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[vanity]

Zackary walked out of the caravan with a sigh and smelled the fresh air. It was about time he got out of there. He was bored and felt like he was going to die if he stayed inside of that thing for another minute. His band mates weren't actually nice though. They actually told him to get out. He was being a nail in there ass which met Zacky was a annoyance. A smiled appeared on his lips as he kicked the caravan and trotted off towards the merch tables where a crowd of people were just around it. Zackary wasn't sure if he was going to cause trouble yet but he was just going to scope the place while walking. He didn't want to many security guards around to mess up his fun. He stopped near the bands table and looked at the random figures on the table. He looked up at the person who was taking care of the nicks and nacks that was on the table and just smiled while turning around to walk some more. The next thing Zacky knew his name was being yelled from a mile a away. Well that's the distance Zackary predicted. He then backed up and tried to run away but the girls caught him just on time. Damn. He sighed as a number of them was screaming. It seemed like they didn't notice his sigh since they were still screaming.

"Alright,Alright. Calm down one at a time." He said with a bit of annoyance in his voice. He then signed fifteen papers and one sidekick. It was kind of weird signing a sidekick but it was what the person wanted. He then waved goodbye as they walked away. He sighed and bit down on his lip. He loved making music and having fans but sometimes it just got to him. He was planning on going back to the caravan when he saw one empty merch table. He looked around and made a evil smile. Zackary wasn't sure on what he was going to do but he knew that merch table was what he was going after. It seemed like someone went out for a bathroom break without asking someone to take care of it. He went around the table and then sat down. "Hmm i wonder how much these cost." He said picking up a doll of a cute boy. He then thought twice about it and picked up a girl. Zacky was still in his sexuality hide out. He couldn't just storm in with a male doll like it was nothing.

He leaned his arm against the table and thought about a few minutes more before a teenage girl came up to the table. "Umm. How may I help you." The girl just stood there with her arms crossed glaring at him. He then bit down on his lip and sighed. He got up and watched as the girl took her seat. "Im so sorry. I just had to watch it. I didn't want anyone to take anything." He said putting his hand on the table on top of a little bracelet. He watched as the girl smiled and he just waved goodbye taking the bracelet and the doll with him. So maybe stealing something was a bad thing but Zackary couldn't help it. He needed to cause more trouble but he was out of ideas. He sighed while walking around with his head down when he bumped into somebody. It seemed like they were running or speed walking since Zackary almost lost his balance. "Hey watch were the hell your going!"

[jess1z1]

Jonathan had made it a habit during the tour to hurry off to see the stage whenever they arrived to a new city. As he stood there, he observed the surroundings and watched the sky trying to predict the weather. The day was clear and fresh and Jonathan hoped it would stay that way until they left. A small group of people were still putting together a few details for the upcoming show but John didn't talk to them. He didn't want to bother.

Even if he'd been recently on a stage, his hands itched to get on it again and play, but sadly, he'd wait a few more hours to plug his baby up there. Still, John wished to get the band together that night to practice a little bit. You could never be too ready. In the meanwhile, however, they could rest a bit from the trip and from each other. It wasn't easy being cooped up with four other people in a tiny ass place for days at a time.

John thought he'd go buy some booze for the band before heading back to the caravan. Before stepping off the stage, though, he withdrew a small bottle from one of his pants pockets, opened it, popped out a couple of pills and took them. After closing the bottle, he put it back and took one last look around the area. The caravans were set a considerable distance away from the stage to Jonathan's back and to the left, he could see the merch stands had already been positioned and were surrounded by a large crowd.

His heart sank a little. The only liquor store he knew to be close was right that way which meant he'd have to struggle his way through the crazy mob to get to it. Did he really want the drink that badly? Answer was, sadly, yes.

With a small sigh, John made his way towards the merch stands and dived right in. He couldn't help notice that the tables were clearing fast and the bands hadn't even played there yet. His eyebrows shoot up in appreciation. Without realizing, Jonathan was taking his time to peek at the stands and eventually a couple of guys who recognized him went to shake his hand and tell him to rock on which snapped him out of it. John sped up his pace while reaching once inside his pocket but this time for his cigarettes. He was in the middle of lighting up, paying more attention to that task than to what was in his way.

"Hey watch were the hell your going!"

Both lighter (which was a small metal one with Eddie engraved on it) and cigarette went to the floor and out of sight within the sea of legs. John looked up.

"Watch where the hell you're going!" He looked down once more. Nope. Lost. Shit.