TWO HALVES OF A FIERY HEART.
Chapter One
Well Luxembourg had been a bust, quite literally! Once again riding on the adrenaline kick of the gig, the manic, on stage antics of The Black Veil Bride's front man had left Andy Biersack with injuries. This tour's battle wound was namely a badly split nose. Hitting said nose on those drums had hurt like fucking hell !
Unwilling to disappoint the fans Andy and the whole band had still chosen to go on to the U.K leg of the tour. Breathing was beyond tough and holding some of the harder notes was going to be damn near impossible. Here they were though in the U.K ,scheduled to play London's O2 arena tomorrow night.
Feeling like total shit and in no fit state to be partying Andy had begrudgingly stayed behind while the other's had taken their Security man Muscles and gone out. Jerks !!Jake had given him one of ' those' looks. A look that said Andy had more chance of pulling the Bat mobile out of his ass than joining them. Andy hadn't been in the mood to argue and had half heartedly glared daggers at them as he watched his band mates walk out the door. At least they had said they would ring later to check on him if it wasn't too late.
As far as hotels went this one was kinda o.k but being in pain and left on his own to amuse himself was beginning to make Andy cranky. Personal belongings had already been hauled out of the tour bus so now he was stuck looking around for something to occupy him and hopefully distract from the pain. Laying, spread out on the hotels freshly made bed Andy was already finding it hard to relax. Staring up at the blank ceiling wasn't helping either.
He'd already painted his short nails black, apart from the ring finger on his right hand, which was always kept red. He'd spent half the journey there in a long phone call back home to America checking in with his parents and now due to the time differences they would have gone to sleep hours ago.Listening to the Misfits and Motley Crue had drained the last of his phones battery so while it was charging that was out. After a while Andy mused he could always have a shower and select one of the Batman films to watch yet again. Man this sucked! Why couldn't he just relax?
Pulling himself up and swinging his long legs to sit on the edge of the bed Andy leans over and grabs a bottle of water from the little side table. Taking a gulp Andy winces and puts the lid back on the bottle before returning to the bedside table. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes left beside the bottle of water, Andy takes one out and places it between his lips ready to light it. Before he can spark up he hears weird ass noises coming from outside his hotel room. Sounds like foot-steps but not Andy thinks. What the fuck? It's pretty late by now and the place should surely be more quiet. What the hell is it any way and why is it outside his god damn door? Surely it's not one of the guys back already, wasted and unable to find his key or some other crap?
" Hey out there wanna keep it down! Hey ? Dudes if that's you your not fucking funny. C.C ?, Ash? Come on man, if that's you Ash don't be an ass-hole man!"
Standing at that door Andy calls out but gets no reply. What the hell? Opening the door there's no one there. No hotel staff and certainly not one of the band playing a prank, drunk or otherwise. Oddly the hallway smells of something perfume like, definitely female.
Thinking maybe Ash has brought a woman back he goes across the hall to Ashley's room but there's no sign left on the door handle and Andy doesn't fancy knocking in case he would be disturbing something.
Now though Andy has no damn clue where the bloody noise came from. Maybe his mind was the one playing tricks on him and he should just hit the sack for the night. Stumbling over a bag he had forgotten was still dumped by the door, Andy leans down to pick up the bag and moves it out of the way. It isn't until he looks back up again that he realizes he isan't alone any more, someone else is in the room with him!
Notes
Ooooo who is this lucky being that gets to see Andy's temporary bedroom?
yeah, their days of small venues are over for quite some time. if you are really wanting to meet them at a show, then you would need to purchase an upgrade package (in addition to your ticket) for a VIP experience. they have them for the UK too. Click here to check it out, though they don't have any up right now, I imagine. when you hear people talking about meet & greets, this is what they're talking about. i've never been to one, or met any of BVB. the days of running into any of them & perhaps being able to chat are long gone- they are too popular. i imagine they must get mobbed wherever they go. though i would, one day, like to ask for autographs, i would feel really guilty, because i feel like they must constantly have their fans demanding things of them, wanting a piece of them, and i don't want to contribute to that. i guess, should the opportunity arise, i will play it by ear.
9/17/15