Far And Away.

Andy heard his boots clicking against the pavement as he walked away from the Hell that his parents called School. Andy hated school-hated everything about it-from the teachers, to the other students and especially being told what he could and could not do. It was only the beginning of his Senior year, but Andy knew he probably wasn't going to make it to graduation. There was just no way and so as he walked, Andy Biersack kept going over and over in his head all of the things he could do to get out of this town and situation he found himself in. He could leave, but where would he go? Andy bit down on his lip ring as he ran a hand through his long black hair and just kept walking.

Any minute he was waiting for either administration or Flora to come running after him, telling him to get back inside, but as he rounded the corner and the school disappeared, no one came. That was fine-Andy was used to being left alone and not having anyone really care about him...he preferred it that way. His leather jacket was pulled tight around his shoulders as Andy kept walking down the sidewalk and he knew that soon enough he would have to dig his winter jacket out of the still unpacked boxes that lined his bedroom walls. His main priority when they had moved was to get all of his posters and CDs unpacked-everything else would just stay put as they would probably move once he got kicked out of yet another school.

Suddenly Andy heard something familiar-something he liked-and his head snapped up as he passed a small ranch style house with an attached two car garage. Inside were four guys, all with instruments in their hands and they seemed to be having a pretty good time jamming out. The two guitarists and the bassist-all with jet black hair like his-were banging their heads up and down to the tunes that were coming out of the ancient speakers. The drummer-a skinny looking guy with wide eyes-was also rocking out pretty hard as he hit his sticks against the drums before him. Andy silently walked up the driveway and stopped, his arms crossed over his chest as he just took everything in.

A Metallica song pounded out of the speakers and while it wasn't his favorite band, Andy could appreciate the choice. All of a sudden the music stopped and Andy had four pairs of eyes staring him down. One guitarist, the only other person who had blue eyes besides him, smirked as he stopped playing and grabbed a bottle of water off of a nearby speaker. The bassist, with his slanted brown eyes and bare chest, seemed to take Andy in and began to approach the intruder. Should he walk away? Andy wasn't one to back down from a fight, but there were four of them and only one of him and so he was greatly outnumbered.


"You guys were jamming pretty hard in there." Andy smirked as he uncrossed his arms, reached in to a pocket and pulled out a crumbled pack of cigarettes. He lit one and as he did so, the bassist crinkled his nose in disgust. Whatever.

"Thanks. Names Ashley...Ashley Purdy." The bassist was holding out a hand towards him and Andy only smirked and shook it with his own. The other three guys were all standing slightly behind Ashley and Andy could tell that the bassist had also taken the role of front man.

"I'm Andy Biersack. You're pretty crazy on those drums man..." He nodded towards the drummer, who was also tall and lanky just like himself. The drummer only smirked and took a sip from the energy drink that he had in one hand.

"Thanks dude! I'm CC!" The guy was loud, but Andy knew if he had to sit behind drums and bang on them, he would probably be pretty hard of hearing as well.

"I'm Jake-that's Jinxx." One of the guitarist-the one with the easy smile-nodded at Andy before nodding at the final member of their band. Andy just looked at them and then an idea came to his brain.


This could be his ticket-music. He had always wanted to be in music, but Andy had never been all that great at playing guitar-he didn't have the patience for it. These four guys were good, but he knew that with the way he was when he got in front of a crowd-they could be great. Andy only nodded behind the group and they all turned to stare at what he was nodding at. There was a lone microphone standing there in the doorway of the garage and as the four bandmates turned to face the new comer, they smiled.

The four of them had only gotten the band together a month before and at the time they'd had a front man who was a decent singer, but an overall asshole. He had quickly departed from their group which left them with some rough choices. Who would sing? Who would front their newly formed band? Ashley put in some vocals, but he didn't have the kind of voice they were looking for-he couldn't scream. The four guys had wanted to start a band that was a mixture of all of the bands they looked up to growing up-Motley Crue, meets Metallica with a little bit of screaming sprinkled in. As they all looked at one another and then looked at the kid in front of them, they smirked.

This kid could be it, but could he give them what they were looking for?


"So mind if I jam with you guys for a little bit?" Andy asked them and Ashley only smirked as he crossed his tattooed smattered arms over his bare chest. How was this guy not cold right now?

"Sure. I just have one question..."

"Uh...okay." Andy felt unsure of what the question was going to be, but something was telling him that he needed to give these guys whatever it was that they wanted. This could be it for him...this could be his chance to prove Flora wrong and show her up.

"How are you at screaming?" Ashley asked and Andy only smirked, his blue eyes shining almost as much as the cloudless fall sky above their heads.


Without saying a word the five guys headed back into the garage and as Andy reached out and grabbed the mic, he felt a shock of electricity flow through his body. This was it for him-this was where he was meant to be.

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