black veil brides (fan fic)

reunited!

The shows went by like pages on a calendar, each one was amazing, the crowd seemed to know all of the words, I loved it. My desire not to sing had disappeared the first time I stepped back on stage, the crowd cheering, this was my calling, I couldn’t do anything else. However, my anxiety had moved onto something else, my father, he was the only family I currently had alive, having moved to England a few years ago, I hated him to say the least, personal reasons, the whole reason I was reluctant to speak about my childhood in fact! But my feeling of dread was deep set in my stomach, making it flip and twist each time I thought about it.

I had voiced these worries to the guys late on the night of our seventh day on tour, they gave me petering looks.

“Don’t worry about it” Lucas said, coming over and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me close and smiling reassuringly. “its all fine, there’s nothing he can do, and he doesn’t matter anymore” he said, Lucas after all knew the full extent of the atrocities caused at the hands of this man all to well.

“Yeah” Josh piped in “he’s a dickhead and if he comes near you I’ll kick him in the nuts, big time” he added, making me smile, I eventually forgot about it, though the gnawing feeling never did go away.

“HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?” I yelled into the mike, laughing as the crowd cheered back, I screamed into the mike, “THAT’S FUCKING BRILLIANT, I WANT YOU GUYS TO KNOW THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS COME FIRST, KAY? YOU AINT NO PIECE OF SHIT SO DON’T YOU LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE” I said as the guys started to play, I took the mike out of the stand and walked forward, leaning into the crowd as they went into frenzy. It was the 13th show and I was fucking pumped, half because it was a massive crowd, and second because I was seeing Andy soon! Holy fuck I missed that boy!

I moved away from the crowd, still singing the words to the song as loud as possible, I went up to Lucas and put my back against his, him rocking out on the guitar, leaning over, and me leaning against him, my head in the air, this was the fucking life!

The show ended and I jumped on Josh’s back as he made his way off stage, most of the crowd still watching, he yelped in surprise and fell over, the crowd roared with laughter as I climbed of and pretended to give him CPR, I was leaning down to give him the ‘kiss of life’ when he jerked away, laughing, I messed up his hair and put my middle finger up to the crowd, not in a rude way, more of an achievement way! We walked off and climbed into the bus, I was so not tired so I called Andy, having not planned the next day when we would be meeting, it was his first show, then he had a break for a day, and we had a break then a show, so I could watch Andy’s concert and he could watch ours before I went to LA and he went to NYC,  we had planned to lend each other our houses, the guys getting my apartment and us getting Andy’s house. We had planned to pull several pranks at his house, and no doubt they had the same idea.

The band all sat down on the sofa, the bus was brilliant, and it was ours! Previously we had rented a bus, but this was ours, chosen for its large back room, complete with plasma screen TV and the most amazing shower ever, like it was so cool, sliding glass doors that opened into the largest shower I had ever seen in a bus, now that may sound stupid, but if you’ve ever been on tour, you know that in a normal shower there isn’t enough room to breathe let alone wash!

I went into the bathroom and sat in the shower, shutting the door to keep from the prying ears that were no doubt pinned to the door trying to hear every word.

*ring*ring*ring*

*click*

“Hello?” Andy said from down the phone. I decided to mess with him.

“Hello this is the president’s office, how may I help you?” I said, pretending to be a secretary or something and changing my voice accordingly.