One week away was our big night and I still had no idea who we were opening for to this day. I was so nervous about getting our sound down that way we don't dissapoint this band. But on the other hand, I was also excited to be in front of our Seattle crowd, a big base of our fans besides Santa Barbra, California. Ivan and I were closer than ever, and I still hadn't told him about the dreams I kept having. I told Ivan everything. And I mean it, everything. But this was one of the things I just couldn't tell him about, especially when him and I are so close.
"Elleennnnaaaaa." Ivan came in from the kitchen high. I decided this time not to smoke, so he was the only one high.
"Yes?"
"get hiiighhhh with meeee"
"I said no. I don't want to alright?" I was on the edge when I was around him, the paranoia really got to me and so did the dreams. I wasn't the same.
"Then what am I gonna do? Should I- Should I just go 'jerk the stick' in the other room then?"
"So your horny?"
He blushed hard, he didn't mean to be so blunt about it, but at the same time he was too high. "Maayybeee. I'm sorrryyy."
"Just go to sleep. I'll be back in an hour to two. I gotta go do some stuff in town."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, I liked being pushed around a bit, so I did get slightly aroused.
He looked into my eyes ever so innocently and asked "Did I do something wrong? Should I have not gotten high? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Elena, I didn't want to dissapoint you."
"No, no. You're fine Ivan. I'm just going through my own mental battle, and your just high. A sober and high person can't really do much together. Come on, you should know this."
"I'm sorry. I'll try to sober up in the time until you get back."
I was still pressed up against him, tightly. He didn't want to let me go. I could see the sorrow in his face, and he knew I wasn't okay with the slightest sense of sober that still existed in his body. He planted his lips on mine, and I kissed back. We hadn't really been super affectionate in the last few days because of my little paranoia, but I did truly miss this from him.
"Babe, I gotta go. I'll be back soon okay?"
He then slid his hand over my crotch over my jeans, grabbed it, pulled towards him, and whispered "I'll be expecting you" and kissed my neck and cleavage before pulling away. I melted, and kind of didn't want to leave. But at the same time, I didn't want to resort to that to distract me from everything.

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Studio 7. My sanctuary. Jeff met me there to discuss some things about a week from today, the concert, and some extra things I'll need to purchase to make the presence of the band a little more out there.
"Hey Jeff! How's it going?"
"I'm fine, thank you. How about you?"
"I'm doin' fine, a little sleep deprived."
"Why is that? I can't have you too tired for Friday."
"Weird dreams, I'll be fine in no time I promise.
We ended up talking about lighting, extra accessories since we had a tribal look going on in the band, possibly some new stage clothing and updated gear.
"So, do you know who this band is?"
"Yes, yes I do." A huge grin was then glued to his face. I cocked my head.
"Can you tell me?"
"Nope!"
"Why not?!"
"The band wants to stay classified so you don't freak out or be too nervous since they are such a bigger band."
"I've opened for Hemlock, Breaking Benjamin, Icon For Hire, I See Stars, New Years Day, and System of a Down. Why would I be any more nervous or stressed for this band?"
"You just need to trust me. You won't know who it is until after you perform. I just hope the crowd doesn't give it away..."
"Until after I perform? Crowd giving it away? You're making me nuts Jeff!"
"Well I'd rather you be like this then actually know who it is. You'll thank me later. You will."

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I returned back to Ivan's and he was now sober. He instantly saw how tired I was and instantly rushed to my side.
"Are you okay?"
"Jeff made me practice my stage presense at the Studio. I'm wiped out." I practically fell into his arms.
"I'm assuming your too tired for..."
"Weed?"
"No... haha... no."
Before he could finish his thought, I planted my lips on his and traced my middle down his chest and to his seat belt and clicked it open.
"Screw me until I pass out." I said seductively into his ear.
He then threw me up into his arms and ran to the bedroom, threw me on his bed, and ripped my clothes off before I knew it.

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I felt arms underneath me, I was being carried. Light bleed through my eyelids, but were too heavy to open up. I then felt grass underneath me, and arms being ever so carefully pulled out from underneath me. My mystery carrier then brushed the hair out of my face with his fingers.
"Elena, wake up. It's me."
I then shot my eyes open and there he was, straddling me without even realizing it. Andy had returned to my dream again. I had lost count how many dreams I had of him, but this dream was not like the others.
"Why the hell are you here? You're making my life more stressful than it has to be. You keep visting me and it's always so real."
"Because you're not the only one having these dreams. In my body right now, I am in your position and you're on top of me saying these exact words."
"If we're having the same dream then, materialize yourself here."
"Sadly, that isn't how it works."
"Fuck it, just kiss me already and go."
His face changed slightly, and got off of me to sit criss-cross next to me
"With that attitude, why should I?"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Or is it what you want?" And kissed me.

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I shot up awake, still naked from Ivan and I's romantic evening, and just put my head in my hands. I wanted to give up on these dreams. They were so annoying and caused me to get so furious and rage for no good reason at all. Yes, Andy Biersack was a very attractive man, but he was only my idol. I only looked up to him as a fellow musician and singer. Not as a potential life partner. Cool idea but no, I envied his voice and his fame, I wanted to be on the pedistal next to him, not on the same one with him.
5:29. My alarm was about to go off so I decided to shut it off anyways. I kissed Ivan awake and told him I had to go for work.
"Come back here afterwords and we can nap the morning away. It's Saturday, and six more days until the show. Let's just spend the day together today and have practice tomorrow. Okay?"
"Promise babe, I love you, Ivan." he kissed me good-bye.
As I stepped into the car and thought about the dream, the dream Andy said I wasn't the only one having these dreams and that the roles were switched. Could Andy be dreaming about me? Yet he's never met me but I know of him? I didn't understand it. Everything was just too confusing. I reved up my bug and off I went to the Cherry Pit.

Notes

Sorry for the release of this chapter taking so long .-. I mean't to do it sooner. But hey, I should have the next chapter up in a few days :)