Paramore: A Day in the Life

I'm bummed I couldn't find my black tights. Had to go with these subtle yellow ones . . . Off to a full day of press!

At this point in the day, I was really bummed at my decision to wear a dress instead of pants. This always happens. Why is life hard?

It is always a total pleasure to hang with the folks at Z100. They seem to like us, and we like that.

Look at all these Paramo– I mean, Demi Lovato fans! A real Spinal Tap moment.

We turn into little puddles of mush anytime there's a dog around. This pup's name is Max. He farted on me, and I didn't even mind.

La la laaa . . . Off to another interview.

Applying makeup with no mirror is easy when you couldn't possibly care less what it looks like.

Just heading into our second radio interview.

In this interview we practically beg Daft Punk to work with us.

Playing it super cool on the outside. On the inside . . . screaming 'N Sync songs at the top of my lungs.

Vandalizing stuff.

The guys look like they're selling something here. And I think it might have to do with their left ears?

This paparazzi guy has no idea we are walking right past him.

"What is this, a Madison Square Garden for ants?! It needs to be at least three times this size!"

With Alexa Chung. That's right – we rub elbows with famous people.

Finally checking up on that no-mirror makeup job. Not too shabby.

Hey, it's one of those Daft Punks! Just kidding – it's Jeremy.

Call sheet. Tickets. Set list. CHECK!

They gave us 5 minutes to eat dinner before we headed into more press. No time for dessert. Bummer.

Soundcheck! Why do I have a serial killer smile in the bottom right pic?

Chloe from Kitten (opening band that we adore!) stole all the food from catering. Right from under our noses.

Back at the venue for a meet and greet. We usually take just as many pics of fans as they do of us. Sweet memories.

Juggle-o's. (One hundred points to anyone who gets it.)

I'm still into him.

Nightly tribute to our record cover. All tour long we've been assaulting ourselves with this neon-colored chalk. It. Smells. Horrible.

Suiting up for the show. Conan is psyched.

Quick huddle and prayer. Our only pre-show ritual.

Can we please do this forever?

Rapunzel status!

Taylor tore a million ligaments and tendons in his right ankle. Now he gets to walk with a cane like a total pimp. There's always an upside, I guess.

P-more show 101: There's no such thing as too much confetti.