"You guys have a really busy day today. We've got to get started now so I hope your ready. First we all need to head over to the stage for the soundcheck and we don't have time do all the songs, we'll do that right before the tour starts. Then you need to head over the radio station. It's KIIS, say it like KISS thought because blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
Thats just about all that I could hear. Back on the road. I breathed in heavily and let out a silent sigh.
The person talking? That's just our new "manager"(as me and my brothers call him, but you have to do the hand quotes with it). It's just for the technical stuff that has to do with the actual tour but I don't think he was actually listening when we said that. I've forgotten his name already so I guess that doesn't matter.
We (me, my brothers and my dad) were walking down a curtained hallway to the arena. If we hadn't been following this guy I think we would have been very lost. Someone makes these things mazes on purpose, I know it.
"....and tomarow the opening acts will get here and sound check before you guys. Do you think you can handle all that?" Our "manager" turned around and looked at all of us. I looked over at my brothers, who were both nodding, so not wanting to look like I wasn't paying attention, I nodded also.
He turned around and started walking quickly but I trailed behind grabbing Isaac's arm so he would slow down also. Our dad was walking with the "manager" and started talking about some lighting fixture or something.
"What is up with this guy? Does he ever shut up?" I asked in a low voice, so no one else could hear.
"Ya know, I was thinkin the same thing. He probably wants to feel important because he hasn't gotten laid in a while, if ever. My god, what was he thinking." Isaac said back to me, gesturing at the loud sports coat.
We both laughed at the fact that he could pass as a car salesman, and ran to catch up with everyone who had gotten out of ear shot.
We were nearly at a run, and almost there, when I accidentaly tripped over...probably nothing, and flew into Zac, who fell into our dad (it was a domino effect). In the end me and Zac fell on the ground and dad stumbled forward.
"Oww, oww, oww. My wrist, oww." Zac said clutching tightly at his wrist. "Holy shit man, I'm so sorry." I said.
"Zac are you alright? Taylor, don't cuss. Your mother doesn't like it." Dad said giving me a disapproving glance. I stood up straightening my shirt. Well, that was unexpected.
"I'll live." Zac said answering my dad's question. I leaned over and helped him up. "You know Tay, it's a really good thing your a singer and not a gymnast."
"Tell me about it." I said. Isaac was in the back laughing hysterically.
"Alright, if you guys are finished." the "manager" said to us looking annoyed. Zac threw his hands up. "It wasn't my fault." he said.
"Anyways, blah, blah, blah, blah." the "manager" continued and raced off again in the same direction we had originally been taking.
I groaned loudly, throwing my head back and wishing I was home. 'The tour hasn't even started.' I reminded myself and followed everyone.
The "manager" and dad walked in the front, dad still asking questions and the "manager"...well, doing whatever it was that he does. Zac and Isaac followed them, probably doing an immatation of them. I was behind, thinking about how long this tour was gonna be.
