"Will you ever stop?" I ask him. "Never, it's my life." He replies, his gloved hands protecting the flame on the killing machine that hung from his mouth. He takes a long drag, closing his eyes as he blew out smoke. He offers me his left hand, and i accept, leaning against the balcony with him. I hate when he smokes, and he knows it too. I sigh, watching him. His beautiful blue eyes look down at me before he took the cigerrete out of his mouth then kisses my cheek. "Don't worry, I'm here to stay." He says, then takes another drag. I nod. "You better be." I reply. "ANDY!!" Ashley calls from inside. Andy sighs. "What?!" He barks back. I lightly punch him on the arm. "Be nice." I whisper. "Come get your stuff on! It's almost time to go!" Andy sighs again, kissing the top of my head, then walked inside.
I follow and sit on the couch. I was used to the loud talking of the guys from the bedroom but today it was eerily silent. I turned on the T.V to break the uncomfortable silence.
Eventually they all came out, in their usual get up. Andy takes my hand as we all walk out to the tour bus. I always got to be backstage with them, never wanting to go on stage. This concert, it happened. Andy called me onstage in the middle of the show.

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