I'm a Loaded Gun
Revelation
Reyas POV
My stupid hands won't stop shaking. I'm trying not to drop my mic.
"Here we go!" Siren yells as she runs on stage with her guitar. Allie starts the drum pattern and Tyler and Dayan follow her in stage. My feet are glued to the wood floor of the side stage. I cant move. There's are so many people out in that audience. The music festival had maybe, at most, 100 people in the crowd. There are 400 seats in this venue. The producers are watching my every move. This was the first show. Someone shoves me from behind onto the stage, I trip and stumble onto the stage. I start the first verse of Theater one of the covers we are playing. I'm a beat behind. I jump into a line earlier and get back on track. "I hide backstage, keep the curtains closed because I'm scared, I'm scared," Well isnt that the damn truth. the lights on the stage are revolving and flashing different colors down on us and into our eyes, practically blinding me. Wow, I've fucked this up good in just the first thirty seconds on stage. I try to recover and we get through the song. Siren comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, "Chill, Rey. Get yourself together." I nod.
"How is everyone doing tonight?" I yell into the mic. We get a few yells. Damn this. "Sorry, guys, it's little much up here for us. We are from a small town in Illinois and this is our first show in a big venue." Why the fuck did I just say that? Real professional.
I pull in a deep breath, my chest shaking. "Our next song is a cover called 'Wasting Away' by Tonight Alive!"
I start the song and Siren comes in with the guitar in the background. The band kicks in and I start settling. Siren comes up beside me again and holds her guitar, leaning over the side of the stage and making funny rockish faces at the crowd. I walk across the stage with my mic and lean over, trying to get the crowd to jump around and stuff and I finally get a few people to move around as I hit the chorus. The second verse gets a few more people to jump and sing along. I start getting really aggressive, running around the stage and jumping around with my mic.
"And so the sky becomes a dream, I never dreamt because I'm just too busy,
waiting for nothing and wasting away! So the sky, it watched my dreams,
fall to pieces right in front of me because I'm just too busy waiting for nothing and wasting away!"
the song softens and I practically yell by now into the mic. I see the start of a mosh pit in the front center of the crowd. We end the song and Im finally not shaking anymore.
"OK, who here wwant to hear an original by us?" I ask. We get a decent reply of yells and yeahs. "This is an original song, composed by me, and our amazing guitarist Siren Campbell. This is Hollow!"
I can't even explain how much better I feel to perform Hollow now. The new lyrics have made the song come together more and I love the feeling of flying when I'm singing my words, and my lyrics. The new equipment the label is letting us use makes us no longer sound like a shitty garage band, but a professsional rock band. We play through Revival and Curiiousity, two songs from the label they assigned to us and a cover of Flyleafs All Around me. By the end, we had the full crowd screaming. I was drenched in sweat and my bangs were wet and stuck to my head from all the running around and jumping. "Alright guys, thank you for rockin out with us, here they are. The...BLACK. VEIL. BRIDES!" ..
I ran off the stage, passing CC, Jake, Jinxx, and Ashley. Andy stopped me and gave me a smooch and then let me go, running onto the stage. "HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU CHICAGO?!" Andy growled into his mic, recieving a ton of yells.
I collapsed onto the cold concrete floor backstage and layed on my back, like making a snow angle. I layed my arms out and panted. I had to catch my breath and I was so exhausted. Siren came over and poured a bottle of cold water on my face and chest.
"Ahhh, god Siren! That's fucking freezing!!" I yelled as jumped up, flapping my shirt to dry it.
"That's for the ice fight!" she yelled back.
We followed a guard to our backstage dressing area, where I decided to take a shower. I felt better after getting my hair clean and my clothes were now dry. I put on perfume to hide the sweat. I dried off my hair and combed it flat as possible and stuck it in a bun with my bangs down in my face like usual. I redid my makeup just as the guard called for us to go for signing with BVB.
We sat down at a big table next to the BVB table and a line of people came through. We signed tickets, peoples t shirts (not ours, we don't have merch yet), books, and even shoes. After the hour signing, I thought my hand was going to fall off. The guys left with their manager to go handle some interview stuff and we returned to our bus. I crashed as soon was I got back on. I layed in bed for a moment and finally decided to change into something so I could sleep. I wiggled out of my skin tight ripped jeans and pulled off my black tank top and leather vest. I threw on some cotton shorts and a black band shirt, not even looking at which one. I layed back on my bed and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. I didn't even bother to pull on my blanket. I rested my head in my pillow. I'm just glad that hangover is gone. The door to the bus open and closed a few times. I could hear people walking around. I was so tired and wanted to just crash and sleep. I couldn't help but smile as a warm arm wrapped around me, and I felt my shoudlers resting against his chest. I turned over, my face right next to Andy's. "Hello," I whispered.
"Hello," he whispered back as he smiled. He closed his eyes and gave me a peck on my lips. "How are you feeling?"
"Now that I'm not hungover I feel good. I'm just exhausted."
"I bet, how about we just enjoy some alone time?" he said as he reached behind him and pulled the curtains to my bunk closed.
"I like alone time." I smiled and pushed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we layed on our sides. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled himself closer to me. I turned my head to the other side, switching the tilt of our heads. I tangled my legs with Andys. My hands slid down his collar and onto his chest. I let them trail to his waistline and I grabbed the bottom seem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He released me and held out his arms. I dropped it behind him and he reached for my t shirt. It joined his on the side of the bunk. His lips reconnected with mine, melting them together. I smiled as I could feel his lip ring against my bottom lip. I pulled myself even closer to him. His hand slid down my side and onto my thigh, held it up to his hip, pulling himself hip to hip with me. We rolled slightly and he was barely hovering over me. He kissed my lips and then the side of my mouth, placing his lips gently on my jaw and to the base of my ear, where he started gently biting my neck to my collarbone. I don't know what happened but I accidentally let out a light moan as he kissed and sucked on the skin under my shoudlers bone. He laughed in a kiss, and continued trailing down to my stomach, I let out a giggle as he kissed the center of my stomach, I'm extremely ticklish. Andy stopped kissing me and started tickling my sides. I starting laughing very loud. He tickled my sides and stomach. I started tricking around, trying to get away from it.
"OH MY GOD GO TO BED!" Dylan yelled from the bunk across frm mine, and Andy and I started laughing harder. He rolled off me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoudler and closed my eyes as I snuggled into his chest. His arms tighter and I wrapped my arm around his waist. He kissed my temple.
"Goodnight Reya," he whispered.
"Goodnight, Andy...I love you," I whispered as I put a kiss on his chest.
"I love you too," he said as I began to feel him drifting off.
My stupid hands won't stop shaking. I'm trying not to drop my mic.
"Here we go!" Siren yells as she runs on stage with her guitar. Allie starts the drum pattern and Tyler and Dayan follow her in stage. My feet are glued to the wood floor of the side stage. I cant move. There's are so many people out in that audience. The music festival had maybe, at most, 100 people in the crowd. There are 400 seats in this venue. The producers are watching my every move. This was the first show. Someone shoves me from behind onto the stage, I trip and stumble onto the stage. I start the first verse of Theater one of the covers we are playing. I'm a beat behind. I jump into a line earlier and get back on track. "I hide backstage, keep the curtains closed because I'm scared, I'm scared," Well isnt that the damn truth. the lights on the stage are revolving and flashing different colors down on us and into our eyes, practically blinding me. Wow, I've fucked this up good in just the first thirty seconds on stage. I try to recover and we get through the song. Siren comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, "Chill, Rey. Get yourself together." I nod.
"How is everyone doing tonight?" I yell into the mic. We get a few yells. Damn this. "Sorry, guys, it's little much up here for us. We are from a small town in Illinois and this is our first show in a big venue." Why the fuck did I just say that? Real professional.
I pull in a deep breath, my chest shaking. "Our next song is a cover called 'Wasting Away' by Tonight Alive!"
I start the song and Siren comes in with the guitar in the background. The band kicks in and I start settling. Siren comes up beside me again and holds her guitar, leaning over the side of the stage and making funny rockish faces at the crowd. I walk across the stage with my mic and lean over, trying to get the crowd to jump around and stuff and I finally get a few people to move around as I hit the chorus. The second verse gets a few more people to jump and sing along. I start getting really aggressive, running around the stage and jumping around with my mic.
"And so the sky becomes a dream, I never dreamt because I'm just too busy,
waiting for nothing and wasting away! So the sky, it watched my dreams,
fall to pieces right in front of me because I'm just too busy waiting for nothing and wasting away!"
the song softens and I practically yell by now into the mic. I see the start of a mosh pit in the front center of the crowd. We end the song and Im finally not shaking anymore.
"OK, who here wwant to hear an original by us?" I ask. We get a decent reply of yells and yeahs. "This is an original song, composed by me, and our amazing guitarist Siren Campbell. This is Hollow!"
I can't even explain how much better I feel to perform Hollow now. The new lyrics have made the song come together more and I love the feeling of flying when I'm singing my words, and my lyrics. The new equipment the label is letting us use makes us no longer sound like a shitty garage band, but a professsional rock band. We play through Revival and Curiiousity, two songs from the label they assigned to us and a cover of Flyleafs All Around me. By the end, we had the full crowd screaming. I was drenched in sweat and my bangs were wet and stuck to my head from all the running around and jumping. "Alright guys, thank you for rockin out with us, here they are. The...BLACK. VEIL. BRIDES!" ..
I ran off the stage, passing CC, Jake, Jinxx, and Ashley. Andy stopped me and gave me a smooch and then let me go, running onto the stage. "HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU CHICAGO?!" Andy growled into his mic, recieving a ton of yells.
I collapsed onto the cold concrete floor backstage and layed on my back, like making a snow angle. I layed my arms out and panted. I had to catch my breath and I was so exhausted. Siren came over and poured a bottle of cold water on my face and chest.
"Ahhh, god Siren! That's fucking freezing!!" I yelled as jumped up, flapping my shirt to dry it.
"That's for the ice fight!" she yelled back.
We followed a guard to our backstage dressing area, where I decided to take a shower. I felt better after getting my hair clean and my clothes were now dry. I put on perfume to hide the sweat. I dried off my hair and combed it flat as possible and stuck it in a bun with my bangs down in my face like usual. I redid my makeup just as the guard called for us to go for signing with BVB.
We sat down at a big table next to the BVB table and a line of people came through. We signed tickets, peoples t shirts (not ours, we don't have merch yet), books, and even shoes. After the hour signing, I thought my hand was going to fall off. The guys left with their manager to go handle some interview stuff and we returned to our bus. I crashed as soon was I got back on. I layed in bed for a moment and finally decided to change into something so I could sleep. I wiggled out of my skin tight ripped jeans and pulled off my black tank top and leather vest. I threw on some cotton shorts and a black band shirt, not even looking at which one. I layed back on my bed and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. I didn't even bother to pull on my blanket. I rested my head in my pillow. I'm just glad that hangover is gone. The door to the bus open and closed a few times. I could hear people walking around. I was so tired and wanted to just crash and sleep. I couldn't help but smile as a warm arm wrapped around me, and I felt my shoudlers resting against his chest. I turned over, my face right next to Andy's. "Hello," I whispered.
"Hello," he whispered back as he smiled. He closed his eyes and gave me a peck on my lips. "How are you feeling?"
"Now that I'm not hungover I feel good. I'm just exhausted."
"I bet, how about we just enjoy some alone time?" he said as he reached behind him and pulled the curtains to my bunk closed.
"I like alone time." I smiled and pushed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we layed on our sides. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled himself closer to me. I turned my head to the other side, switching the tilt of our heads. I tangled my legs with Andys. My hands slid down his collar and onto his chest. I let them trail to his waistline and I grabbed the bottom seem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He released me and held out his arms. I dropped it behind him and he reached for my t shirt. It joined his on the side of the bunk. His lips reconnected with mine, melting them together. I smiled as I could feel his lip ring against my bottom lip. I pulled myself even closer to him. His hand slid down my side and onto my thigh, held it up to his hip, pulling himself hip to hip with me. We rolled slightly and he was barely hovering over me. He kissed my lips and then the side of my mouth, placing his lips gently on my jaw and to the base of my ear, where he started gently biting my neck to my collarbone. I don't know what happened but I accidentally let out a light moan as he kissed and sucked on the skin under my shoudlers bone. He laughed in a kiss, and continued trailing down to my stomach, I let out a giggle as he kissed the center of my stomach, I'm extremely ticklish. Andy stopped kissing me and started tickling my sides. I starting laughing very loud. He tickled my sides and stomach. I started tricking around, trying to get away from it.
"OH MY GOD GO TO BED!" Dylan yelled from the bunk across frm mine, and Andy and I started laughing harder. He rolled off me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoudler and closed my eyes as I snuggled into his chest. His arms tighter and I wrapped my arm around his waist. He kissed my temple.
"Goodnight Reya," he whispered.
"Goodnight, Andy...I love you," I whispered as I put a kiss on his chest.
"I love you too," he said as I began to feel him drifting off.
Go till you have no more and then make that the end please dont make a sequel
8/27/15