I'm not afraid to die
FoUr
I stood there in shock as BVBs manager John and Jake Pitts walk through the door. John was the first to notice me.
"what are you doing in here?"
"I-I..."
John came over to me and grabbed my are, a bit to hard, and started to lead me to the door.
Jake stared to say, "who John, let we explain."
John looked at Jake, then at me, "Look, she's trying to steal something," he grabbed the picture out of my hand.
"No!" I started.
They both started at me, I decited to make this a little more dermatic, I got down in my knees, "I love BVB, and I didn't have enough money to by the VIPs and I... I just really wanted to meet you guys. You get this a lot but you guys are my heros, and I don't know what got into me sneaking into you bus. I'm sorry."
Jake looked down at me then held out his hand to lift me up, "it's ok. Your a fan. A really f*cking deticated fan. Here, the meet and greet is almost over, I'll bring the guys back here and you can meet them."
I looked at him in amazement, "really? You'd do that for me?"
he smiled, "anything for a fan."
i was so happy, I just hugged him," thank you, thank you."
he laughed, "so we'll be back in less than 20 minuets. Just chill here..."
"I'll stay here with her," John said.
Jake laughed, "you really don't have to John."
john just sat down stating that he wasn't going anywhere. Jake looked at me and shrugged, "well just chill hear with John for a few."
i sat down on the couch across from John, as Jake left. It was awkward, I don't think John likes me too much. About a good five minutes past and
I was startled when John spoke.
"your a big BVB fan arent you?"
"yes. Very much so."
"I can tell," he shifted, "with your shirt, and bracelets, and necklace, and war paint."
"it's not about that though."
"what?"
"well it's not about the paint, or the merch, it's about the music."
he laughed, "you are a true fan. I don't get face to face with many of you. Usually the fans I see only like the band for there looks. Andy has been told so many times by fan girls that he's going to have there baby. It kind of sickens me sometimes."
"what are you doing in here?"
"I-I..."
John came over to me and grabbed my are, a bit to hard, and started to lead me to the door.
Jake stared to say, "who John, let we explain."
John looked at Jake, then at me, "Look, she's trying to steal something," he grabbed the picture out of my hand.
"No!" I started.
They both started at me, I decited to make this a little more dermatic, I got down in my knees, "I love BVB, and I didn't have enough money to by the VIPs and I... I just really wanted to meet you guys. You get this a lot but you guys are my heros, and I don't know what got into me sneaking into you bus. I'm sorry."
Jake looked down at me then held out his hand to lift me up, "it's ok. Your a fan. A really f*cking deticated fan. Here, the meet and greet is almost over, I'll bring the guys back here and you can meet them."
I looked at him in amazement, "really? You'd do that for me?"
he smiled, "anything for a fan."
i was so happy, I just hugged him," thank you, thank you."
he laughed, "so we'll be back in less than 20 minuets. Just chill here..."
"I'll stay here with her," John said.
Jake laughed, "you really don't have to John."
john just sat down stating that he wasn't going anywhere. Jake looked at me and shrugged, "well just chill hear with John for a few."
i sat down on the couch across from John, as Jake left. It was awkward, I don't think John likes me too much. About a good five minutes past and
I was startled when John spoke.
"your a big BVB fan arent you?"
"yes. Very much so."
"I can tell," he shifted, "with your shirt, and bracelets, and necklace, and war paint."
"it's not about that though."
"what?"
"well it's not about the paint, or the merch, it's about the music."
he laughed, "you are a true fan. I don't get face to face with many of you. Usually the fans I see only like the band for there looks. Andy has been told so many times by fan girls that he's going to have there baby. It kind of sickens me sometimes."
8/28/13