Fifty Shades Of Andrew Biersack

I sigh as I poured myself a large cup of coffee. I took a large sip and stared out the window. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining and the sky was clear blue. I checked the clock, 06:27. One hour left until I had to jump in my car and drive the 30 minutes to L.A. I was doing an interview with the Black Veil Brides front man, Andrew Biersack. One of the most talked about lead singers right now. I wasn’t really into the whole rock n’ roll thing, but our newspaper decided they wanted to do an article of him, so I volunteered. I didn’t know shit about him though; I had done my research about the band, read a few comments and checked out his Instagram. But other than that, I had no idea.

From what I could tell from his Instagram; he is a very good-looking man I had to admit. His sharp blue eyes, his black hair. I don’t know, there was something about him.

I jumped when my phone started vibrating on the counter. I answered it tiredly.
- “Hello Tara!” I said
- “Morning, Nicci! So, are you ready to break my heart and go interview Andrew Biersack?” She giggled
- “Yeah, honey. I’m sorry. I would totally bring you if I could. I know you’re crazy about him.” I smiled.

Tara had been a black veil brides fan for a couple of months. To be honest I don’t know if she ever would’ve listened to the band if it wasn’t for the time she stumbled over Andrews Instagram account and basically fell in love right there.

At exactly 07.00 I started the engine in my tiny three-doored car.
- “Here we go, hubby!” I said and my old ford and me was on the road again.

It was 07:27 when I arrived. I thought I must’ve been late and as I stepped through the door to the big fancy record label I had to stop for a moment and breathe. I walked up to the reception and the tall woman in a suite smiled at me.
- “How may I help you, miss?”
- “Uh, I’m here to see Andrew Biersack of Black Veil Brides, mam.” I said polite.
- “Please sit down, He’ll be here in a minute.” She said and wrote something on her computer.

I sat down in the relatively small lounge and waited. It was a dark red shade on the walls, with a shiny black floor. As I sat there feeling totally misplaced, a bunch of rock n roll guys walked through the entrance.
- “Hello Rita! How you doing today?” One of them said.
All of them were covered in tattoos and they all looked like they just woke up.
- “All good, Ronnie!” she answered politely as the guys walked off through a corridor.
I looked down at my clothes and felt like a fucking princess. I felt a little uncomfortable and frightened to be honest.

I was about to grab a glass of water when a tall skinny guy approached me. He was wearing sunglasses and a black jeans vest with a white linen underneath. He looked very stylish for being a rockstar.
- “Miss Cox?” He said with a deep voice.
- “Oh, uh.. Yes” I stood up nervously and reached out my hand.
He shook it politely and guided me into a small conference room.
- “Is this okay?” He asked and sat down at the end of the table.
- “This will do just fine.” I said and sat down a few chairs away from him.
I nervously picked up my paper and pen, the questions and a recorder. I could feel his stare piercing through me. He was sitting leaned back in a leather chair with his hands clapped together in front of him.
- “I-is it okay if I record your answers, sir?” I asked and froze my motions to carefully look up at him.
- “Of course.” He answered calm with a hint of a smile.

After about ten minutes of a horrible set up with Andrew sitting completely silent, watching my every move, I was finally ready.
- “Are you good?” He asked as I took three deep breaths.
- “Yeah, I’m sorry.” I mumbled and he cocked his head to the right without taking his eyes off me.
- “S-s-so you’re the front man of Black Veil Brides. You’re recording a new album right now. What can you tell me about that?”
- “Not much, actually. All I can really tell you is that this is going to be a kick ass album. If you’re a rock lover, you are definitely gonna love this.” He said with a wry smile. Oh my!
- “Heh, yeah rock n roll isn’t really my thing. Sir.” I said nervous. Why the hell did I say that, while interviewing a fricking rockstar?!
- “I can tell.” He said short. Really? Was it that obvious?
- “You’ve toured a lot the last year or so, what do you like the most; Touring America or the rest of the world?”
- “Touring America is always fun. It’s easy. It’s home. Touring the rest of the world is an experience. But it’s hard being away from all the people you know.”
- “So is there a future to be mrs Biersack?” Damn, I’m getting way too curious.

He gave me a smirk and cocked his head to the right again with a frown.
- “No. I don’t do girlfriends.” He said short. The smirk was suddenly gone and left was a slightly annoyed frown.
- “So sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have intruded on your private life, sir.” I stared down at my notes.
- “Go on.” He said and put his index finger on his bottom lip, playing around a little with his lip piercing. Damn it, stop!
- “So what does it feel like, knowing you’ve been appointed the top lead singer of the year?”
- “It’s a great honor! There are a lot of great singers out there so it feels good to be, how do I put this? attractive on the market. You know.” He said deep and stared at me. Is he really? No? I swallowed hard and took a shaky sip of water.

Holy shit, what does this man do to me? Why am I suddenly feeling like a little girl around him? I moved a little in my chair and I felt I was starting to build up a sweat. I just wanted the interview to be over. His ice blue eyes staring me down, his presence making me shake.
I was relieved when the questions came to an end and I gathered all my stuff. I stressed as he stood up and walked towards me. Holy shit, he’s tall. He reached out his hand towards me and I shook it. To my surprise he was standing very close to me, looking down into my eyes. His grip was firm but gentle.

He suddenly released my hand from his grip and walked towards the door and opened it.
- “Thank you, Miss Cox.” He said and he was back to his professional self.
- “Thank you, Mr. Biersack.” I said and left in a hurry.

Notes

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