Finn - MTV VMA Awards - Part One

I'm so relieved to be flying back to LA. Sydney was tough as expected although I'm glad to be back in the states. I've missed my other Bro's, my band. We've practically been living together for the past four years so it's strange to have so many trips to Australia without them.

"Here you go Mr. Jackson, your bourbon on ice," the Flight Attendant hands me my drink with a huge smile. It's the same chic as last weeks flight, and the month before.

Hmm.... we keep running into each other.

She about 5'8, leggie, blonde hair, blue eyes and slim. It's definitely my thing....blondes. It must be a pre requisite for the airline to hire hot looking crew but I must say, she is exceptional!

"Thanks, " I reply. "Do you know what time we land?"

Should I ask her out?

How would that work exactly with me travelling all the time? It's been a while since I've dated anyone.

"Yes Sir, in forty minutes or so," she smiles sweetly again.

I soo.... want to ask her out now! Thinking about kissing those lips makes me.... hmm, concentrate Finn.... not a good look wearing tight black jeans. I should have worn loose trackie pants for the flight.

"You can call me Finn if you like. We keep running into each other."

"Yes we do," she smiles again. "Hi Finn, I'm Georgia." She has a voice like an Angel, well what I would imagine an Angel to sound like. Soft, with a slight accent. Not fully American. I can't quiet figure out where she is from.

Georgia is called away by other passengers so I don't see her for the rest of the flight until we land and I'm exiting the plane.

"See you next time Finn," Georgia grins.

"You certainly will," I smirk back.

Once off the plane I'm quickly transferred through the priority lane in customs and then through a side door that leads to the VIP pickup area where our black SUV is parked. LA is so different from Sydney airport. No one gets special treatment in Sydney.

We make it in record time from the airport straight to the venue where the MTV awards are being hosted tonight.  We're up for an award tonight so we've been asked to perform prior and I stroll in to meet the guys for sound check.

After an hour of sound check I'm shattered. It always takes longer than our actually performance and even though our crew are cool they're young, like us, so sometimes their inexperience shows especially when we're rehearsing for gigs for awards ceremonies, they get nervous. Well I guess we all get nervous but if our equipment fails on the night, we're screwed so the pressures on them to deliver.

I also didn't sleep well on the flight as I keep thinking about what mum said to me before I left Sydney. I'm in such a bad mood. I have no idea what I should do about my dad. He's living in LA now so that's a bit too close for comfort.

Even though LA is a pretty big city, it's also very insular. We'll inevitably bump into each other at some stage and now I know we hang in similar circles, I need to make a decision. One that's best for everyone including the band.

"Hey Chris.... my earpiece is broken again. I'm getting feedback from Connor's guitar so I can't harmonies with Jas on the chorus," I whinge to Chris, one of our roadies.

"It's not broken Finn. It's new! Give me a minute and I'll sort it," Chris responds while taking the earpiece from me.

"I thought we sorted this out last time!" I snaps back.

"Oooo.... somebody's in a mood!" Connor teases in an effort to lighten my mood.

"Fuck off man. I've had no sleep!"

"Dude, you never sleep on flights. You need to sort that shit out as it's only going to get worse you know," Connor retorts while giving me a strange look. He is my best bud. The one I always confide in and he knows how stressed I am about my dad since my brothers birthday.

"Yeah I know man. Thanks for pulling me up on it. I'm being a pratt. Hey," I yell," Sorry Chris I'm being a pratt!"

"Asshole, wanker, tosser...." Chris laughs back at me. He's cool!

Now that sound checks done we have some time to hang out in our room for two hours.

"Hey Finn," Conner walks over to my chair. "Are you ok man? Do you want to talk about?"

"Nope," I reply. " Not tonight. I need to focus. Let's hang tomorrow? I need to process it all."

"Sure thing mate. It's hard I'm sure but I'm here for you when you feel like talking." Connor says slightly sighing. Connor has always been the best sounding board, especially when it comes to my family. He's also been through a lot of stuff with his family but at least his parents are still together.

"Hey guys.... I'm a bit nervous tonight, are you? The crowd is pumping out there and you know how much I hate being able to see the audiences' faces!" I cough a little while swallowing water and look towards Jas for support.

"Yeah man.... it's pumping.... but you'll be sweet once you're on stage. You always are." Jas replies.

There's always a build up of nerves for me, just before we go out on stage, which builds again when we walk down the corridor that leads to the back stage double doors.

Tonight, we've on after Ariana Grande so they'll have to reset the stage with our gear once she's done. Bit messy and I guess that's why our guys are extra nervous tonight.

Jas is right though. I'm cool once I get out there and I have my security barrier to block the audience, my drums. You'd think I would be use to it by now but I'm not.

Some things never change.

"Hey Bro, to fill in the time, do you wanna do a backstage video for our fans?  Alex can post it tonight on our YouTube channel once we're done?" Connor suggests. 

"Yeah, that'll be cool," Jas interrupts me before I can respond.

"Yo, Millar, you in?" Connor questions while heading towards his bag to retrieve his iPhone.

"Yeah man. Just give me a minute to finish my text." Miller frowns then puts down his phone.

At least this will fill the time and hopefully distract me from my constant negative thoughts about my dad.

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