I was really pumped for the next tour. A new album, too. There's one location in spcific that I'm really existed for. Going to Chicago. The band hasn't been there for a while, and I actully and really pumped to be there. But there's something else, a feeling. Some kind of calling.

Some weird things have been happening too. I've been haveing dreams, about fallen angels fighting angels, exsept they wernt angels at all. They were takeing away art, and science, and music. They disnt look like angels ether. They looked more like demons, but called themselve angels. But, I'm the leader of th fallen. It's all confuseing so I've been writing them down in a notebook Juliet gave me.
The first was about a mouth ago. I was alone standing in the falling ash
and sout. There's was fire every where. It was warm, even though for the
time of the year, it should be cold.

They've been going on and off for awhile, but the last one is I'm fighting, and there's a girl, about 14. In the middle of the battle feild. Her eyes were beautiful. If it wasn't for her BVB war paint I'd think she was a angel.

She stood there and smiled in the middle of battle. I don't know what these dreams mean. But I want to meet this girl.

Hey thanks for reading my first chapter. This is not a romance, but I realllly hope that you like this. Please, subscribe or comment. I'll read yours!!!