Reyas POV
I can't believe I'm doing this...
I haven't spoken to my parents in four days. It's just been awkward silences and every time they try to talk I just tune it out.
I called the band together when they were gone at work. I told them my plan. All of them were allowed to go on tour. Except me. I was running away...god I can't believe I'm actually going to do this.
I packed the last of my stuff. Picking up my brand new mic box and my last dufflebag I walked out to my car. My car storm destroyed Saturn VUE had been replaced by a Mazda Protege 5 hatchback, stick shift. That one was my pick. (I've always loved stick shift.) My parents were concerned I couldn't handle it, but I leaned stick shift pretty fast since Seth had a stick shift 93 SAAB turbo. He taught me how to drive it and I really loved the feel of driving with a clutch and throttle. I opened the back hatch and set my mic box next to my brand new speaker kit and mic stand. Our insurance payed out pretty well. I smirked as I tossed my bag next to my other three. I had two hard cases and two duffles. I had emptied my bank account already this morning and moved everything into a new one, one my parents had no access to. The car was already legally in my name, another mistake my parents made. It was a present for my eighteenth birthday, my own car, already payed off. The insurance was in their name, but if they canceled it I'd just get my own, the same as everything else. I tossed the duffle onto my other three. I had two hard cases and two duffles.
I was taking everything. My clothes, hair stuff and makeup, music equipment, personal relics, and everything else. I was ready to leave this fucking hick town. I closed the door and got in the drivers seat, pressing in the clutch and revving the engine a few times. I had a full tank of gas and the determination to get the hell out. I shifted to reverse and drove away from the house, not even bothering to give it a second look. I drive to Sirens. Her parents are standing the the driveway with her and her bags. I pull up and she tosses her bags in next to mine. Her bass laying on its side next to my mic cases. She closes the door and hugs her parents, I have an awkward smile and wave to them. She hops in and I drive off as she waves.
"Still clueless?" she says suddenly.
She meant my parents. "Yep, they have no idea I'm gone and lets hope it stays that way till we hit the Missouri border," I griped as I tightened my fingers on the wheel and throttle. I drove to the highway, heading south so we could connect to the interstate. Siren was quiet, and finally plugged in her phone so we could use her pandora instead of the shitty stations on the radio. After about twenty minutes I downshifted to third as I pulled onto the onramp for St. Louis. I was borderline driving reckless but I was more tense that the high E string on a guitar. I shifted to fourth and then fifth as I accelerated to 70. I was ready to get the hell out of this state, and far away from my parents. I turned up the speakers and recognized one of the songs I'd recently been trying to learn for a cover. "Theater" by Icon for Hire. I noticed Siren was strumming along on her invisible guitar. I starting singing, almost screaming the lyrics as my anxiety faded with the miles.
My life is a musical, I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show.
I hide backstage, Keep the curtains closed, Cause I'm scared, I'm scared .
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like, But I don't recognize the girl that I face each night
I can compromise till I'm convinced, It's right.

What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me

I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!"

They say all the world's a stage
Rewriting your itentity is all the rage,
Well next act please, I'd like a change
I don't really like pretending, This way.

What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me

I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!"

I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!"

And the sad thing is we're all in on the action
We're all holding our breath, waiting for a reaction
You play your part
I'll be playing with matches
And if you'd like a show, you can follow the ashes

I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me
Face the crowd, I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!"

I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me
Face the crowd, I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like...

"This is it!"
I was practically breathless by the end of the song. Siren looked over at me from the passenger seat.
"Shit, Rey, it's been awhile since I've heard you sing like THAT!"
"Like what?"
"With...so much passion. Damn girl. I hope you sing like that for the producers."

Things became quiet again as she stared out the window and I concentrated on the road, or at least tried. I couldn't stop thinking about the looks of concern her parents gave as we left. Her parents actually let her do whatever she wanted to her hair, her clothes, music, whatever. No, my parents wanted me to be a fucking Hollister model. My mind was racing. My thoughts were moving faster than the car. I glanced down at my dashboard. Shit. I pulled my foot slowly from the gas pedal when I realize I was driving 80. I slowed back to 70. I hit cruise control so my lead foot couldn't get in the way again. I still can't believe my parents are doing this because of Andy. Do they really think I woukd be better of staying with the abusive ass of Seth? I'd only known Andy a few weeks and he was moe compassionate, caring, and understanding than Seth had EVER been. I was such a mess lately. I glanced at a sign on the side of the road. "St. Louis 15"
"Only fifteen minutes until we leave Illinois Siren."
"Fuck yeah! Lets show STL how we do it!" she said as she punched the roof of my car. We both started laughing. She pulled down the visor and opened the mirror. She caught me confused glancing at her. "What? Oh come in we are meeting back up BVB right?" I nodded. "Well duh Reya. I'm not gonna show up looking like shit in front of a bunch of billionaire producers and Ashley." She rubbed her fingers under both eyes and then pulled out a tube of lip gloss.
"I think the key person you are concerned about is Ashley." she stuck her tongue out at me. God I hope her and Ash won't be constantly making out. Well, we are even. I caught her and Ashley making out, and she caught me and Andy. Man I really am a mess. One day I'm trying to kill myself, the next I'm making out with Andy Biersack of Black Veil Brides. I shook my head as zi suddenly saw a mass of metal. Oh god a huge metal bridge.
"Fuck really? This is a river, looks like a mini lake! I hate bridges." I said as I drive stiff backed and tight gripped on the bridge. My phone started ringing. Siren picked it up in the center console.
"Shit, Rey. It's your mom."
"Don't answer."
She set it back down. It continued to ring until I pulled off by Busch stadium and we got down in the mess of skyscrapers and high rises. We had to drive around a bit until we found the parking garage. I payed for a pass and had to drive uo to the fourth level. Did I mention I really feaking hate heights? I saw Allies Buick and pulled in beside her. Tyler, Dylan, and Allie got out.
"Hey guys." I said.
"SOOO, where the hell do we go?" Tyler asked as he out his hands in his pocket.
"I have no idea, but let's get in the building at least. Maybe theirs a secretary or something in the door." I said.
Everryone followed me. I forgot the singer makes me the front man. Or front woman. Whatever.

We walked in a pair of sliding doors and found ourselves an all white room with floor to ceiling windows showing St. Louis. A small desk was tucked off in the corner of the giant lobby. A thin, artificially tan blonde woman was seated, rapidly typing on the keyboard.
"Um-hi. Is this Soaring Heights Records?" I asked.
She kept her eyes locked on the screen. "Yes, do you have an appointment?"
"Yeah, we are Prescription Poison. We are supposed to meet with Black Veil Brides and their manager."
"I'll notify John. Take the elevator to floor 24."
Oh fuck. The 24th floor? Really. I thanked her and walked to the elevator. All glass. What the actual fuck?
My hands were shaking as I hit the button for 24. I was practically jumping uo and down until the doors opened and I immediately jumped out into the lobby. "Whoa." I looked around. Record plaques hung everywhere. The walls were black and red everywhere. Awesome. I turned to see the band in as much awe as I was. A skinny young guy with hipster glasses and a Metallica shirt came up to us.
"Precription Poison? I'm Mark, assistant to John. Come this way."

We followed him down the maze of walls to a set of huge black doors with different band logos on it. Mark opened the door and held it open. Oh my god. This is an office? It could be a house! A huge horse shoe shaped couch was in the center of the floor. Marshall speakers were built into one set of walls and a huge desk with four computers on it was off to one side. A flat screen tv, at least 60", was hanging from the ceiling. I looked back to the black leather couch, my eyes locking on Andy. He glanced up from his conversation with a greeting man, looked like a metal head with his black ACDC shirt and blue jeans. He had a grey ponytail on the back. Andy stood uo and walked toward me. He embraced me in a friendly hug, whispering hello beautiful into my hair.
"Hi Batman." I whispered into his chest.

I pulled back and saw Ashley jump uo and run across the room to pick up Siren. He grabbed her waist and ran around with her just like Andy. The graying man started laughing as the other members of BVB came uo and hugged me and Siren and bro hugged Tyler, Dylan, and even Allie was bro hugged.
"Well, good, it seems you guys know each other?" he asked with a deep voice.
"Yeah, we spent a lot of time together at the festival." Andy replied as we all walked back to the huge couch. BVB sat on one side, Prescription Poison on the other, and the man at the center of the hrse shoe curve.
"Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm John. I've been working with the Brides here on some music and stuff. Just messing around lately. I stopped by the festival to get a feel for their live show and saw your performance, which I must say was quite impressive for a band composed of your ages."
"Thank you," I said quietly. I was sitting closed to John, straight across of Andy, Siren was next to me, Ash across from her. "It meant a lot to be playing as an opener for them."
"Now, are all of the songs you played covers?" he asked.
"All but one," Siren replied.
"What one?"
I looked at the band, looks like I was the one sticking my tail out. "Hollow. It's a song I co wrote with Siren here, our lead guitarist. I wrote lyrics, she composed the instrumental lines."
"Ahh, I should have guessed." I swallowed hard. Did that mean it was bad? "Please take no offense. It seems like a good song, however it could use some revisions. I'd like to work with you on a revision of it if you don't mind."
"Uh...n-no. We'd be honored to work with you," I stammered.
"Wonderful. I'm working on a few with the boys here already. Why don't you guys relax here for a few moments while I go round up my studio aids." He stood and walked out of the huge office.

Andy stood and walked over to me, pulling me from the couch into a hug. "I've missed you," he said quietly.
"I missed you too, Andy."
"Oh come on, it's only been like two days!" CC jokingly wined. I reached behind me and threw a couch cushion at him, successfully hitting him in the face. He grabbed the pillow. "Well damn I was just kidding!!"
All of us started I laugh. Ashley and Siren were already sitting together, his arm around her shoulders.
"I'll be right back, Ella is calling." Jake said as he stood and stepped aside.
I still had my arms around Andy. I reached up and put a kiss on his cheek. Jake and CC both said "Ewwwww." like three year olds.
"For your information CC it was five days." Andy said as he reached down and put his lips on mine.
They responded with a collective "Gross!" and we earned a "Get some, Biersack!" from Ashley.

I pulled back, laughing at the smooch sound when his lips parted from mine. We dropped our arms from each other as we heard the door re open.
"Whose ready to make some music magic?!"
Is this real life? Am I seriously still alive? He wants to work with my song. My song.

Notes

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