The rest of the day Andy and I talked about the concert. How we were going to play all the songs. Including Devil For Me, Hello My Hate, This Prayer For You, and The Gunsling. Andy said he was fine singing all the songs, as long as they had breaks. I couldn't believe Andy would do this. Sing every single one of his songs for Stacy. Maybe her eyes hypnotized him too. Or maybe he was just that generous. Whatever it was I loved him for it. He was always my role model. Him and the band, they are the ones who inspired me to become a psychologist. To help people when they needed it. As we kept talking I couldn't help but stare at Andy. Not only is he my role model, he's also, what most people call it, my celebrity crush. He was perfect. He was tall and thing. Really nice hair. Don't even get me started on those eyes, they're perfect. His lips, nose, and cheek bones where what male models have. His style was unique, but I loved it. His voice was deep and his singing voice was even better. "Eva?" I heard him say. I didn't realize I was lost in another world. A world I like to call 'Biersackland.' "Sorry what?" I shook my head. He smiled. "What planet where you in?" he asked with a laugh. I just smiled, he didn't need to know. He kept looking at me. "I guess you didn't hear my question." I nodded. "I asked you if you think we should make this concert like a charity. People put money to make us keep singing, to take pictures, sign stuff, etc." he looked down at his phone and waited for my answer. It was a good idea, but what if fans didn't want to pay for any of that. I ignored my own comment, of course the would waste all that money on their favorite band. I would! "I think that's a great idea, but we shouldn't make coast a lot. Maybe they should just give us what they want." then it hit me, "Maybe before the concert even starts you could give a heart warming speech about Stacy, make all the fans feel what you feel, and trust me, they will give a lot of money." he laughed. "So you're saying to play with our fans emotions?" he smiled. "Well if you put it that way..." he cut me off. "No that's actually a good idea. The fans won't know." he winked at me. I looked down and slightly turned red. "Does everyone make you blush, or is it just me and the guys?" I looked up through my bands. "Everyone does, if they're sweet, but most of the time its you guys" I turned red again. Andy then put his arm around me. "Fans now a days." he laughed, and I joined. I cheeked my phone for the time, my eyes widened, I had been here all day! And I was still in Andy's cloths, and he was still, shirtless. 'Don't stare! Don't stare' I thought. Just take a quickl glance! I quickly looked, but that was a mistake. Andy was staring right at me, into my eyes. I gave him a shy smile and looked away. "I should get going, its late and I didn't even realize you probably had things to do." I told him as I stood up. "We were just going to go into the studio today." my eyes widened. "I kept you from going to record your record! To go and make magic!" he laughed. "I wouldn't call it magic." "What would you call it?" I asked sitting down again. "I'd call it art, a masterpiece at the making." we both laughed. I stood up again. "You got a point there. I'll go change." As I walked down the hallway I couldn't help but feel butterflies. Andy was making me go out of a celebrity crush, to an actual crush. As I changed in his room I couldn't help but think about him. I wasn't in love with Andy fuckin' Biersack! The greatest rock star to have ever lived! I was falling in love with Andy Biersack, they guys whos car I hit. *** We asked the hospital for Stacy's address, so we could talk to her parents about it. As we drove to their house I began to feel nervous. What if Stacy's parents didn't want her meeting Black Veil Brides? Like my parents. Surely if her parents were ok with their daughter's taste, they would have let her go out to concerts. "Here we are." Andy said. I looked out his car door window and saw a small, simple house. As we walked out of the car and down the path to the door I began to get nervous. 'Deep breaths' I thought. I knocked twice on the door, not thirty seconds later the door was opened by a women with blond hair and grey eyes just like Stacy. Her first reaction was to smile to me, but when she saw Andy her grey eyes grew wide. "You're Andy Biersack! The singer from Black Veil Brides." so she knew him. This might be easier. "Oh, I'm being rude. Please come in." she held the door opened. "Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?" she smiled. "No thank you" Andy and I both said. She smiled and sat down with us. "So how can I help you?" she asked. Seconds later a man walked in. "This is my husband Tom, I'm Melinda." Her husband waved at us, and also reacted like Mrs. Hocken when he saw Andy. "Actually Mrs. Hocken..." I began, "Call me Melinda please." she cut me off. "Ok, Melinda, I'm assuming you know who Andy is, we will actually be waiting for the rest of the band. We have important news to tell you." I said. We sat and talked for a while when there was a knock on the door. As Melinda got up to answer I noticed a door at the end of the hallway. It was white but something in black ink was written on it. I was trying to read it when Melinda caught me. "That's Stacy's room." she said. Everyone turned to look at the door. "What does it say?" I asked. She smiled. "Funny story actually. Would you like to hear it?" we all nodded. "Well one day Tom and I were at work, Stacy was home alone, and I got back and did my usual routine. Everyday I got home Stacy would run out of her room and hug me, but this time she didn't. I peeked down the hallway and realized her door was open. Which is odd because she always closes it. So I walk down and I realized there was writing at the door." she smiled. "My first instinct was to be furious and I was, but the I started reading it." she looked and the guys and smiled. "When I read it all the anger got out of me, I walked into her room and saw her sitting in the middle of her room, holding a piece of paper that said 'sorry.' The very first thing I did was ask her where she got that from. She said it was her favorite song. It's the lyrics to Perfect Weapon. I told her I wasn't mad and actually helped her write more lyrics all over her room. Would you like to see?" she asked us. We all nodded and followed her. As we got closer I started to read some line, 'Leave us alone.' 'Crack bones with blind aggression' and so on. She opened the door and when I walked in and I thought I was in heaven. Writing all over her walls to their songs. Posters, pillow, blanket, etc. Some of the songs were, Knives and Pens, Beautiful Remains, Sweet Blasphemy, Carolyn, Heavens Calling, New Religion, Fallen Angels, God Bless You, Love Isn't Always Fair, Rebel Love Song, Ritual, Saviour, and on top of her bed was The Morticians Daughter. "I also helped her make these." She showed us a pair of jeans. They were black with rips and on the back pocket the BVB logo. "They don't fit her anymore though." she whispered. "This room is sick!" I heard the guys talk to each other. This room was any BVB fan dream room! Even mine. We continued to look around and eventually made it back into the living room. We told The Hocken's about everything and they agreed. Stacy would be able to leave the hospital and go on stage this Saturday. Stacy's wish was coming true...