I Am Here.
Chapter 3: 'It would be an honor.'
Emily arrived at Warped Tour and her heart was beating a million miles a minute. She had always wanted to go to Warped Tour, but her mom would never let her. 'You're mom is dead,' the little voice taunted. Emily was too excited to really notice the monster inside her. All she could think about is that she was going to see her idol, for the very first time, in a matter of minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAVING FUN?!?" the announcer questioned. The whole crowd screamed in anticipation for the next band, the Black Veil Brides. "That's what I thought. Now, please give it up for THE BLACK. VEIL. BRIDES!!!"
(From now on it will be in a POV. It might stay Emily's for the whole story, it might not, who knows.)
Emily's POV:
It was absolutely crazy! My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Andy and the rest of the band walked on stage and he was flawless. He was wearing tight skinny jeans, low enough to expose his V, and a a KISS shirt with the sleeves cut off and slit down the sides so you can see past his ribs that showed every one of his tattoos. He was gorgeous.
"WHAT'S GOING ON WARPED TOUR?!" Andy shouted. Everyone screamed with me screaming the loudest.
"We are Black Veil Brides and this Rebel Yell." Andy started to sing the amazing cover.
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"I'll never, let you down." Andy was singing my favourite song, Let You Down. I was screaming from enjoyment when I noticed a guy next to me screaming at Andy with both his middle fingers raised.
"YOURE A FAGGOT!! KILL YOURSELF!"
He was twice my size, at least, but I didn't care. Naturally, I didn't want to put up with his bullshit so I flipped him the bird and kept it right in front of his face the whole song. Andy noticed the macho moron and started motioning him to come to the stage. He continued singing.
"Our faith will silence the doubt
I won't let you down. WOAH! I won't let you down!!"
As Andy finished the song, I could tell he was pissed off. He was definitely going to rant and call out this asshole.
“Here’s the thing, so when I used to come to Warped Tour when I was a kid, I used to see bands and I respect the shit out of those bands on stage and sometimes little, tiny motherfuckers like you come to a show and you stand there. Then fucking come up here and show me how fucking big you are.
Come the fuck up here. Come on. Part the way. Come on!
You know what’s fucking tiny about you? It might not be your body, but you’ve got a small fucking mind, so go the fuck somewhere else."
We cheered in agreement, but Andy obviously wasn't done.
"I get it, I get it: we’re not heavy enough for you, we wear makeup, we’re faggy, we’re a shitty band. What you can do about that is walk the fuck over there and not fucking listen to us.
When I was a kid and I used to come here, it wasn’t about your shity, macho attitude, it was weird kids like me who got to have fun. So what you do is you fucking ruin all this shit ’cause you think you’re way too fucking cool. I don’t give a fuck about being cool, I care about being on this fucking stage.
Here’s the difference: a little fag like me tried real hard and I’ve got a fucking band. You can fucking stand there with your fucking muscles and jerk off all fucking day while I play on this fucking stage.
We here don’t give a fuck what you have to say, so I’m done with you. Unless you wanna come here and show me how fucking tough you are, I don’t give a fuck about you."
We all screamed in supporting Andy's statements, but I still kept my bird right in front of the mans' face. The man was pissed, not just because I was flipping him off, but also that Andy just destroyed him. Andy noticed my bird and continued his little rant.
"Do you know who else I respect the shit out of? That girl right there, with the brown and teal hair that has been flipping you the fuck off for the entire song and for my fucking entire, little pick me up speech. So I thank you gorgeous, for showing this motherfucker that you won't tolerate his shit. Everyone I want you to do as this girl has been doing for the past 6 minutes. Everyone turn around, flip him off and on 3, yell Fuck You! Ready? ONE, TWO THREE!!!"
Everyone in the audience was turned around facing us with their birds in the air as we all yell at the tops of our lungs. I decided to get an inch from the macho mans' face and scream it louder than anyone in the crowd. The man finally snapped and I felt a cold, hard fist strike me straight in the face, knocking me to the ground.
"HEY!!!! NO ONE FUCKING TOUCHES MY FANS YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" Andy screamed as he leaped down from the stage. He pushed his way through the crowd to come across the man who had started to kick me in the ribs, breaking a couple. It was so painful. Stars were forming in front of my eyes, but I could clearly see Andy punch the man straight in the face and then kicking his stomach, send the man tumbling down. The security guards showed up just as Andy stepped on the hecklers fingers, breaking all but two. The guards picked up the man,removed him, and was walked to a police car. Once the man was gone, Andy turned his attention to me. God his eyes were beautiful. He was pretty sweaty from the show and from the fight, but he looked as flawless as ever. I wasn't obsessed with Andy, unlike most of the BVB Army. I loved him for his songs and the meanings he puts behind them. I don't know that much about Andy, except that he is Batman. Other than the basics, I know nothing, but yet I felt like when I starred into his eyes, it was like I knew everything. Every happy memory, every painful experience, everything.
"Are you ok?" Andy asked as he helped me up. He was a staggering 6' 4' while I was a pathetic 5' 4'. He towered over me, my protector.
"Yeah, I think I'm ok. I might have broken a rib or two, but I'm ok. I'm used to pain." I said as I was helped to my feet by Andy.
"You really stood up for yourself and for me. I thank you."Andy said graciously.
"No, no. Thank YOU! You've done so much for me that this, this was nothing compared to what you have helped me through." I said with a sincere smile across my whole face.
"Do you know what? I really like you, and your personality," Andy said non-chalauntly," are you a good singer?"
"Yes! I've been singing since I was 6!" I stated with a huge grin on my face.
"Fantastic! How would you like to come onstage and sing a few songs with us? It would be an honor."
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAVING FUN?!?" the announcer questioned. The whole crowd screamed in anticipation for the next band, the Black Veil Brides. "That's what I thought. Now, please give it up for THE BLACK. VEIL. BRIDES!!!"
(From now on it will be in a POV. It might stay Emily's for the whole story, it might not, who knows.)
Emily's POV:
It was absolutely crazy! My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Andy and the rest of the band walked on stage and he was flawless. He was wearing tight skinny jeans, low enough to expose his V, and a a KISS shirt with the sleeves cut off and slit down the sides so you can see past his ribs that showed every one of his tattoos. He was gorgeous.
"WHAT'S GOING ON WARPED TOUR?!" Andy shouted. Everyone screamed with me screaming the loudest.
"We are Black Veil Brides and this Rebel Yell." Andy started to sing the amazing cover.
~~~~~~~~~
"I'll never, let you down." Andy was singing my favourite song, Let You Down. I was screaming from enjoyment when I noticed a guy next to me screaming at Andy with both his middle fingers raised.
"YOURE A FAGGOT!! KILL YOURSELF!"
He was twice my size, at least, but I didn't care. Naturally, I didn't want to put up with his bullshit so I flipped him the bird and kept it right in front of his face the whole song. Andy noticed the macho moron and started motioning him to come to the stage. He continued singing.
"Our faith will silence the doubt
I won't let you down. WOAH! I won't let you down!!"
As Andy finished the song, I could tell he was pissed off. He was definitely going to rant and call out this asshole.
“Here’s the thing, so when I used to come to Warped Tour when I was a kid, I used to see bands and I respect the shit out of those bands on stage and sometimes little, tiny motherfuckers like you come to a show and you stand there. Then fucking come up here and show me how fucking big you are.
Come the fuck up here. Come on. Part the way. Come on!
You know what’s fucking tiny about you? It might not be your body, but you’ve got a small fucking mind, so go the fuck somewhere else."
We cheered in agreement, but Andy obviously wasn't done.
"I get it, I get it: we’re not heavy enough for you, we wear makeup, we’re faggy, we’re a shitty band. What you can do about that is walk the fuck over there and not fucking listen to us.
When I was a kid and I used to come here, it wasn’t about your shity, macho attitude, it was weird kids like me who got to have fun. So what you do is you fucking ruin all this shit ’cause you think you’re way too fucking cool. I don’t give a fuck about being cool, I care about being on this fucking stage.
Here’s the difference: a little fag like me tried real hard and I’ve got a fucking band. You can fucking stand there with your fucking muscles and jerk off all fucking day while I play on this fucking stage.
We here don’t give a fuck what you have to say, so I’m done with you. Unless you wanna come here and show me how fucking tough you are, I don’t give a fuck about you."
We all screamed in supporting Andy's statements, but I still kept my bird right in front of the mans' face. The man was pissed, not just because I was flipping him off, but also that Andy just destroyed him. Andy noticed my bird and continued his little rant.
"Do you know who else I respect the shit out of? That girl right there, with the brown and teal hair that has been flipping you the fuck off for the entire song and for my fucking entire, little pick me up speech. So I thank you gorgeous, for showing this motherfucker that you won't tolerate his shit. Everyone I want you to do as this girl has been doing for the past 6 minutes. Everyone turn around, flip him off and on 3, yell Fuck You! Ready? ONE, TWO THREE!!!"
Everyone in the audience was turned around facing us with their birds in the air as we all yell at the tops of our lungs. I decided to get an inch from the macho mans' face and scream it louder than anyone in the crowd. The man finally snapped and I felt a cold, hard fist strike me straight in the face, knocking me to the ground.
"HEY!!!! NO ONE FUCKING TOUCHES MY FANS YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" Andy screamed as he leaped down from the stage. He pushed his way through the crowd to come across the man who had started to kick me in the ribs, breaking a couple. It was so painful. Stars were forming in front of my eyes, but I could clearly see Andy punch the man straight in the face and then kicking his stomach, send the man tumbling down. The security guards showed up just as Andy stepped on the hecklers fingers, breaking all but two. The guards picked up the man,removed him, and was walked to a police car. Once the man was gone, Andy turned his attention to me. God his eyes were beautiful. He was pretty sweaty from the show and from the fight, but he looked as flawless as ever. I wasn't obsessed with Andy, unlike most of the BVB Army. I loved him for his songs and the meanings he puts behind them. I don't know that much about Andy, except that he is Batman. Other than the basics, I know nothing, but yet I felt like when I starred into his eyes, it was like I knew everything. Every happy memory, every painful experience, everything.
"Are you ok?" Andy asked as he helped me up. He was a staggering 6' 4' while I was a pathetic 5' 4'. He towered over me, my protector.
"Yeah, I think I'm ok. I might have broken a rib or two, but I'm ok. I'm used to pain." I said as I was helped to my feet by Andy.
"You really stood up for yourself and for me. I thank you."Andy said graciously.
"No, no. Thank YOU! You've done so much for me that this, this was nothing compared to what you have helped me through." I said with a sincere smile across my whole face.
"Do you know what? I really like you, and your personality," Andy said non-chalauntly," are you a good singer?"
"Yes! I've been singing since I was 6!" I stated with a huge grin on my face.
"Fantastic! How would you like to come onstage and sing a few songs with us? It would be an honor."
So, I just read that smut paragraph in class.... I got so many weird looks, because of the sounds and faces I was making. Just like trying not to die.
1/21/15