Minus the fact that we couldn’t drink at the bar, even if I wanted to. Meeting Kallie Cooper, my soon-to-be tour mate, was intimidating. She was a lot shorter than me, but the way she carried herself like she thought she was the greatest singer in the world threw me off. I had to tell myself to just try to get along with her or stay out of her way during tour, or else she would probably kick my ass without warning. I liked the other members so far. I could tell Louis and Adam were genuinely cool and easy going guys from the way we were talking as the equipment was being set up. They had all grown up on the coast of Maine, where there wasn’t much of a music scene. I treated myself to some sliders, taking in the crazy atmosphere being that it was New Year’s Eve, while another band took the stage. Luke sat down beside me and took one of the tiny burgers off the plate and ate it. “Sooo little sister…” Luke draped an arm around me.
