What If I Can't Forget You?

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Ian's POV

My stomach dropped. Jaime knew? How could he know? It didn't matter. All that mattered now was that he didn't tell Vic, or I was a dead man.

Jaime left the dressing room quietly, leaving me staring after him, shocked and completely terrified for my life. I finally ran my hand through my hair and decided that I should get back to work.

I opened the door to the dressing room and headed back towards the stage, where I was originally wiring lights. I knelt down quietly and resumed my work, still a little depressed that I didn't get to finish my song with the band.

After I had finished the lights, I went to find Dan, my supervisor, for my next task. Halfway down the hallway, though, my shirt was snatched by a pair of big hands.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, surprised by the sudden jerk. I found myself face-to-face with Bob. "Oh- Hello, Mr. Becker- It's really an honor-" He waved his hand and I stopped talking.

"That's not necessary, Mr...?" He raised his eyebrows as he asked for my last name.

"Davis! Ian Davis." I reached out and received a firm handshake.

"Mr. Davis," He continued. "I wanted to speak personally with you after the little... Incident on stage with Mr. Preciado earlier. My sincerest apologies. In addition, I wanted to inform you that I think you have talent."

"Me?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes. More so than Mr. Preciado, whom I think, personally, is an asshole. If you'll be kind enough to come back this way, I'd like to hear more from you." He led me, dumbstruck, back to the stage area. Holy. Shit.

"Perry! Fuentes! Fuentes!" Bob called. Mike, Vic, and Tony cautiously approached us. Jaime hung back, obviously hurt now. He deserved it.

"Boys. Since our previous session with Mr. Davis was-" he shot a look at Jaime. "-cut short, I believe that it's time for another quick session. Say, three or four songs." The boys nodded in unison. It's not like they had any other choice- Bob basically owned them.

We climbed the steps to the stage together, and I imagined myself as one of them. As a rock star, a famous member of Pierce The Veil.

We played three songs that I knew by heart: Bulletproof Love, Hell Above, and Besitos. I was sort of a loser, I guess, for memorizing the bass line to those songs. I guess it payed off in the end, though.

We finished, and Bob gave a standing ovation. He informed us that he had heard enough, and he pulled me aside once again.

"Son," He smiled. "You've got yourself a deal at Fearless any time you want it." My jaw dropped. "Of course, that comes with a multi-million dollar contract, and lots of other benefits."

"But sir-" I started. I really needed the money. "Not to be rude, but I don't exactly have a band..."

"Sure you do." He cut me off. "Pierce the Veil."

"No, sir, I'm just on set crew. Plus, bands never have two bassists."

"No. They don't. You would be the only one."

"Sorry?" I was obviously missing something.

"Yes. I'm sure of it now. Ian, Vic, Mike and Tony. Pierce The Veil."

"Sir-" He cut me off.

"Yes. Ian, you'll be replacing Jaime."

Heyy everyone sorry this one was shorter! I hope you like it so far. I have no idea where the hell I'm going with this storyline so suggestions and comments are always welcome. Should I bring SWS into this or no? I can't decide. Anyway. Hope you all have an amazing day!