Dying for Adam Young (Owl City fan fiction.)

Shine Your Way.

Everything was black for a little while. Then red.

A vivid red. So much blood.

Blood had come out of my nose and smothered my body until I was cover in a fresh sheet of red liquid.

Many around me had shrieked as they saw me start to flow with blood, many had slightly laughed, miss understanding it as a practical joke, like any minute a camera crew would jump out and tell everybody they'd been pranked, some just stared.

Not one person helped. At least not until I fainted.

Now everybody was gathered around. I was lying half way between the shop floor and the street outside.

"Is she okay?"

"God, the devil has come!"

"Mummy, why is that girl lying down?"

"Ew!"

"Jeez, guys, help her!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Just a few of the comments surrounding me, draining out every thought I could have for myself.

The ambulance got there, right before I passed out once more.

"Okay, what's her name?" 

No, I don't recognise that voice.

"Anna." Somebody cried. 

Yes, I do recognise that voice. 

Mum? No. 

No, a younger person than that, my kind of age, Bella? Beth? Becky? Yes! Her names Becky. She's my best friend. Kind of.

"Anna, can you hear me?" The voice I didn't recognise called to me.

"Yes, yeah I can." I said

"Okay, you've lost a lot of blood, but your going to be okay. You passed out twice, be prepared for some very short shocks as we try to get the blood pumping again, you're just going to feel a small pinch in your arm--"

It wasn't a very small pinch. It hurt.

"Right, that will numb some pain, you might just feel a little uncomfortable but if its to painful just speak up."

I'm not proud of this, but she talked to much. I just tuned out.

I somehow just got lost in some thoughts of when I went to see an Owl City concert last year. I remember it so clearly.

A girl handed him a book she'd made. When we looked up videos on YouTube of that day later, we found a video of 'I met Adam Young.'

I was so happy for her! But jealous. Of course I was jealous.

Also, a girl handed him her hat and he wore it. After the concert, she came out and I heard her squeal "Ah! It smells of him sweat! Oh my gosh!"

Jealous again.

When he first walked on stage I just cried. I couldn't hear for a moment, I felt blind as I thought about it clearly for the first time.

Adam Young, my hero, is stood right in front of me.

That's what I thought as he walked in singing 'Dreams and Disasters.' He walked on so casually, he obviously didn't want to overdo it. Maybe he knows how much we appreciate everything about him. Maybe.

He looked so beautiful. In a manly way though. His legs are just perfection, and his arms! Flawless.

He was his usual shoes and a tight fitting top which I heard no complaints about. Quite right.

After the last song I cried of course, then the various people clearing the stage handed Becky one of his plectrums.

He'd touched that!

I wanted to scream 'I'm dying!' At them. It wasn't as serious back then but I figured in some kind of sick way, I deserved something for having a death sentence hanging over my head.

I went to this particular concert because my mum had found out it was getting worse. She didn't tell me that was why at first, but after I got back she told me everything.

Way to kill the mood.

Anyway, I got nothing. Becky squealed and shouted to me above all the shouting fans "did you see that? I'm holding his plectrum! Agh!"

Yes I saw, and I saw how delighted she was, but she didn't even know all his songs, not like me. Sure, she could sing along to them if they were on and occasionally she'd need lyrics, but I was a serious Hootowl. I'm not saying every Hootowl needs to know everything, because I know plenty of us that really don't and they love him as much as me.

But I swear, on my life, well for what that's worth anyway, that I am a bigger Hootowl than she ever has been. And she just rubbed it right in my face.

Thanks.

Adam told us as one point during the show, quote, "I am so honoured to be here. Really! Thank you so so much for having me!"

Thank you so much for us having him? Ridiculous! I would faint (in a normal-non-ill way) even at the thought of him considering coming to where I live, never mind the fact of him actually being here!

When I first saw the Wreck it Ralph video, for When Can I See You Again, I must have watched it at least 25 times in the first sitting of watching it.

It was just flawless. Still is.

The way he stares into the camera and raises his eyebrows. It makes me just melt.

Then when I saw the Shine Your Way video, not to long ago at all, he stares again and points. Wow. I literally get scared in case he can see me and I'm sat here like a sad little disappointment watching him on screen over and over and he's somewhere being flawless looking at it.

Obviously he wouldn't think I was some sad, idiotic loser, he's to nice.

Hey, maybe it would be good.

Maybe he'd be flattered I like to look at him so much.