Michael Clifford Imagines

No title

Michael Clifford Imagine (AU)

Plot: The reader is the lead singer in a pop-punk/metalcore band and Michael is in love with her. NOTE: 5sos isn't famous yet (Song used: Bite My Tongue by You Me At Six)

By: imagines--and--other--stuff

You were in the gym, getting prepped for tonights show. You pulled your body over the bar, completing your 30 chin-ups, and your overall workout. You head to the showers, as there were none on your tour bus for your band, Closer To The Edge.

Your band got their name from a 30 Seconds To Mars song. It consisted of Jerome, the drummer; Alex, the guitarist and screamer; Bailey, the bassist and backup vocalist; and lastly, you, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist. Your band was between the Metalcore genre, some examples of the genre being Bring Me The Horizon or Of Mice And Men, and the Pop-Punk genre, some examples of that genre are All Time Low and Blink-182. And currently, you guys were on your World Tour, the current stop being your fifth one and in Sydney, Australia.

You climb back into your bus, your bandmates greeting you, most of them being groans and one "why couldn't you stay in there longer". Telling them to shut up, you slide into your bunk, falling asleep.

~~~~~~

" I hate to break it to you but
You're just a lonely star
I try to bring you down but
A level isn't good enough
You always do as you please
So I'm gonna follow suit
And take a seat
And watch you fall apart
'Cause in the end
Who are you without me?" You start to play your guitar, that was a black Gibson decorated with a white rock hand (your band's logo) on the end.

The crowd was amazing, there were shouting the lyrics as I sang them, and were so energetic.

" I'll slow this down 'cause I know that you can't keep up
Oh maybe I, maybe I was wrong from the start
I might be proud, but at least I'm proud of something
You've taken pride in becoming nothing."

This was the breakdown of the song, and everyone in the crowd new it; they were even louder than before, if that was even possible. You walked over the the platform where Alex was, stepping up onto it.

Jumping down from the platform, you play your guitar harder than ever for the breakdown, " You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me

You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me."

Everyone has flooded to the barricade, their hands up as they rocked out.

"I'm married to the music
For better or for worse
You say that I'm privileged but
My gift is my curse
I can't recall the last time
Someone asking how I was
Last I checked I was a fucking wreck
I called for help and no one showed up
So I sit in the dirt.

You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me

You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me."

I turn to Alex for his part, continuing with my guitar.

" Don't forget what you've learned
Don't forget what you've heard
The truth just confirmed
I can't bear the sight of you anymore.
You've become what I hate
Sold yourself for a bit of fame
Now that the wolves have closed the door
You wanna drag me down some more
Fuck you
Fuck you."

Even with Alex's screams, the crowd was just was energetic as before, and closer to the barricades that separated them three feet from the stage, giving security room to look into the crowd to make sure no one got hurt or trampled.

For the end, it was Bailey, Alex, and I singing the chorus a last time.

" You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me

You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me."

As the drum died down, you shouted into the microphone, "THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT! WE ARE CLOSER TO THE EDGE!"

~~~~~~

As you tore your shirt off backstage and replaced it with a non-sweaty one, you downed a bottle of water and pulled your hair back into a hair elastic, as your other one broke on stage.

Quickly, you headed towards your meet 'n' greet that happened after every show. You rush to the table, and stand next to your bandmates, who'd also changed.

"Took ya long enough, Y/N." Jerome jokes with me, giving me a slight shove.

"Shut up and talk to your girlfriend why don't ya?" I joke back, but none the less, he pecked Bailey's cheek.

I smile and shake my head the the two, and moving to meet the first person in line.

After thirty or so crowd members, a boy with a green fringe walked forward, he seemed about my age, and I smiled warmly at him.

"Hey!" I say, opening my arms for a hug, and he walked into them. "What's your name?"

"Michael." He mumbles, a blush covering his face. He was quite cute.

His hair matched his eyes, and you could so easily get lost in them. He was wearing one of your band t-shirts, which made you smile even bigger than you were, and a pair of ripped skinny jeans with black combat boots.

"Well, nice to meet you Michael. You seem like the guy who would be in a band, are you?" You ask, signing that paper he asked you to.

"Uh, y-yeah. We're called 5 Seconds Of Summer. I came up with the name." He stammered, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

"I'll have to check you guys out, but until then," You hand him his paper and a slightly smaller one.

He opened it and his eyes grew a bit, seeing the ten digit number that was yours. He looked up at you, and you nodded.

"Call me - if you want." You told him, adding the last bit on in a rush.

He smiled at you, and you returned it, and he walked on towards Jerome.

~A Year And A Half Later: 3 Person POV~

And on a poster that was hung on the wall of the stadium where they met read:

Closer To The Edge, All Time Low, & 5 Seconds Of Summer on May 24th.