Heaven waits for no angels

AddiLynn's P.O.V

Walking into the concert grounds as the concert had already begun, I couldn't help but feel sicker than ever. "Maybe" I told myself, "it's just because I can hear the loud heavy music already, and it's blazing hot out." Sadly, I knew that wasn't the case.

I have no idea what's wrong with me, or why I can't go one day without feeling really sick. I'm a twenty one year old girl who can't even seem to enjoy my life, or job that I had worked so hard for, without being sick. As I entered through and got my ticket and press I.D checked, I could already hear the sound of what seemed to be over one hundred misunderstood teenage girls rung through my ears. Pushing through the crowd, I held up my I.D so no one could bitch that I was making my way up to the front. Seeing Black Veil Brides is so much different in person. The war painted, shirtless bodies of five men making nothing but noise made me feel uncomfortable. I soon realized that if I was gonna get the scoop on this band I would have to be extremely precise with my questions, and use any loop hole I could possibly find. Taking my camera out of my bag, I looked up to see the singer in a daze. Not seeming to care about interacting with the audience who desperately wanted his attention at all. I scoffed, took out my notepad, and jotted in down.

Singer doesn't seem to care about the shrieking fans
dying for his attention.

I may have been exaggerating over one second of a dazed thought, but I take my job very seriously, and I don't lie to my readers. This job could make bands, or break them. The choice was all up to me.

After the last three songs, the band closed the show and went to greet fans. Following strict orders from their management, I headed to the staff bus and awaited our interview.

Notes

There's never really action in the first chapter.