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Biersack Enterprises

Biersack Enterprises

"Stop! Don't leave them alone please you need to wake up now!" The man's voice rang out endlessly inside of his head again and again. The dream was always just a black room with no one there. Who the hell was yelling at him and who did he need to be with? These were the thoughts that ran through his head whenever he stood on stage, as a phantom voice made his head split after only a few songs. He could never tell the people he cared so much for about the phenomenon going on in his own head. He heard a tapping as someone began knocking on his hotel room door, he stood up from the hotel chair he occupied. A torn up black and white striped sweater hugged his upper body, black skinny jeans covered his long legs. His hair a wild mess a top his head and barefoot he answered the door to find one of his bandmates. "Andy it's almost time to go home are you almost ready?" Jake Pitts asked with concern lacing his question as he glanced at the spotless hotel room . Andrew Dennis Biersack just gave a small nod of his head as he went back inside to grab his shoes and a lone black leather jacket drapped over the chair he was sitting in. He slid his feet into a pair of white and tan slip on Toms and pulled his jacket on over his sweater. "I already had the hotel staff take my stuff to the bus." Andy told Jake with a smile as they exited the room. Jake rolled his eyes at the concern he had for his lead singer and friend.
"Christian told me you didn't go drinking last night with them so I'm going to admit I got worried and came to see how you were doing." Jake said with a hand running through his hair as they walked to the front of the hotel. Andy looked around the hotel with a bored expression at the question. He couldn't tell them unless he wanted to sound crazy, so he opened his mouth to say something else. "I'm thinking about taking a break and going on vacation by myself for the next month." He finished with another one of his forced smiles at Jake's shocked face as they left out of the front doors of the hotel. "Are you under pressure, stress or is it us?!"Jake called out as he stopped walking, Andy stopped to look up at the sky that was so many different colors he couldn't even appreciate the beauty. "It's me this time I promise, you and the guys have done more than enough Jake it's one month." Andy answered, walking to the tour bus and disappearing inside without another word.

A week passed in a blur of different shades of grey, but he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone as he laid on the floor of his hotel room with a bored look. He was surrounded by lyric sheets and crumpled up balls of paper with barely anything written on them. He didn't inform his wife of anything as she was doing her own line of work and didn't need to be bothered. So he put their pets in a kennel back home and left without a word to anyone where he was going. He stood up to stretch out his sore limbs and walked over to the night stand to look at his turned off phone out of habit. A breath of frustration left him as he slammed his arms down upon his hotel bed. He repeated the process a few more times as his eyes started to burn from tears threatening to slip out. "It hasn't gotten any better why!? What the fuck is wrong with me?!" He yelled outloud with a crack of his voice. The voice he heard never stopped assaulting his thoughts even for a few seconds, it was stressing him out beyond his control. He was going crazy and he didn't know what to do as he decided to leave the room to go eat out for tonight.

"Please wake up..." the voice stated as he stepped into the elevator, anger and fear filled him as he grabbed his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The elevator began moving as he stared fiercely at his own reflection and yelled out. "You're not real!? Shut the hell up!" Andy's voice cracked at the end as he felt his eyes beginning to burn with fresh tears. The ding of the elevator stopping just a floor below his made him look to the opening doors. A women dressed in a red open back blouse with a long v-cut front and tight black pencil skirt stood there, with a black folder in her hand. Her hair was a black pixie short hairstyle, her skin a pale olive tone and she wore huge black sunglasses upon her heart shaped face. Black tights and pumps completed her outfit as she stepped into the elevator with a look targeted right on Andy. She walked towards him until she had to look up at him and removed her sunglasses to stare at him with bright green eyes. "Are you sure they aren't real?" She asked stiffly pulling out her folder to retrieve a small black business card. "Venus Killington at your service uh?" She motioned to Andy with her black manicured hand, "Andy... Biersack." He replied taking the business card. He looked over to see she was a therapist, a one from out of the country as he glanced at the address in a different language. "Mister Biersack are you free for some coffee or perhaps a bite to eat?" She politely offered, the vibe he got from her was familiar almost like that of one of his pets back home.

He glanced at the surrounding area they stood in and his heart clenched painfully as the color he could now see surrounding them. It was like a painting as she stood next to him unaffected as he was, he heard the elevator ding as it hit the hotel lobby floor. She stepped off first to turn and look at him waiting for his answer. The world started to be drawn back into the grey shades rapidly, with a look of determination he rushed foward into the colorful glow of the woman named Venus.

Notes

It's a story that I couldn't resist to write.

Thanks for reading.

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