Beautiful Remains
This Love Will Set You Free
-----ASHLEY'S POV-----
I ran around the stage and leaned against Andy as we played Perfect Weapon, enjoying the hell out of myself. It wasn't until our cool down, Sweet Blasphemy, that I noticed something in the front row, which captivated my heart. She had beautiful blonde hair and shimmering green eyes that seemed to lock directly on mine. As the show came to a close and the fans started to leave, I waited outside the door of the venue just to see her again. Imagine the shock I felt when she exited the venue and looked directly at me.
"Hi," I choked out.
"Hey," she smiled. "You're Ashley right?"
"Yeah."
"I just wanted to let you know that I loved the show and it was a lot of fun."
"Well I'm glad we made a fan happy."
"So..."
"You want a tour of the bus?"
"Won't your tour manager get mad?"
"Nah he went with Andy to Kaitie's house."
"His girlfriend?"
"You are a fan!" I chuckled.
"BVB Army for life," she giggled, showing me her BVB pendant. "I'm Nicole by the way."
When we got to the bus, I sat with Nicole on the couch in the front. We sat there for a while just talking like two 'normal' people would and we spoke of my favorite and least favorite things about touring. It was about three in the morning when she started getting tired. I told her that we're staying in the area for the rest of the week and if she wanted, she could have my number. Happily, she entered it into her phone and went home as Andy and the guys came back with Kaitie on his back, she was sleeping.
The next morning I awoke to a good morning text from Nicole. I'm very glad that she sent me a text first, I didn't want to seem like the pushy creepy guy. I sent her a reply asking if she wanted to grab breakfast with a smiley face then I hopped in the shower. When I returned I saw I had another text message from her saying sure. There was also a picture attached to the message letting me know not to clash with what she was wearing, yes I know what that means and there is nothing wrong with it. She was wearing a light blue, off-the-shoulder t-shirt with a white wife beater underneath, a pair of white skinny jeans and some light blue vans to match her shirt. I chuckled and looked through my suit case. I pulled on a white v-neck and my black skinny jeans with my black boots since everything goes with black, I knew I wouldn't clash with her outfit.
"Andy!" I smiled, knocking on the wall of his bunk.
"Hmm?" he groaned.
"I'm going to grab some breakfast. You want me to bring you anything?"
"No but thanks, man."
"No problem," I replied, grabbing my sunglasses. "See you in a bit."
I entered the cafe and sat at a booth by the window. As I was staring out the window, I felt small fingers tap my shoulder. I turned my head to find Nicole waving hi as she sat across from me. I have to admit, her smile made my knees very weak and I'm glad I was sitting down or I might have fell.
As we ate breakfast, again we found ourselves caught in an endless conversation of our pasts. Actually, I was the one doing most of the talking and Nicole was just listening. Not once did she mention a thing about her family, where she grew up, where she went to school...she said nothing. It was then that I looked at her arms and found the faded lines across them. I didn’t say a word, though. I knew she’d tell me when she was ready.
-----TIME LAPSE-----
“Jon,” I called our tour manager as Nicole walked down the street.
“What’s up, buddy?” he replied.
“Can you bring me my Harley? I’m at the Palms Cafe. I want to know more about this girl and in order to do that, I have to follow her. She won’t tell me anything.”
“Sure, man. Your ride will be there in five.”
Once Jon arrived with my bike, I instantly got on and quietly followed her. She walked past the stores, beyond the movie theatres, and through the clean streets of the beautiful apartment buildings. It was now that I understood why she didn’t talk much of where she lived. Nicole entered into an old, yellow, run down apartment building with burn holes in the walls and bars on the windows. I stopped following her and drove back to the bus so I could think.
I gave my Harley back to Jon and didn’t speak to anyone, not even Andy, as I headed towards the back lounge. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I put my earbuds in and began listening to our record We Stitch These Wounds. I then had a brilliant idea on how to get Nicole out of her current situation and into a better one.
“Let her come with us!” I shouted, flinging the door open.
“What?” everyone asked.
“Jon, let Nicole come on tour with us. She can stay in the back lounge and Kaitie can hang out with her when we go on stage.”
“You really want to help her.”
“More than anything. I can’t sleep knowing she’s in that terrible ‘apartment’.”
“Alright,” he nodded. “Invite her to the show tonight and you can ask her.”
“Thank you so much, Jon.”
-----NICOLE’S POV-----
“Thank you for letting me use your shower, Carie,” I thanked my neighbor.
“It’s the least I could do for buying me a jug of milk,” she smiled.
I entered my apartment, if you would call it that, and locked the deadbolt behind me. I then noticed my phone was flashing, indicating I had a new message. I unlocked my phone to see the message was from Ash. It read: Meet me at the tour bus by 9:30 tonight. You’re getting a free pass backstage and full access to Black Veil Brides. See you there.I squealed like a crazed fangirl and jumped for joy...until I realised it was already 9:00pm. I ran to my ‘bedroom’ and pulled on my ripped skinny jeans, black spiky belt, and white BVB t-shirt. I then quickly straightened my hair and put on some eyeliner, as well as brushing my teeth. When I checked my phone again, I saw it was 9:20...perfect. I pulled on my black boots and my leather jacket then, taking my house key and locking the door behind me, I ran back to the venue and found the tour bus.
“Ash?” I asked, knocking.
“Hey!” he smiled, opening the door. “Come on in. Guys, this is Nicole. Nicole, you know the guys.”
“Hi!” they all smiled.
“Hi,” I choked out.
“So, you ready to see a show from backstage?”
“I am.”
“Alright then, let’s go.”
He took my hand and I almost fainted as he lead me to the venue. I was walking and holding hands with the Ashley Abrocket Purdy, could this get any better? Little did I know the little trick he had up his sleeve.
-----TIME LAPSE (ASHLEY’S POV)-----
“Alright,” Andy explained to the crowd, “my best friend and our bass player Ashley Purdy wants to do something very sweet for a good friend of his.”
“Nicole Hughes can you come out from backstage please?” I asked smoothly. “It’s alright,” I cooed, helping her step out on stage. “Sit on this stool for me. Okay, this song I want to dedicate just to you. This is Beautiful Remains.”
We gather here to sing for you, the words you've written
Each bloodshot beauty still rings true, from violent crashes
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
I'll strike the match to set you off, and watch you glisten
Our love's in time a single loss, you never listen
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
Here in this room is what we must do
What we must do, what we must
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
As the concert came to an end, I wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed the top of her hand. The rest of the guys walked to the bus while I stayed with her backstage. When her sobs came to an end I took her hands and, staring deeply into her eyes, smiled softly as she thanked me. I then realized I was losing time and I wasn’t speaking. Speak you moron!
“Ugh, your eyes are pretty.” Smooth…
“Thank you,” she blushed.
“So...I saw where you live currently.”
“Oh. I’m...sorry you..had to see that,” she looked at her feet.
“You don’t have to stay there, Nicole.”
“I have no money,” she cried. “Where else do I have to go? I can’t stay in an affordable apartment! I have no where to go!”
“Come with us.”
“What?”
“Come with us Nicole...with me. I can show you a far better way to live. Jon said it’s alright for you to travel with us. Please, Nicole.”
I ran around the stage and leaned against Andy as we played Perfect Weapon, enjoying the hell out of myself. It wasn't until our cool down, Sweet Blasphemy, that I noticed something in the front row, which captivated my heart. She had beautiful blonde hair and shimmering green eyes that seemed to lock directly on mine. As the show came to a close and the fans started to leave, I waited outside the door of the venue just to see her again. Imagine the shock I felt when she exited the venue and looked directly at me.
"Hi," I choked out.
"Hey," she smiled. "You're Ashley right?"
"Yeah."
"I just wanted to let you know that I loved the show and it was a lot of fun."
"Well I'm glad we made a fan happy."
"So..."
"You want a tour of the bus?"
"Won't your tour manager get mad?"
"Nah he went with Andy to Kaitie's house."
"His girlfriend?"
"You are a fan!" I chuckled.
"BVB Army for life," she giggled, showing me her BVB pendant. "I'm Nicole by the way."
When we got to the bus, I sat with Nicole on the couch in the front. We sat there for a while just talking like two 'normal' people would and we spoke of my favorite and least favorite things about touring. It was about three in the morning when she started getting tired. I told her that we're staying in the area for the rest of the week and if she wanted, she could have my number. Happily, she entered it into her phone and went home as Andy and the guys came back with Kaitie on his back, she was sleeping.
The next morning I awoke to a good morning text from Nicole. I'm very glad that she sent me a text first, I didn't want to seem like the pushy creepy guy. I sent her a reply asking if she wanted to grab breakfast with a smiley face then I hopped in the shower. When I returned I saw I had another text message from her saying sure. There was also a picture attached to the message letting me know not to clash with what she was wearing, yes I know what that means and there is nothing wrong with it. She was wearing a light blue, off-the-shoulder t-shirt with a white wife beater underneath, a pair of white skinny jeans and some light blue vans to match her shirt. I chuckled and looked through my suit case. I pulled on a white v-neck and my black skinny jeans with my black boots since everything goes with black, I knew I wouldn't clash with her outfit.
"Andy!" I smiled, knocking on the wall of his bunk.
"Hmm?" he groaned.
"I'm going to grab some breakfast. You want me to bring you anything?"
"No but thanks, man."
"No problem," I replied, grabbing my sunglasses. "See you in a bit."
I entered the cafe and sat at a booth by the window. As I was staring out the window, I felt small fingers tap my shoulder. I turned my head to find Nicole waving hi as she sat across from me. I have to admit, her smile made my knees very weak and I'm glad I was sitting down or I might have fell.
As we ate breakfast, again we found ourselves caught in an endless conversation of our pasts. Actually, I was the one doing most of the talking and Nicole was just listening. Not once did she mention a thing about her family, where she grew up, where she went to school...she said nothing. It was then that I looked at her arms and found the faded lines across them. I didn’t say a word, though. I knew she’d tell me when she was ready.
-----TIME LAPSE-----
“Jon,” I called our tour manager as Nicole walked down the street.
“What’s up, buddy?” he replied.
“Can you bring me my Harley? I’m at the Palms Cafe. I want to know more about this girl and in order to do that, I have to follow her. She won’t tell me anything.”
“Sure, man. Your ride will be there in five.”
Once Jon arrived with my bike, I instantly got on and quietly followed her. She walked past the stores, beyond the movie theatres, and through the clean streets of the beautiful apartment buildings. It was now that I understood why she didn’t talk much of where she lived. Nicole entered into an old, yellow, run down apartment building with burn holes in the walls and bars on the windows. I stopped following her and drove back to the bus so I could think.
I gave my Harley back to Jon and didn’t speak to anyone, not even Andy, as I headed towards the back lounge. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I put my earbuds in and began listening to our record We Stitch These Wounds. I then had a brilliant idea on how to get Nicole out of her current situation and into a better one.
“Let her come with us!” I shouted, flinging the door open.
“What?” everyone asked.
“Jon, let Nicole come on tour with us. She can stay in the back lounge and Kaitie can hang out with her when we go on stage.”
“You really want to help her.”
“More than anything. I can’t sleep knowing she’s in that terrible ‘apartment’.”
“Alright,” he nodded. “Invite her to the show tonight and you can ask her.”
“Thank you so much, Jon.”
-----NICOLE’S POV-----
“Thank you for letting me use your shower, Carie,” I thanked my neighbor.
“It’s the least I could do for buying me a jug of milk,” she smiled.
I entered my apartment, if you would call it that, and locked the deadbolt behind me. I then noticed my phone was flashing, indicating I had a new message. I unlocked my phone to see the message was from Ash. It read: Meet me at the tour bus by 9:30 tonight. You’re getting a free pass backstage and full access to Black Veil Brides. See you there.I squealed like a crazed fangirl and jumped for joy...until I realised it was already 9:00pm. I ran to my ‘bedroom’ and pulled on my ripped skinny jeans, black spiky belt, and white BVB t-shirt. I then quickly straightened my hair and put on some eyeliner, as well as brushing my teeth. When I checked my phone again, I saw it was 9:20...perfect. I pulled on my black boots and my leather jacket then, taking my house key and locking the door behind me, I ran back to the venue and found the tour bus.
“Ash?” I asked, knocking.
“Hey!” he smiled, opening the door. “Come on in. Guys, this is Nicole. Nicole, you know the guys.”
“Hi!” they all smiled.
“Hi,” I choked out.
“So, you ready to see a show from backstage?”
“I am.”
“Alright then, let’s go.”
He took my hand and I almost fainted as he lead me to the venue. I was walking and holding hands with the Ashley Abrocket Purdy, could this get any better? Little did I know the little trick he had up his sleeve.
-----TIME LAPSE (ASHLEY’S POV)-----
“Alright,” Andy explained to the crowd, “my best friend and our bass player Ashley Purdy wants to do something very sweet for a good friend of his.”
“Nicole Hughes can you come out from backstage please?” I asked smoothly. “It’s alright,” I cooed, helping her step out on stage. “Sit on this stool for me. Okay, this song I want to dedicate just to you. This is Beautiful Remains.”
We gather here to sing for you, the words you've written
Each bloodshot beauty still rings true, from violent crashes
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
I'll strike the match to set you off, and watch you glisten
Our love's in time a single loss, you never listen
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
Here in this room is what we must do
What we must do, what we must
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
As the concert came to an end, I wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed the top of her hand. The rest of the guys walked to the bus while I stayed with her backstage. When her sobs came to an end I took her hands and, staring deeply into her eyes, smiled softly as she thanked me. I then realized I was losing time and I wasn’t speaking. Speak you moron!
“Ugh, your eyes are pretty.” Smooth…
“Thank you,” she blushed.
“So...I saw where you live currently.”
“Oh. I’m...sorry you..had to see that,” she looked at her feet.
“You don’t have to stay there, Nicole.”
“I have no money,” she cried. “Where else do I have to go? I can’t stay in an affordable apartment! I have no where to go!”
“Come with us.”
“What?”
“Come with us Nicole...with me. I can show you a far better way to live. Jon said it’s alright for you to travel with us. Please, Nicole.”
Notes
First chapter of many events to come. Let me know what you guys think so far. I love you guys and don't let anyone bring you down.
@Love the view from your heart
Lol I'll think about it ;)
6/18/14