Nothing else matters

Friday is here and I am freaking out, I look up to my ceiling seeing Andy Biersack’s eyes gazing at me. “Oh Andy, if you only knew how much I really love you.” I sigh heavily stumbling of my bed, wearing my wrenched and Divine tank top, my black skinny jeans and black combat boots, tonight will change my life I am certain of it...!


“Hey you ready?” My dad asks with a huge grin on his face. “As I will ever be.” I jog out of the room my dad following. There is a huge gap age between my mother and father, my mom being thirty and my dad forty five, they gave me hope on love, does not matter what age, race or even background you come from, you will always find love, maybe even in the wrong place at the right time.


“Mom come on!” I yell, she stumbles out of the door closing it behind her. “Yeah, yeah keep your panties on.” She snaps putting on one heel at a time. “You can say you are my daughter Bell, it’s not a shame.” My dad sighs starting the engine. I am not ashamed being Lars Ulrich daughter, but when people finds out they treated me weird, like I don’t know, want to be friends with me, that’s why I am home-schooled, one thing I hate the most is people being fake, it makes me want to kill them. “I know that dad, but I don’t want to get a free pass.” I whisper buckling up. “You are Lars Ulrich daughter Isabelle.” My mom mumbles dryly turning on the CD player. Slipknot wait and bleed blasted from the speakers, my mom winks at my dad as his blush crimson. “You did indeed make me wait, but than you bleed.” Dad mummers darkly at my mom,

“Oh God, just stop please.” I groan leaning over the CD player. “That’s better.” I smile. “Who are they?” Dad asks as we drove down our street to the venue. “Bullet for my Valentine, amazing band.” I whisper banging my head in the back seat to Pretty on the outside. “They are nice.” He mumbles dryly grabbing my mother’s hand, caressing it. I want love like that. Sigh


“Uh, what are you doing?” I ask confuse as my dad climbs out opening the door for me, the fans looked wide eyed as they stood in the line outside the door. “Dad, no.” I groan angrily at my father. “They don’t know I am your father.” He whispers leading me to a black door, eyes still following us. “They as in Black Veil brides?” He nods with a weak smile.


“Mr. Ulrich, this must be Belle.” The man says shaking my dad’s hand, he looks nervous why? “She can tell them herself who she is okay?” I turn to the guy and than my father, ‘what the fuck’ written all over my face. “Of course, I am Jon hi, BVB manager.” He says shaking my hand firmly. “Normal fan,” My dad warns. “Unless-” “We get it.” Both I and Jon say cutting my dad off. “Have fun.” My dad finally let go of my waist kissing my cheek.


“How is it being a famous drummer’s daughter?” That really original, with one word I replied,” Normal.” “Come on Miss. Ulrich.” I shook my head side to side. “Please call me Bell.” I took a breath and nod. We walked down a long hallway stopping at a red door with the words engraved in it ‘dressing room’ Oh dear lord I am meeting my idols, breathe Bell. He knocks twice and opens the door.


“Guys I would like you too meet Isabelle.” Jon mumbles eyeing me, trying to say something with his eyes. I turn back to see BVB in front of me. “Holy shit.” I whisper to myself. They all began to laugh coming up to me.

“Isabelle, gorgeous name, hey I am CC.” I shook his hand with ease. “I know, man your drum line is wicked, they way you played rebel yell makes me shiver, the bass line between you and Ashley,” I turn to Ashley with a half wave and back to CC. “Is fucking awesome.”

I smile as I end my sentence. “What?” Jinxx asks confused making the guys laugh I just bowed my head giggling like a shy school girl. “Please sit.” Andy grins waving his hand to the white leather sofa.

“Half an hour guys,” Jon reminded the guys, they just shot him with a thumbs up. I sat down my knees weak good thing I am sitting I might fall and look like a complete idiot. I wonder when dad is gonna check up? “So Isabelle-” I immediately cut Jake off.

“Please it’s Bell.” He nods and eyed Andy, I follow his gaze seeing Andy just looking at me with no emotion on his face. “Andy ask her a question.” Jake snaps him out of gaze. “What is your favourite song?”

Oh there is so many, I should really think this trough. “Uh, Revelation, I love that song, it’s my go to song, I love the way the instruments compliments each other, fulfilling stimulating.”


“That’s awesome, so we are you favourite band? What other bands do you like?” CC asks throwing me a water bottle, I almost let it fell, clumsy bitch. I thought to myself. “Yes you are, I also love Sleeping with Sirens, Suicide silence, falling in Reverse, Pantera, Slipknot, Breaking Benjamin, Metallica, ACDC, I could go on…” I drift off playing with the cap on the water bottle.


Quiet swept the room, with my head bowed down I looked up to see bvb staring at me, I hate silence. “And I also play drums.” I mumble dryly drinking a bit of water, throat dry for some reason. “What can you play?” Cc asks of course interested in what I was about to say. “Mostly Metallica songs, for some unknown reason,” Rolling my eyes, the thought of my father. “A few of yours my-”



Until it sleeps cut me off knowing it is my father. “You have to go be fucking with me.” I grumble, trying to ignore the sound of my ring tone. “Are you not going to answer that?” Andy cocks his head to one side pointing to my jean pocket. “I am busy.” I smile batting my eyelashes. “Maybe its important.” I shook my head side to side. “It’s just my father, he is… tantric.” I mumble shyly. Until it sleeps stops, thank god.


“Have you met the guys in Metallica?” Why in the hell would I ask that! “We saw them in concert it was amazing, we all,” Andy waves around to the guys. “Want to meet them, they are epic.”

“It would be cool if you open for them.” And why would I say that! “It will be awesome yes.” Ashley says playing notes in his silver bass guitar.


“Oh, my mother really loves you Ashley, she is a huge bvb fan.” I say with a huge grin. I wish she could be here with me. “Is she hot?” That did I expect. “Dude!” The guys shout in disgust. “She is thirty, and she is hot but she is married.” I whisper. “Five minutes!” Someone yells from behind the door.
“Let’s go!” Andy says clapping his hands together. The guys hugged me goodbye and ran out, I turn around to see Andy still standing there gazing at me.


“Go dude,” I laugh nervously waving him to go outside. “I know you, have we met?” oh no. “If we did, that would be awesome.” What? That did make sense Bell. “I am sixteen; going on seventeen I don’t think we actually met before.” He looks disappointed, maybe because of my age? Fucking age yet again! “See you at the meet and greet.” He mumbles kissing my cheek walking out with his hands in his tight black skinny jeans..


I walk out of the dressing room leaning on the door jamb. “Maybe it was easier to tell them who I really am.” I shook my head and head out to the stage area.

Notes

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