The Tour That Would Change My Life, chapter 1
I guess you can say I had a good childhood. I had friends that I love to death, I lived in a nice house, with a mom that loved me, and a dad that disapproved of the way I dressed and the way I acted, but he loved me nonetheless. I guess the real problem was when I hit high school.
My friends were the so-called "goths" and "punks." I fit right in with them. My dad disapproved more and more of me. I did great in school, but I would get in fights with my parents, screaming and cussing until I was told to go to my room and think about what I had said. I don't know why they tried that; I just climbed out my window and went to a friend's house for the night.
When I turned 17, my friends and I all went and got our noses pierced. My parents threw a fit.
*Flashback*
I walked through the door with my newly peirced nose. As I was headed up to my room, my parents stopped me.
"Take the nose ring out right now."
"NO!" I yelled and then the screaming fight started. I ended up going to my room and climbing out of my window to go to Elizabeth's house. When I headed home the next day, another screaming fight broke out again.
"Why can't my parents just accept me for who I am," I thought to myself as I sat in my room and cried. I can't wait until I get out of here.*End of flashback* It wasn't until 4 days before my 18th birthday that I finally decided to leave.
I guess before I get to ahead in my story I should tell you a little about my friends and myself. My name is Catie. I am about 5"5 with brown and purple shoulder length hair. I have green eyes, and 7 piercings. I have my ears pierced three times, and one stud in my upper ear.
I have a small diamond stud in my nose. I also have my tongue pierced and my belly button. I have one tattoo of multi-colored stars on my hip. I am also the guitarist for a punk/screamo band called the Silent Screamers.
My best friends in the world are my band mates or my "partners in crime" as I liked to call them. The lead singer and backup guitarist is Jessica, with dyed black hair and red streaks. We met in the 8th grade.
The bass guitarist is Elizabeth,aka Lizz, whom I have known the longest. We have been best friends since age 9. And then there is Morgan, the drummer, who I have known since the 7th grade, that brings all the energy to the band. Whether it is her doing something stupid, or injuring one of us (don't ask) she always has us laughing.
When I decided to leave home, I had the intentions to go to Elizabeth's apartment and stay with her. Yeah, she got sick of being home and bought her apartment at age 17. Her birthday was in two days and mine was in four. We were the youngest in the group. We had planned to start touring as soon as I turned 18. We were driving my old van, and would just play small clubs around the area. I got to Elizabeth's to find out that she was out with her boyfriend, Matt, who she had been dating for 6 months now.
I decided to head over to Jessica's. She was busy packing for the tour. My parents knew that I was planning to tour with the band, but what I didn't tell hem was that I had no intentions of EVER coming back home. I was going to move to California, with Lizz, Jessica,and Morgan. My brother,Chris, lives in Oakland too, and I decided to move by him. He was one of my biggest fans, and also one of my best friends. It was him who got me into punk.
He was 23, and he was always their for me. He took me to my first concert, and he accidently left me, but I had so much fun. After that their were tons more concerts that he took me to.
Jessica welcomed me in, and we started to plan for Elizabeth's birthday party we were throwing for her. We had our closest friends on the list. Morgan wanted to jump out of her birthday cake, but that was quickly turned down.
We planned to get Matt to take her out to dinner, so that we could set up for her party, and then when he brought her back, we would all jump out and scream surprise. We then left to go buy everything for the party. On the night of the party, we went over the check list one more time.
Then the doorbell rang. Matt had come over to give us his set of keys so that we could get into Elizabeth's house. He picked up Elizabeth and we ran over to start decorating. Everyone arrived and we had all of the music set up. Our friend Kiffen was in charge of that. Matt called and said that he and Elizabeth were on their way home. She had gone to the car while he paid and called us.
We saw car lights through the window and everyone got into position.
"Alright," I whispered "On the count of 3." 1..the door handle turned, and then Morgan jumps out and screams "SUPRISE!" Well, that didn't go as planned.
"Hi Morgan," said Elizabeth, as we all came out of our hiding spots.
I glared at Morgan. "I said on the count of 3, not 1."
"Oh, well I counted to 3 in my head." I couldn't help but laugh at that. Then the music turned on and the drinking and partying started.
I really was going to miss everyone while I was on tour. Kiffen was invited to come with us, but sadly couldn't seeing as she was in college.
Lizz, Jessica, and I had graduated high school and had no plan to go to college until we were absolutely sure that the band would never work out.
"Hey," shouted Lizz. "Let's have a shot competition Catie." I agreed and soon we were both far from sober. "I won" I shouted, as Matt came and helped me and Lizz up. We were both incapable of standing. Morgan came over and was completely sober.
"Wow...I'm not the first person drunk tonight," she said. It was very unusual for Morgan to be sober 5 minutes after a party starts. She is normally the most wasted person out of all of us.
"I'll help you take them upstairs," Morgan told Matt as Elizabeth passed out in his arms. I was just about that way.
"Thanks," Matt said as he carried Elizabeth up to her room. After about 20 minutes of arguing with a very drunk me, Morgan finally got me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover. Jessica came into the room a minute later carrying two asprin and a glass of water.
"My head..." I groaned.
"Yeah, that's what Elizabeth said too when she woke up," Jessica told me.
"Where is she?" I asked
"In the bathroom puking."
"I think I might join her," I replied as I ran into the bathroom.
An hour later I was in the kitchen. Lizz had just come downstairs and had passed out on the couch again. Morgan was sitting beside her on the couch with a sharpie, getting ready to color on her face.
"Wow, don't you remember what happened the last time that you did that?" I asked Morgan
"Yeah..I can take her this time though," Morgan said, trying her hardest not to laugh.
*Flashback*
We were all spending the night at Elizabeth's house. It was 6 am and Lizz had just fallen asleep. Me and Jessica were busy putting a new coat of black nailpolish on our fingers. All of a sudden, Morgan pulled out a package of colored sharpie markers and began to write on Lizz's face. We all laughed and went to sleep. It was noon when Jessica and I woke up. Morgan woke up at about 12:30, and Lizz woke up at aroud 1:05. When she sat up, we all burst out laughing.
"What?" Lizz asked.
"Nothing," we all mumbled in unison.
Elizabeth got up and said she was going to the bathroom, that she would be right back. 5 seconds later we all heard, "MORGAN! I am going to kill you, you bitch!"
Lizz came out of the bathroom looking really pissed off.
"I will give you 3 seconds to run," said Lizz
Morgan bolted out of the room, followed by Elizabeth. Let's just say it didn't end up to well for Morgan. Elizabeth had duct taped Morgan to a chair, and had tape over her mouth. We laughed at that for weeks. Morgan claims to be emotionally scarred for life over that.
*End of Flashback*
Me and Jessica got out of Elizabeth's house before she woke up. We left Morgan there, and locked her out of our car. She was stuck at the house with Lizz, unless she decided to walk home.
My friends were the so-called "goths" and "punks." I fit right in with them. My dad disapproved more and more of me. I did great in school, but I would get in fights with my parents, screaming and cussing until I was told to go to my room and think about what I had said. I don't know why they tried that; I just climbed out my window and went to a friend's house for the night.
When I turned 17, my friends and I all went and got our noses pierced. My parents threw a fit.
*Flashback*
I walked through the door with my newly peirced nose. As I was headed up to my room, my parents stopped me.
"Take the nose ring out right now."
"NO!" I yelled and then the screaming fight started. I ended up going to my room and climbing out of my window to go to Elizabeth's house. When I headed home the next day, another screaming fight broke out again.
"Why can't my parents just accept me for who I am," I thought to myself as I sat in my room and cried. I can't wait until I get out of here.*End of flashback* It wasn't until 4 days before my 18th birthday that I finally decided to leave.
I guess before I get to ahead in my story I should tell you a little about my friends and myself. My name is Catie. I am about 5"5 with brown and purple shoulder length hair. I have green eyes, and 7 piercings. I have my ears pierced three times, and one stud in my upper ear.
I have a small diamond stud in my nose. I also have my tongue pierced and my belly button. I have one tattoo of multi-colored stars on my hip. I am also the guitarist for a punk/screamo band called the Silent Screamers.
My best friends in the world are my band mates or my "partners in crime" as I liked to call them. The lead singer and backup guitarist is Jessica, with dyed black hair and red streaks. We met in the 8th grade.
The bass guitarist is Elizabeth,aka Lizz, whom I have known the longest. We have been best friends since age 9. And then there is Morgan, the drummer, who I have known since the 7th grade, that brings all the energy to the band. Whether it is her doing something stupid, or injuring one of us (don't ask) she always has us laughing.
When I decided to leave home, I had the intentions to go to Elizabeth's apartment and stay with her. Yeah, she got sick of being home and bought her apartment at age 17. Her birthday was in two days and mine was in four. We were the youngest in the group. We had planned to start touring as soon as I turned 18. We were driving my old van, and would just play small clubs around the area. I got to Elizabeth's to find out that she was out with her boyfriend, Matt, who she had been dating for 6 months now.
I decided to head over to Jessica's. She was busy packing for the tour. My parents knew that I was planning to tour with the band, but what I didn't tell hem was that I had no intentions of EVER coming back home. I was going to move to California, with Lizz, Jessica,and Morgan. My brother,Chris, lives in Oakland too, and I decided to move by him. He was one of my biggest fans, and also one of my best friends. It was him who got me into punk.
He was 23, and he was always their for me. He took me to my first concert, and he accidently left me, but I had so much fun. After that their were tons more concerts that he took me to.
Jessica welcomed me in, and we started to plan for Elizabeth's birthday party we were throwing for her. We had our closest friends on the list. Morgan wanted to jump out of her birthday cake, but that was quickly turned down.
We planned to get Matt to take her out to dinner, so that we could set up for her party, and then when he brought her back, we would all jump out and scream surprise. We then left to go buy everything for the party. On the night of the party, we went over the check list one more time.
Then the doorbell rang. Matt had come over to give us his set of keys so that we could get into Elizabeth's house. He picked up Elizabeth and we ran over to start decorating. Everyone arrived and we had all of the music set up. Our friend Kiffen was in charge of that. Matt called and said that he and Elizabeth were on their way home. She had gone to the car while he paid and called us.
We saw car lights through the window and everyone got into position.
"Alright," I whispered "On the count of 3." 1..the door handle turned, and then Morgan jumps out and screams "SUPRISE!" Well, that didn't go as planned.
"Hi Morgan," said Elizabeth, as we all came out of our hiding spots.
I glared at Morgan. "I said on the count of 3, not 1."
"Oh, well I counted to 3 in my head." I couldn't help but laugh at that. Then the music turned on and the drinking and partying started.
I really was going to miss everyone while I was on tour. Kiffen was invited to come with us, but sadly couldn't seeing as she was in college.
Lizz, Jessica, and I had graduated high school and had no plan to go to college until we were absolutely sure that the band would never work out.
"Hey," shouted Lizz. "Let's have a shot competition Catie." I agreed and soon we were both far from sober. "I won" I shouted, as Matt came and helped me and Lizz up. We were both incapable of standing. Morgan came over and was completely sober.
"Wow...I'm not the first person drunk tonight," she said. It was very unusual for Morgan to be sober 5 minutes after a party starts. She is normally the most wasted person out of all of us.
"I'll help you take them upstairs," Morgan told Matt as Elizabeth passed out in his arms. I was just about that way.
"Thanks," Matt said as he carried Elizabeth up to her room. After about 20 minutes of arguing with a very drunk me, Morgan finally got me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover. Jessica came into the room a minute later carrying two asprin and a glass of water.
"My head..." I groaned.
"Yeah, that's what Elizabeth said too when she woke up," Jessica told me.
"Where is she?" I asked
"In the bathroom puking."
"I think I might join her," I replied as I ran into the bathroom.
An hour later I was in the kitchen. Lizz had just come downstairs and had passed out on the couch again. Morgan was sitting beside her on the couch with a sharpie, getting ready to color on her face.
"Wow, don't you remember what happened the last time that you did that?" I asked Morgan
"Yeah..I can take her this time though," Morgan said, trying her hardest not to laugh.
*Flashback*
We were all spending the night at Elizabeth's house. It was 6 am and Lizz had just fallen asleep. Me and Jessica were busy putting a new coat of black nailpolish on our fingers. All of a sudden, Morgan pulled out a package of colored sharpie markers and began to write on Lizz's face. We all laughed and went to sleep. It was noon when Jessica and I woke up. Morgan woke up at about 12:30, and Lizz woke up at aroud 1:05. When she sat up, we all burst out laughing.
"What?" Lizz asked.
"Nothing," we all mumbled in unison.
Elizabeth got up and said she was going to the bathroom, that she would be right back. 5 seconds later we all heard, "MORGAN! I am going to kill you, you bitch!"
Lizz came out of the bathroom looking really pissed off.
"I will give you 3 seconds to run," said Lizz
Morgan bolted out of the room, followed by Elizabeth. Let's just say it didn't end up to well for Morgan. Elizabeth had duct taped Morgan to a chair, and had tape over her mouth. We laughed at that for weeks. Morgan claims to be emotionally scarred for life over that.
*End of Flashback*
Me and Jessica got out of Elizabeth's house before she woke up. We left Morgan there, and locked her out of our car. She was stuck at the house with Lizz, unless she decided to walk home.
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