing around us.
I had never seen an empty arena before. It was strange, arenas weren't supposed to be empty. The pattern of the symmetrical chairs looked weird. I wondered what it would look like when it was filled up.
When I got to stand on the stage, it was even weirder. The room felt endless in front of me. The feeling of being somewhere so big was almost overwhelming, so I did the obvious thing and just sat down with my legs dangling off the edge of the stage and just looked around. I held my camera in my lap and flicked the aperture wheel, listening to the echo of its clicking. It was I turreted occasionally by the crew talking or hauling things around.
"What are you thinking about?" Josh plopped down next to me on the end of the stage and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I don't know, right now I'm feeling a lot of things."
"Me too." He looked up and around and smiled, rubbing his hands on his jeans.
"I'm also thinking about how much warmer California is right now. My jeans are killing me," I flipped my camera on.
"Me too! It's so nice though, even though it's still ski season in- hey!"
I snuck an off guard shot of Josh as he was talking and looking around. He looked so happy in the picture, mid-sentence and smiling at the ceiling.
"You look so cute," I said, turning the screen to him. He smiled and shook his head.
"You just love taking pictures of me, don't you."
"Oh, don't flatter yourself." I joked. He laughed, then picked himself up from sitting.
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The bus that night was extremely cold. I was sleeping in one of Josh's shirts and some shorts that were in the only bag I had. I curled up in the blanket and tried my hardest to get warm. Nothing seemed to work.
"Josh?" I whispered.
"You're cold too aren't you?" He whispered back.
"Yeah."
"Come on down, I'm freezing," I heard the curtains of his bed move, and I slid out of my bed and wiggled into his. This bed was a lot smaller than his bed at the apartment, meaning there wasn't a bit of us that wasn't touching. I ended up lying next to him on my side, sort of like a back pack to his back.
"Your feet are so cold," he said with a little laugh. I snuggled up close to him and smiled when I smelled the familiar smell of his laundry detergent.
"Goodnight," I whispered.
"Goodnight." Josh whispered back.
"Goodnight!" Tyler exclaimed from the top bed. We all started laughing quietly, fading into sleep.
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SNAPSHOT: part 19
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