Just Another Band Member

Let The "Games" Begin

We stood there for a minute, waiting for her to tell us her name. She looked suprised. "Oh! How rude of me to forget! I'm Juliet Simms." I stiffened as I took in her appearence. I recognized her now. She and Andy Biersack used to date.

She made my blood boil, the way she was such a bitch to Andy. I barely curbed myself from punching her in her fake ass boobs and went in the direction she told us to. We had our own little personal tent-goody goody,

this should be very fun. Somehow, they got Wynter's drums in here already (don't even ask me how cause I don't fucking know.) And everything else we needed to warm up was already provided. The only thing I had was my

mic and it's cord. I hooked it up, and stood as I waited as everyone got their shit together. When they nodded to show they were ready, and we began to practice one of the random songs from BVB. So we practiced playing the

song, "Drag me to the grave." Just as the song was coming to it's end, I saw shadows outside the side of the "tent", as if someone were leaning by the side and listening. I signaled for the guys to stop. They gave me confused

looks, but obeyed. "Can I help you?" I asked sarcasticly. The figure stiffened, as if he knew he had been caught. And, with my luck, it would be Juliet coming to tell me how stupid we sounded, trying to sound like the

real band. But, lucky me, it was that stranger from earlier. He had his same old creeper outfit on as he came in. "You guys....." He stated quietly. "What? Cat got you goddamn tongue?" Shit, I did it again, adding

unnecissary cuss words in my sentences. "I don't even know what the fuck to say." He said. Just as I was about to ask him who the hell he was, "Hey guys, get your asses in here!" He yelled outside.

With my luck, they were probably gonna rob us of our instruments, leaving us empty-handed and emmbarassed as fuck. But anyway, what kind of party is this anyway?

The strangers friends came in, all in hoodies and shades conceling their identities. This is what made me even more suspisious. 1: Either they were a famous band trying to keep cover until the right time, or 2: They really

were trying to rob us. But either way, I kept my guard up, just in case. As soon as they all came in they reminded me of BVB, once again. I imagioned all of them without their discuises.

Andy

Jake

Jinxx

Ashley

CC

As I snapped out of BVB lala land, I found everyone staring at me. Kasey and Jacob were in their corner, arguing like always. Sometimes I would imagion them having their own little yaoi show.

But I looked to the first stranger, the one we talked to earlier. Everyone just stood there, creating an awkward silence. My left eye started to twitch and I started to jiggle my leg. The stranger's friends smirked, as if they were trying to compare something to something else. I ran outside and

took a cigarette pack out of my back pocket along with my lighter. I snatched a smoke from the pack, lit it up, and stuck it in my mouth. I have this thing where I only smoke three times a month. And if I go over that limit, it's usually because I'm under a lot of pressure. I took a long drag

before taking the killer out of my mouth and blowing a ring out of the smoke.

"You know, smokings bad for ya." Said a deep voice from behind me. "And who'r you to talk?" I said as I handed him a smoke and lit it for him. I blew anorher ring as he said, "Wanna see a better trick?" I nodded and he took a long

drag, puckered his lips, and blew. I watched, mesmerized, as the ring he blew took on the shape of a heart. "Isn't that cool?" Andy asked me light-heartedly.

we were haveing a grand old time, when two manicured, sandaled feet stepped in front of us.