Before The Angels Fell

Rileys POV

"OMG, I can't believe the concert is tomorrow!" I said for the thousandth time since I got up.
I saw Kimber roll her eyes as I opened up The Roof.
"Oh, by the way, we need to stop at the laundromat, my Black Veil Brides top got dirty the other day."
"Of course Riley. Tomorrow is your day. We will wait from the moment you get up. Why do I get the feeling you'll be up early?" She said sarcastically.
"Cause I will be. I set an alarm and everything."
"Oh joy" she said flatly.
"Hey! You knew I'd be like this. Besides, you like BVB too."
"I do, it is a dream to be seeing them live and we will have a lot of fun, but first, we have to go to work, then we can go to the concert."
"I know, I know. It's just going to be an awesome day."

Later that night, once we had finished work at the annoying hour of 2 am, we made our way to the laundromat we knew was open really late.
I lugged in my bag of dirty clothes and started loading them in.
"Do you mind if I throw in a few things too?" Kimber asked.
"Go ahead. I'm only doing a quick wash. My BVB top needs to be it's brightest white."
"This is a ridiculous hour to be doing laundry! We have a fucking concert tomorrow and we haven't slept!" Kimber complained.
"We'll be fine. We just have to load up on energy drinks tomorrow, but not too many."
"Why not?" She asked in a bimbo blonde way.
"Do you not know concert 101?" I sighed.
Kimber just shrugged.
I sighed again. "Okay, well you don't drink too much, cause then you need to pee. And when you're in a mosh, that's really hard" I explained almost sarcastically.
"Yes, I see your point. We'll work it out as we go. What time do you expect to be waking up tomorrow?" She asked.
"Ummm, 7..."
"What?! You wouldn't even get up that early if the apartment was on fire!"
"Well, this is Black Veil Brides. Nothing tops Black Veil Brides" I said.
Kimber just huffed a sigh and sat on one of the plastic chairs provided.
I just smiled and joined her. "Just think, we're gonna see them in the flesh! All of Andy's beauty and glory. Ashley's sexiness! Jake's God-like talent. Jinxx's mystery and allure, and CC's craziness and fun" I said sighing again.
"You have way too much time on your hands" Kimber said staring at the ceiling.
"Meh. I have to keep up with the music scene."

We sat around till the washing was done, but when I pulled my BVB shirt out of the dryer...
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh fuck!"
"What's wrong?"
"MY SHIRT IS PINK!" I screamed, showing Kimber my top.
Kimber's face looked concerned then guilty.
"I think I know why..."
"WHAT?!" I continued to scream.
"The colour in my red top must have run into yours..." She said cringing at every word.
"Why would you put a red top in with my white one!" I yelled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't think it would run! I used to mix them all the time!"
"What am I going to do?" I said dropping onto one of the chairs.
"Own it."
"What? I can't. I'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"Well, wouldn't that be the point? To stand out? Why look like everyone else? Make it your own! Do your own war paint and they'll have to notice you" Kimber suggested with desperate eyes.
"I suppose... What other option do I have..."

My alarm beeped at exactly 7 am.
I wanted to be excited, but my shirt being pink and it still had me bummed out. I liked the idea of standing out, but pink... I was going to get hate.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone checking my Facebook. First thing that pops up, 'BLACK VEIL BRIDES LOS ANGELES SHOW TONIGHT'.
'Focus on the show, Riley' I said to myself.
I started to wake up and get myself ready.
"Kimber you up?" I said from the kitchen.
"Yes" she mumbled from the couch.
"Good, get ready" I ordered.
I started to get myself ready. I put on my black skinny jeans, black vans and my now pink BVB top. I straighten my long amber brown hair and started doing my make up.
I did heavy black eyes, the stitches by my lips, like Andy. I also put three strokes on one side of my neck like Ashley in pink zinc.
It worked well. I guessed.
Kimber dressed in her own BVB shirt that was black and had a picture of the band members when Sandra was in the band. She kept her make up simple and tied her hair up in a bun.
"Well you don't look emo at all" I said when she was finally ready.
"Well, we're gonna be out in the sun for however many hours, I wanna be comfortable."
"You'll never understand" I said shaking my head. "Come on, lets go. We have to be up front!" I said as we walked out the door.

The line was already a hundred people long and it was barely 9 am.
"We'll still be close" Kimber said trying to reassure me.
I just sighed. This wasn't going the way I hoped.
"We can always push our way through..." Kimber pressed.
"You don't know fangirls. There's no getting passed them."
"We'll be fine babe. Once they get on stage, you're not gonna worry about where you are and you will just enjoy the show. Stop worrying."
I wish I could.

T-minus two minutes till the doors opened and we were all squished in the barriers marking the lines.
"Whatever you do, don't let go of my hand!" I yelled to Kimber over the roar of the crowd.
"No problem" she said holding it tightly.
The doors soon flung open and the force of the BVB army pushed us forward. As we rushed through the doors I noticed that I was getting odd looks from the other fans. They were all in black with war paint done perfectly matched to a member.
I brushed off all the looks cause I knew I looked better than them all.
Myself and Kimber ran passed as many fans as could. The stage was huge, but I wanted the dead center and I got it. There was about 4 rows of people in front of me.
"This isn't too bad. Andy will be standing there!" Kimber squealed.
I smiled at her. "This is going to be amazing!"

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