**Two Weeks Later**
"Are we ready?" I ask my band mates. They nod. "Yupo!" Phoebe says. I nod. "Okay." I whisper. I turn to my parents,standing next to everyone else's parents. I hug them. "Go be happy." Mum whispers. "You got this." Dad says. I pull away and nod quickly,wiping the tears from under my glasses. It's like,10:00 at night. I look down the row to Ashton. I go over to him,and smile at his mum,sister,and brother. Lauren hugs me,then Harry joins. And eventually,Ash's mum joins in too. Michael is hugging Mum and Dad. Cal is hugging his mum,dad,and sister. Luke's hugging his brothers and parents. Phoebe hugs her sister and dad. Sydney hugs her parents and brother. And Sophie,oh Sophie,is hugging her grandfather and little brother. Our gate gets called. We wave to our families,and run off to our plane. We had a bunch of great Australia shows,then a tiny break,and now it's off to Europe. We find our seats,and I sit next to Ashton and the window. Ashton squeezes my hand and I lay my head on his shoulder. "We got this,Em." He whispers. I lift my head up and look at him,smiling. He kisses my forehead. "I love you." I tell him. "I love you too."
We stand backstage. I pace the room,fiddling with the drumsticks in my hand. I look at the hair tie wrapped around my wrist,next to a bunch of bracelets covering my scars. I take off the hair tie and pull my hair into a high ponytail. I grab a cold water bottle and open it,taking a drink. I pick up my drumsticks in my free hand,and stand next to my band mates. "We're gonna rock!" Sydney says,jumping up and down on her toes. "Two minutes,girls." A man tells us. We get in a line. Sophie,Phoebe,Sydney,then me. Shortest to tallest,and plus,it's how we're set up. It's like they guys. Sophie is Luke,kinda,she's really short,and she dyes her hair,like Mikey,but she's a guitarist and lead singer. Phoebe is bass and vocals,so Cal. Sydney is Michael. And I'm my lovely boyfriend. Ashton. I look down at Ashton's drumsticks as the man calls out one minute. I smile. Sydney turns around,smiling at me,still jumping up and down. "Our first European Show!" She says. 30 seconds. I take a deep breath and grip my water bottle. Someone pats my shoulder. "You're gonna do okay." Michael assures me. I nod. "I know." I reply,although it's the opposite. "10........" Michael leaves. "9.........." Sydney's sneakers squeak,which makes her cringe. "8.........." I take another deep breath. "7.........." Sophie looks back at all of us,smiling. "6..........." "Damn,am I the only nervous one?" I ask. "5......." Phoebe shakes her head at me. "4.........." I smile and they all turn back around. "3............" "We got this,girlies." Sophie reassures us. "2..........." I nod. "Yeah." I reply. "1!" The man calls out and we run out. Millions of screams. "Are you ready?!?" Sydney yells into her mic. I sit down,smiling. This is gonna be great.