Caramel Macchiato
Side Stage
“Black Veil Brides, Black Veil Brides, Black Veil Brides,” you could hear them chanting for the band…the voices were so loud, one could hardly think to one’s self. I felt so weird, being backstage tonight, watching Andy and the other guys get ready to perform. Just a few nights ago, I was watching them for the first time up on stage…I was nothing more than a fan. Now, I feel like thanks to Andy, I’m inside the inner circle.
When we first got into the venue well over an hour ago; I had called my Mom and talked to her for around fifteen minutes. I promised her that at some point Andy would call her as well to talk everything over with her but that he had a show to play in a bit and we were getting ready for it backstage.
Since getting off the phone with her I had just been sitting about the backstage area, listening to the guys banter on about this and that, watching them put on their stage makeup and stage costumes.
“Shit,” Andy muttered when he pulled back and his eye-makeup on one eye was…well, a little less than perfect. Before he could start wiping it off, I grabbed his hand and dug my nails in a little.
“Don’t get so worked up. I can fix that easily,” I said with a grin and took the eye-liner pencil out of his hand and started to touch it up. I fixed the other eye to more resemble that one and when I was finished, I had to say, it was a real work of beauty.
“It’s not what I was going for,” the pre-Madonna stated, but a smile emerged on his face regardless. “It’ll do though, I like it.”
I knew Andy more than liked it, or he’d be such a perfectionist, wipe it all off and start again. I knew he had to actually love it. I smiled quite largely, “I’m glad you do.” I pushed some of his unruly hair out of his face and pulled back, leaning against the vanity. I just gazed at him, and he kind of just gazed at me. At that point, I wish I were Edward Cullen—well, at least had his gift of reading the minds of people…I would have given anything to have known what was running through Andy’s mind at that moment.
“Ten minutes,” BVB’s manager said as he poked his head into their dressing room door. I bit on my bottom lip, still looking up into Andy’s blue eyes.
“Should I go and leave you to finish?” I asked him and he shook his head, putting down his make-up items on the vanity.
“No. You should follow us out to the stage…watch from side-stage. Unless you would rather front row and center?” He offered and I shook my head, having already made up my mind earlier about where I wanted to be when I watched them perform.
“I’d rather be side stage….” My voice trailed off and he quirked a brow.
“Why would you ever choose side stage over front row? You’ll get a better view of my ass than anything…” his voice, too, trailed off and he smirked a little at the thought, I’m guessing, of me staring at his tight little ass.
“Can I speak honest?” I asked him and he slowly nodded his head. “Because if I’m side stage… that means I get to be with you the second you get off stage…not have to wait for some security guard to bring me backstage ten minutes after you get back here. I want to be with you, the second you get done performing…” my cheeks tinted pink, I knew I was making a fool out of myself.
“You’re saying shit…even she never did,” Andy mumbled and before he could dwell on that too much, I shoved him back and smiled playfully.
“Go out there and play a good show. Before I have to kick you in your ass,” of course he merely glared playfully in my direction as he and the boys started out of the dressing room. I walked behind Andy, who always was the last one to walk onto the stage…vocalists typically are. Right before he went up onto the stage, I gave his ass a slap, then started to whistle Dixie as if I’d done nothing whatsoever.
At least he went on stage that night with the biggest smile I’d seen him smile since she’d broken up with him. I was mesmerized as I watched them. Not just Andy impressed me, but every member of BVB. They were each pivotal in the band and the band I know wouldn’t function properly without one of them. They were like a finely tuned machine, well-oiled and working perfectly.
Andy played an amazing show, when did he not? I can recall seeing footage from when he’d broken his ribs, broke his nose… he still put on amazing shows. I know it was so hard for him to continue with those broken ribs, but he did it… I suppose he’d give the credit to his ‘support system,’ but I know it was him. As the guys started to come off the stage, Andy was the last. He was drenched with sweat, the smell hit my nose probably twenty steps before he was in my arms. Yes, in my arms. I had opened my arms for him, probably looking a little goofy at that point…but I just wanted him close. I wanted to again feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
He reeked when he finally reached me, but I didn’t care. I held him and nuzzled his neck, complimenting him into his ear. “You were great. The whole band, but especially you,” I whispered and kissed his ear lobe. I felt his grip tighten on me. I don’t know what the two of us were thinking…to think that nothing would happen between us. I mean I had known since moment one I wanted…this…to happen, but had he? He made it seem pretty clear on the bus that…nothing was going to happen between us, not yet anyway.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Livvy,” his voice was a little hoarse after the show, but I didn’t care. It still made my spine tingle, my hold on him also tightening.
“Tell me, then, what I’m getting myself into…” I mumbled, having pulled back enough to look up into his eyes. He was exhausted, I knew he was…so slowly I pulled away from him. I didn’t want to tire him out so much that he’d be miserable by the time he got back to the bus. I turned to follow the other guys to the dressing room, when I felt Andy catch my arm and dig his nails into my flesh a little, making me gasp.
“Now you know how it felt when you did it earlier, in the dressing room,” he said quietly and I looked at him over my shoulder like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
“Maybe you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into either,” I said rather bluntly and jerked my arm out of his grasp with a small smirk, disappearing into the dressing room with the other guys. Naturally Andy followed me in, protesting that I should leave while they changed back into regular clothing. He had protested earlier, too, when they changed into stage attire. Like I minded seeing five hot guys in their boxers… I think Andy just wanted me to see him in his undies, and nobody else. Jealous, possibly possessive…I could get used to that.
“Oh, you don’t want me to see your Batman underwear again?” I teased and perched myself up on the vanity.
“No. Not especially,” he admitted and I rolled my eyes.
“You two should just get married. Jesus, you’ve been bickering like a married couple this whole time,” Jake pointed out and of course Andy and I both shot him a glare. “It was just a suggestion!”
“Imagine what they’re going to sound like together in that bunk tonight,” Ashley pointed out with a smirk. Andy was getting rather upset with his teasing, I on the other hand was just blushing like a mad animal. Was…was Andy and I going to be making a lot of noise in the bunk…?
“Calm down,” I said softly as I wrapped my arms around Andy and kissed his cheek gently. “I’ll leave you while you guys get dressed, if it makes you happy.” I admitted and he shook his head some, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tightly to him.
“No… you can stay. It’d drive me insane, you being in another room for even a minute,” the dark haired male admitted which made me almost go completely weak at the knees…I shook a little in his arms, blushing so heavily, hiding my face in his neck. I felt him running his hands through my hair, sweaty or not…I didn’t care. His hands slipped lower, out of my hair and over my back, making my body arch into his somewhat.
“Let me get dressed, then we’ll go to the bus and I’ll be the first one in the shower. It’s my night to be first,” he admitted with a small chuckle and I nodded, pulling back from him and sitting again up on the vanity and watched him as he changed. I didn’t care about his Batman undies. If I cared about them, then I’d have to care about the Batman tattoos, too.
When we first got into the venue well over an hour ago; I had called my Mom and talked to her for around fifteen minutes. I promised her that at some point Andy would call her as well to talk everything over with her but that he had a show to play in a bit and we were getting ready for it backstage.
Since getting off the phone with her I had just been sitting about the backstage area, listening to the guys banter on about this and that, watching them put on their stage makeup and stage costumes.
“Shit,” Andy muttered when he pulled back and his eye-makeup on one eye was…well, a little less than perfect. Before he could start wiping it off, I grabbed his hand and dug my nails in a little.
“Don’t get so worked up. I can fix that easily,” I said with a grin and took the eye-liner pencil out of his hand and started to touch it up. I fixed the other eye to more resemble that one and when I was finished, I had to say, it was a real work of beauty.
“It’s not what I was going for,” the pre-Madonna stated, but a smile emerged on his face regardless. “It’ll do though, I like it.”
I knew Andy more than liked it, or he’d be such a perfectionist, wipe it all off and start again. I knew he had to actually love it. I smiled quite largely, “I’m glad you do.” I pushed some of his unruly hair out of his face and pulled back, leaning against the vanity. I just gazed at him, and he kind of just gazed at me. At that point, I wish I were Edward Cullen—well, at least had his gift of reading the minds of people…I would have given anything to have known what was running through Andy’s mind at that moment.
“Ten minutes,” BVB’s manager said as he poked his head into their dressing room door. I bit on my bottom lip, still looking up into Andy’s blue eyes.
“Should I go and leave you to finish?” I asked him and he shook his head, putting down his make-up items on the vanity.
“No. You should follow us out to the stage…watch from side-stage. Unless you would rather front row and center?” He offered and I shook my head, having already made up my mind earlier about where I wanted to be when I watched them perform.
“I’d rather be side stage….” My voice trailed off and he quirked a brow.
“Why would you ever choose side stage over front row? You’ll get a better view of my ass than anything…” his voice, too, trailed off and he smirked a little at the thought, I’m guessing, of me staring at his tight little ass.
“Can I speak honest?” I asked him and he slowly nodded his head. “Because if I’m side stage… that means I get to be with you the second you get off stage…not have to wait for some security guard to bring me backstage ten minutes after you get back here. I want to be with you, the second you get done performing…” my cheeks tinted pink, I knew I was making a fool out of myself.
“You’re saying shit…even she never did,” Andy mumbled and before he could dwell on that too much, I shoved him back and smiled playfully.
“Go out there and play a good show. Before I have to kick you in your ass,” of course he merely glared playfully in my direction as he and the boys started out of the dressing room. I walked behind Andy, who always was the last one to walk onto the stage…vocalists typically are. Right before he went up onto the stage, I gave his ass a slap, then started to whistle Dixie as if I’d done nothing whatsoever.
At least he went on stage that night with the biggest smile I’d seen him smile since she’d broken up with him. I was mesmerized as I watched them. Not just Andy impressed me, but every member of BVB. They were each pivotal in the band and the band I know wouldn’t function properly without one of them. They were like a finely tuned machine, well-oiled and working perfectly.
Andy played an amazing show, when did he not? I can recall seeing footage from when he’d broken his ribs, broke his nose… he still put on amazing shows. I know it was so hard for him to continue with those broken ribs, but he did it… I suppose he’d give the credit to his ‘support system,’ but I know it was him. As the guys started to come off the stage, Andy was the last. He was drenched with sweat, the smell hit my nose probably twenty steps before he was in my arms. Yes, in my arms. I had opened my arms for him, probably looking a little goofy at that point…but I just wanted him close. I wanted to again feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
He reeked when he finally reached me, but I didn’t care. I held him and nuzzled his neck, complimenting him into his ear. “You were great. The whole band, but especially you,” I whispered and kissed his ear lobe. I felt his grip tighten on me. I don’t know what the two of us were thinking…to think that nothing would happen between us. I mean I had known since moment one I wanted…this…to happen, but had he? He made it seem pretty clear on the bus that…nothing was going to happen between us, not yet anyway.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Livvy,” his voice was a little hoarse after the show, but I didn’t care. It still made my spine tingle, my hold on him also tightening.
“Tell me, then, what I’m getting myself into…” I mumbled, having pulled back enough to look up into his eyes. He was exhausted, I knew he was…so slowly I pulled away from him. I didn’t want to tire him out so much that he’d be miserable by the time he got back to the bus. I turned to follow the other guys to the dressing room, when I felt Andy catch my arm and dig his nails into my flesh a little, making me gasp.
“Now you know how it felt when you did it earlier, in the dressing room,” he said quietly and I looked at him over my shoulder like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
“Maybe you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into either,” I said rather bluntly and jerked my arm out of his grasp with a small smirk, disappearing into the dressing room with the other guys. Naturally Andy followed me in, protesting that I should leave while they changed back into regular clothing. He had protested earlier, too, when they changed into stage attire. Like I minded seeing five hot guys in their boxers… I think Andy just wanted me to see him in his undies, and nobody else. Jealous, possibly possessive…I could get used to that.
“Oh, you don’t want me to see your Batman underwear again?” I teased and perched myself up on the vanity.
“No. Not especially,” he admitted and I rolled my eyes.
“You two should just get married. Jesus, you’ve been bickering like a married couple this whole time,” Jake pointed out and of course Andy and I both shot him a glare. “It was just a suggestion!”
“Imagine what they’re going to sound like together in that bunk tonight,” Ashley pointed out with a smirk. Andy was getting rather upset with his teasing, I on the other hand was just blushing like a mad animal. Was…was Andy and I going to be making a lot of noise in the bunk…?
“Calm down,” I said softly as I wrapped my arms around Andy and kissed his cheek gently. “I’ll leave you while you guys get dressed, if it makes you happy.” I admitted and he shook his head some, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tightly to him.
“No… you can stay. It’d drive me insane, you being in another room for even a minute,” the dark haired male admitted which made me almost go completely weak at the knees…I shook a little in his arms, blushing so heavily, hiding my face in his neck. I felt him running his hands through my hair, sweaty or not…I didn’t care. His hands slipped lower, out of my hair and over my back, making my body arch into his somewhat.
“Let me get dressed, then we’ll go to the bus and I’ll be the first one in the shower. It’s my night to be first,” he admitted with a small chuckle and I nodded, pulling back from him and sitting again up on the vanity and watched him as he changed. I didn’t care about his Batman undies. If I cared about them, then I’d have to care about the Batman tattoos, too.
Notes
Word Count: 1,580Sorry this update took so long to get to y'all. I was locked out of Scrivener until now :'(
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