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JOSH DUN

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         I walk over to the venue and get through security. I'm fully kitted out in my Twenty One Pilots merch, and get to The Pit very quickly. After only 5-6 minutes, there are people surrounding me. I got here early enough that I got a front row in The Pit. Another 30 minutes pass and every single seat is full. Then the opening band plays, MuteMath. They finish and introduce Twenty One Pilots. I stand in impatience for only a couple more minutes.

          Hearing the drums, seeing the lights, and the start to HeavyDirtySoul excited me. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh Dun, their drummer. He usually is shirtless, and as a gay man, that is pretty hot. I'm used to loud music, so it didn't give me anxiety. I smile, singing the whole time, screaming, reaching up, and then there's a drum set on a slab of plywood. The set is put on our hands in The Pit, and we start to move it and Josh around. Of course, this is over the course of an hour at the venue, and we only have ten minutes left in the show. It makes me sad, but Tyler runs past me on his way to the second stage in The Pit and hands me a slip of paper with a number on it. it reads:

XXX-XXX-XXXX

It's Joshua. Message me later. <3

            I immediately turn red and look up at Josh, a smiling, red-cheeked, hot, Joshua Dun. I smile back, putting the slip of paper in my pocket for safekeeping. After the show, I go to the merch stand, buying a couple of beanies to add to my collection. I start to exit the venue and feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around, ready to punch someone when I see that it's just a security guard. I breathe a little bit, and get the courage to speak to her. "You scared me, haha! What do you need me for, Ma'am?" She smiles with sympathy and replies with, "Joshua and Tyler want to meet you." I freeze, and she chuckles, "Josh wasn't able to keep his eyes off of you. Now let's go." I nod my head and follow her. I text my roommate, telling him that I'll be late and that I'll explain it all later.

           When we arrive at the dressing rooms backstage, she knocks on the door, and stands outside, letting me go inside. I'm greeted by a very tired Tyler, but his eyes light up when he sees me. "JISHWA! I got it right! I did get the right guy, right? Wait, you're the one that kept looking at Jishwa here, right? You do have the slip of paper right-" Tyler is cut off by Josh, "Sorry, he's just anxious, and yes Tyler. You got the right one." I scratch the back of my neck and smile, "So, why did you guys want me here, exactly?" Tyler puts his hand on Josh's face, pushing him away. "Jishwa here is semi to definitely infatuated with you. And you can sing. SO! You wanna continue tour with us?!" I immediately get hit with anxiety.

           "Uh... That- That's not a uh.. a good idea..." I say, shaking and looking away, at a wall in their dressing room. I feel a warm, calloused hand on my shoulder, belonging to Josh. I look at him, tears in my eyes. I wipe them away as soon as possible. "S-Sorry... I'll do it. I just have to tell my roommate. He'll be quite worried." I gulp, gathering my thoughts and texting my friend what just happened. I look up and the boys are looking at me with sympathy in their eyes. "Hey, you don't have to do it. We also don't know your name, but you can stay here, and you have Jishwa's number, so you can stay in contact-" I cut Tyler off. "No, if I think about it again then I won't go. I just.. I can't stay on stage too long. My anxiety basically controls my life. I barely wanted to come to the concert on my own. I was counting everything that could've gone wrong, but I didn't have the money to take Mark, my roommate." I look down, and away from the sympathetic boys in front of me. "Please don't feel bad for me. It's a waste."

            The next thing I know, Tyler has dragged me out of the room, into the hall, me still looking at the floor. "Look at me." I slowly look up at Tyler, expecting to get scolded. He looks me dead in the eyes and starts to speak, "You gotta stop thinking like that. It's going to destroy you in the end. Find something that you love doing, that others love to see you do. That others praise you for doing. I started in the same boat as you. You gotta start thinking like me. I'll destroy myself over songs for weeks, but that doesn't mean that I don't do it for myself. It's a rewarding process. I was in the same shoes you're in. Just find that one thing-" I burst into tears, "Tyler, you don't get it. I- I tried to do what I wanted, t-tried to do what made me and others happy but- I... It got d-destroyed in front of my eyes. I was a st- streamer on Twitch, and one of my tournaments... I- I got defaced. I- I got in second place to a- a ch-cheater. The officials didn't s-see it. They thought I wa- was running all o-f those hacks whe-n it was h-him. I- I used to be famous... And now I'm infamous..." I fall onto the ground, head in my hands, hands on my knees as I sit and cry, both Tyler and now Josh in the hall.

            "That doesn't define you." I look up at Josh. "It only does if you let it. And to me, it sounds like you are." I look at him with pure shock. "You look as though no one has said these words to you in a long time. Just- Don't let it get to you. You will always know the truth, and as long as you weren't banned on Twitch, you can always play a different game." I stand from my spot and smile. "Y- yeah... Well, I'd better grab my stuff. How many shows do you guys have left?" Tyler looks at Josh, questioning, "We have like.. 1 more, right? In the next state over?" he nods, but then talks, "You really don't have to go. We are coming back. Ohio is where we live, after all." I nod, grabbing my phone, and texting Mark. "Alright, well I have to go. It's like, 12." Josh nods, and follows me to my car.

             "Well, I'll be going then-" I am cut off by Josh giving me a peck on the lips. "I know. Stay safe." He smiles and walks over to their tour bus, where Tyler is standing there, giddy over what just happened. I smile to myself and get into my car, leaving for my apartment.