I could've choked on my words, right then and there. I quickly looked away and I refused to say another thing to him. I turned to Dennis and softly nudged him. He looked at me and asked me what.

"Look," I mouthed to him, gesturing my head to Harry and the others. Dennis eyes got wide and he smiled.

"Oh my god!" He mouthed to me, "Thats One Direction!" he quietly bounced in his seat. I could only hope that Kyle wouldn't notice us and make a scene. Thankfully he didn't.
Dennis and I went back to being quiet, or at least tried. Whenever we would look at eachother we would giggle and bounce. I caught Harry looking over at us curiously. He probably thought we were insane.
I have a confession, I like One Direction. I'm suppose to have this hardcore image, but I have my guilty pleasures. Long Live the Dead is associated with Born of Osiris, The Word Alive, Alesana, and once we toured with Aiden for two months. We played Warped Tour two years in a row for three months each. If you look us up, you'll find The Used and other alternative rock bands in the related artists.
The One Direction boys are associated with Demi Lavato and Justin Bieber. Its the exact opposite of us.
But, my secret love for One Direction wasn't really a secret amung the band. Kyle knew and he would always harass me for it. He'd try to compare One Direction to Megadeth and Slayer, which was stupid in my opinion. Music is music. The sound tickles my ear differently than his. I don't know why he always has to get his panties in a bunch over it.

I tried to sit in silence most of the night, applauding when I needed to, listening to the various artists, and trying not to bump Harry. I did once or twice by accident. I'd frequently apologize to him for tap his shoe with my foot, talking too loud to Dennis, bumping elbows, or going to lead on the arm rest and accidently leaning on him. It was an awkward night.
He tried talking to me once. He asked me one question and I became all flustered.

"Are you in a band?" he asked. I looked at him with big doe eyes. I had to look scared beyond my wits.
I breathed in and out as calmly as I could manage, which didn't work out too well. My works contorted into a new language not known to humans. I had to find a way to speak English. My first language was wiped from my memory, by a single sentence.

"Erm...yeah," I slowly replied, attempting to sound natural and normal. This began a small conversation I wasn't prepared for,

"Yeah, I know I've seen you somewhere before. I just didn't know from where," he said with a geeky smile. He ran his fingers through his messy, dark brown hair.

"I don't think you've heard of us," I gently giggled. I looked down at my black finger nails, trying not pick off the polish. I've worked so hard to kick the habbit, I didn't want to bite or peel at my fingernails.

"You'd be surprised," Harry smiled, leaning over the arm rest. "Whats your name?" he asked.

"Sadie," I replied quickly. I figured my name was something he would forget.
He shyly laughed at me. Was my name stupid?

"The band's name, silly," he giggled at me. I instantly felt stupid and my shyness came back. I receeded into my seat, fixing my words, and trying to control my heart beat.

"Long Live the Dead," I said quietly, trying to hide in my turtle shell.
Harry began snapping his fingers excitedly.

"I watched you guys play once online!" he shouted happily.
My entire band then leaned over to see who I was talking to. The look on Kyle's face was priceless. It was a mix of shocked, appauled, scared, and angry. He kept quiet though, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, and pouting.
"Hello," Harry greeted the band with his signiture smile.

Liam gently nudged Harry to get his attention, pointing to the stage. They were nomitated for "Best Pop Video". A woman standing on stage with a short, sparkling, red dress opened the envelope, and announced them as the winner.
The boys jumped from their seats, hugging eachother, and then ran to the stage to accept their award.
They gave a short speech. Each boy thanked their parents and fans before exiting the stage. I clapped my hands and smiled for then. Dennis, Connor, and Dakota did the exact same thing while Kyle just sat in his misery.
I leaned over Dennis once again, flicking Kyle in the shoulder.
"Stop pouting like a baby," I snapped harshly.
Kyle stuck out his tounge and rustled my hair. He finally revealed a small smile, sat up straight, and began to enjoy himself. It was obvious that he was faking everything, but it was better than nothing. Fake it til you make it, right?

The night was coming to an end and there was only one award left. Our award; "Best New Artist".
On a giant T.V. they played clips of videos from the nominees before a woman standing by the podieum opened the envelope.
The boys and I joined hands and hoped for the best. Dennis squeezed my hand as if he was about to give birth. I swear, he could've broke my fingers.
There was a long pause before the woman revealed the winner. I held my breath until my head and chest hurt.

"Long Live the Dead!" the woman shouted. I could finally exhale and breathe normally again. When I went to stand up, Harry patted my back and told me, "Congradulations,".
"Thanks," I replied. I even hugged him, which I later regreted on the tour bus because it seemed odd. I was just so happy that I couldn't contain myself.
Dennis pulled on my hand to lead me on stage. I let go of Harry and followed closing behind my band, trying to get in front of Kyle so he wouldn't be able to grab the mic, and ruin this moment.