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Meet and Greet
I’d been looking forward to the meet and greet with Black Veil Brides for months now, ever since it was announced. Last night, I’d watched them play an amazing concert here in Louisville. Sold out show and they probably couldn’t have played better even if they’d have wanted to. Andy’s voice was perfection, the bass pulsed through my veins all thanks to Ashley Purdy.
I was finally here, knees somewhat weak as I walked to the very front of the line. First Ashley…then CC… then Jake and Jinxx and now lastly…
“Are you okay, Andy?” I asked the dark haired male as I stood in front of him at the meet and greet table. It was February 20th, 2013. It was the afternoon after the February 19th, 2013 concert in Louisville. I had awoken at six this morning and was here at the venue by nine, just to have a good spot in line for this meet and greet. This meant the world to me.
“You know. You’re the first person who’s noticed that I’m not up to par today.” His voice was soft, deep as it always was. I’m a fan of Black Veil Brides, so I’ve heard his voice plenty over the last two years since I’d became a fan. I could tell though, that he was distressed. I didn’t know what was bothering him, if he was just getting a cold from the chilly weather around here or what.
“It’s more than obvious to me. You look long faced… sorry to insult you,” I said softly, hoping I hadn’t offended him by making a long face comment. The elder male merely shrugged.
“Just got a lot of shit weighing on my mind today. I’m not saying other fans haven’t noticed I don’t look good but… you’re the first who’s voiced it. Perhaps you’ve got balls…or you’re just nosy.” Andy commented, and I couldn’t help but to feel somewhat offended by it…although his tone hadn’t sounded offensive whatsoever. It was probably just me and my automatic feminist reactors overheating again.
“I’m sorry. Maybe it’s not my place to say you look worn out or upset…” my voice was soft as I gently laid a poster in front of him—it was already signed by his four band-mates… Andy was my last stop at the meet and greet table. “But how could I just smile and say ‘Oh my God, thank you, you’re the best, I love you!’ when you look so down in the dumps? Fair enough, I’m sure you love your fans and the attention they’re flocking on you… but isn’t it nice to have at least one fan here who isn’t… fan-girling?” I asked of the male and he simply smiled a small smile as he took my poster and began to place his John Hancock upon it.
“I’m egotistical. Of course I love the attention my fans give me, the band in general. But I really don’t feel good today… that part of me doesn’t even want to be here. But I do love my fans, and I’ll cater to you all as much as I can.” Part of me was somewhat sad when Andy decided to group me into the ‘you all…’ I wasn’t like other fans. Other fans had been trying to get his attention from the back of the line, some wanted pictures with him even though he specifically said no photographs.. You can take them of him, just not with him. Others even wanted to touch him…invaded his personal space.
“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well today. But I want you to know that you’ve made me really happy. I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time now. Even if you’re feeling bad, I don’t think you’re being rude at all.” I admitted as I took my poster from him once it was signed, rolling it up slowly and placing a rubber band around it so it wasn’t damaged facially before I got home, which was going to be a thirty minute drive or so.
“Well thank you for noticing that I’m a little down today. I’m sorry if it’s ruined your experience at all,” he admitted, glancing down at his phone and looking like he was sighing on the inside, but he didn’t make it noticeable on the outside… not too noticeable anyway.
“Get well soon,” I smiled a little. I was just about to walk off when he looked back up at me and raised a brow.
“Just so I know… what’s your name? Like I said, it’s real rare that someone actually… notices things like you’ve noticed. I’m somewhat impressed.” The raven haired male admitted and I couldn’t help but smile somewhat.
“It’s Livvy.” I said softly and looked behind me, several girls just kind of… irked that I was taking up so much time with ‘their’ Andy. Fans, especially Black Veil Brides fans, thought they owned him. I just didn’t view it that way. Sure, I wanted to fan-girl. But where would it get me? It would have aggravated him, annoyed him to no beyond… made him feel worse, ultimately. I just couldn’t understand that I was the only person noticing he wasn’t feeling good today.
Before he could say another word to me, or I to him, I took my leave from the meet and greet with my signed poster and my iPod full of photographs. I would look back on this day and reminisce on the fact that I had an intellectual, genuine conversation with my favorite musician. But I would also notice, if anyone else did not…that Andy didn’t look a hundred percent okay. And although I wanted to know why he was upset or sick… it wasn’t my place to ask. I wasn’t Juliet.
I was finally here, knees somewhat weak as I walked to the very front of the line. First Ashley…then CC… then Jake and Jinxx and now lastly…
“Are you okay, Andy?” I asked the dark haired male as I stood in front of him at the meet and greet table. It was February 20th, 2013. It was the afternoon after the February 19th, 2013 concert in Louisville. I had awoken at six this morning and was here at the venue by nine, just to have a good spot in line for this meet and greet. This meant the world to me.
“You know. You’re the first person who’s noticed that I’m not up to par today.” His voice was soft, deep as it always was. I’m a fan of Black Veil Brides, so I’ve heard his voice plenty over the last two years since I’d became a fan. I could tell though, that he was distressed. I didn’t know what was bothering him, if he was just getting a cold from the chilly weather around here or what.
“It’s more than obvious to me. You look long faced… sorry to insult you,” I said softly, hoping I hadn’t offended him by making a long face comment. The elder male merely shrugged.
“Just got a lot of shit weighing on my mind today. I’m not saying other fans haven’t noticed I don’t look good but… you’re the first who’s voiced it. Perhaps you’ve got balls…or you’re just nosy.” Andy commented, and I couldn’t help but to feel somewhat offended by it…although his tone hadn’t sounded offensive whatsoever. It was probably just me and my automatic feminist reactors overheating again.
“I’m sorry. Maybe it’s not my place to say you look worn out or upset…” my voice was soft as I gently laid a poster in front of him—it was already signed by his four band-mates… Andy was my last stop at the meet and greet table. “But how could I just smile and say ‘Oh my God, thank you, you’re the best, I love you!’ when you look so down in the dumps? Fair enough, I’m sure you love your fans and the attention they’re flocking on you… but isn’t it nice to have at least one fan here who isn’t… fan-girling?” I asked of the male and he simply smiled a small smile as he took my poster and began to place his John Hancock upon it.
“I’m egotistical. Of course I love the attention my fans give me, the band in general. But I really don’t feel good today… that part of me doesn’t even want to be here. But I do love my fans, and I’ll cater to you all as much as I can.” Part of me was somewhat sad when Andy decided to group me into the ‘you all…’ I wasn’t like other fans. Other fans had been trying to get his attention from the back of the line, some wanted pictures with him even though he specifically said no photographs.. You can take them of him, just not with him. Others even wanted to touch him…invaded his personal space.
“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well today. But I want you to know that you’ve made me really happy. I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time now. Even if you’re feeling bad, I don’t think you’re being rude at all.” I admitted as I took my poster from him once it was signed, rolling it up slowly and placing a rubber band around it so it wasn’t damaged facially before I got home, which was going to be a thirty minute drive or so.
“Well thank you for noticing that I’m a little down today. I’m sorry if it’s ruined your experience at all,” he admitted, glancing down at his phone and looking like he was sighing on the inside, but he didn’t make it noticeable on the outside… not too noticeable anyway.
“Get well soon,” I smiled a little. I was just about to walk off when he looked back up at me and raised a brow.
“Just so I know… what’s your name? Like I said, it’s real rare that someone actually… notices things like you’ve noticed. I’m somewhat impressed.” The raven haired male admitted and I couldn’t help but smile somewhat.
“It’s Livvy.” I said softly and looked behind me, several girls just kind of… irked that I was taking up so much time with ‘their’ Andy. Fans, especially Black Veil Brides fans, thought they owned him. I just didn’t view it that way. Sure, I wanted to fan-girl. But where would it get me? It would have aggravated him, annoyed him to no beyond… made him feel worse, ultimately. I just couldn’t understand that I was the only person noticing he wasn’t feeling good today.
Before he could say another word to me, or I to him, I took my leave from the meet and greet with my signed poster and my iPod full of photographs. I would look back on this day and reminisce on the fact that I had an intellectual, genuine conversation with my favorite musician. But I would also notice, if anyone else did not…that Andy didn’t look a hundred percent okay. And although I wanted to know why he was upset or sick… it wasn’t my place to ask. I wasn’t Juliet.
I love it, I couldn't stop reading it, but when I got to chapter 17 I had to, so please update it ;-;
6/13/14