Just Another Band Member

The gig

Andy's POV

I was laying on my bed, listening to BVB when I got a phone call from an unknown number. "Yo..." "Hello," blah blah blah..."We would like to ask if we can reserve your band to play at our...celebration." I thought for a minute.

"How much you gonna pay?" I asked skepticly. "Aproximately 3.5 grand." My jaw dropped and the gum I was chewing fell out of my mouth and onto the bed sheets. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" "No," The voice

chuckled. "We always keep our promises." Holy shit. "Where exactly is this celebration..." "Holister Grove, and we need you here by 7PM tonight. Is that okay?" That was in another hour. "Hell yeah we'll be there!" I hung up

while the mysterious phone person was in the middle of chuckling.I called my best friend and guitar player, Steal, and told him to round up the others and meet up at my place. I quickly wrapped myself, and dressed in my usual BVB clothing. And of fucking course I could't forget my leather jacket

that said PROPHET on the back. I was just putting on my exotic face-paint like Andy Biersack would, when everyone came in. "Bruh, what the fuck id goin on?" Axel asked quietly. "We got a gig, and we gotta be there in a half an hour.

Where is it?!" Jacob asked exitedly. "Hollistor Grove." I replied in a monotonous voice as I continued to paint certain sections of my face black. Thankfully, the others already had their "makeup" on, so when I was ready

we grabbed our shit and began to walk over to Holister Grove. It wasn't a very long walk, but it was really creepy there. The closest my dad has ever gone to living in Holister Grove was on the very border of it.

We rounded a corner when all of a sudden, three kids popped out of a bush, trying to scare us. When they saw we had no reaction, "What's your problem, you little self-harming emo?" The "Leader" asked me. He made

my blood boil. The leader and his little gang laughed like there was a really funny joke going around. "I don't see what's funny, you gay ass bitches." I growled. They stopped, turned their full attention on me. "You shut up you

stupid emo bastard." "Mini Bieber." He looked pissed off all of a sudden. "Listen, you little bitch I'l-" "Back off dude." Said a guy in a black hoodie with the hood up, and dark shades. They kids backed away quickly. "Sorry

about them, their always a bunch of dickbags." His choice of words made me laugh. The shape of his face and the way he talked reminded me of someone....I shook the thought, it couldn't be who I thought it was. It was

impossible. "Thanks dude." I mumbled as we began walking. "You guys on your way to the party?" The stranger asked curiously, following us. "Yeah, why? You headed there too?" "Yeah, my band and I are playing there." I

knew there would be someone else. Ugh..."Cool....same here." He looked between me and the guys, as if he had just noticed that we were holding our instruments. "Oh...that's cool..." He said awkwardly. "So...you guys

are BVB fans?" "We all are, but Andy over here is the biggest." Kasey stated. "Dude..." I shot at him. They stranger had silenced himself until we reached our destination, which was when other dudes waved him over-all

in different colored hoodie's and shades. When we got there, some woman came up and asked if we were the people she called up earlier today. "Uh...yeah, we are..." I said a bit awkwardly when she started rubbing

herself up on me and looking in the way of the other dude we had talked to earlier. I backed myself up, and asked, "So...where the hell do we go?" She stared up at me for a minute-I will admit, I'm a bit (A Lot) taller than most

girls, but who gives a shit, no one knows.