We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Four

The crowd was going crazy. Beer and other alcoholic drinks were everywhere, people were pushing and shoving me around, stepping on my feet and running me into the metal gate that kept us two feet from the stage, but I found that I didn't care. All I cared about was the band playing up there.

They finished their fifth song in the set, Rebel Yell, and Andy took a minute to get a drink and let the mosh pit that was forming calm down a bit before he signaled for the band to start playing the next song, Saviour. As the opening notes played, things around me became a blur. The only thing that I was focused on was Andy up on stage. It was when he started singing that he locked eyes with me.

My breathing failed me as he held eye contact for about five seconds before breaking it and continuing on with the song. Just as he started to sing the chorus, he walked up and began brushing hands with the few fans lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. I half heartedly stuck my hand out, knowing that he would just brush past me without even noticing me.

He got closer and closer and then... I felt a hand grasp mine.

"Saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh"

He turned my arm over, me realizing too late that the sleeve of my hoodie had hitched up to my elbow, and looked at the old and new, faded and angry red scars and then back up at me at me with sympathy in his crystal blue eyes.

" A saviour for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm"

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and backed away, yanking my sleeve back down as far as it would go. This isn't what I wanted to happen. He wasn't suppose to see...

I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd. I had to get out, I felt the walls closing in on me and I felt everyone's individual stares burning holes in my flesh. Some booed at me which only drove me on faster. Finally, I made my way out of the crowd and to the bleachers outside the makeshift walls of the venue that had to be built just for the concert because it was on a football field.

I sat there and cried... and cried... and cried some more. I couldn't bring myself to leave the field though. I found that ticket for a reason, I just didn't know what that reason was. Andy wasn't suppose to see my scars. I was going to hide them when I met all of them at the meet and greet after the concert.

I could still hear his gorgeous voice from the bleachers outside the venue. He was singing Fallen Angels now, the fans still screaming like usual. Goodbye Agony came next. I loved that particular song because I could clearly hear Ashley singing in the background. I loved his voice almost as much as Andy's, he doesn't get enough recognition for it in my eyes. In the End was last. I began crying again when the chorus came around.

"In the end
As you fade into the night

oh whoa oh oh

Who will tell the story of your life

oh whoa oh oh

And who will remember
your last goodbye

oh whoa oh oh

'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die"

I hugged my knees tight to my chest, trying to block out the rest of the song. It was no use though. Andy's gravely voice reached through my hands that were covering my ears and sat itself right next to my eardrums.

I just wanted this to be over. Finally, Andy sang the last words of the song and thanked the crowd for being so supportive of their music and gave a mini speech about how even when life keeps pushing you down and beating the living shit out of you, you should never give up. There will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. It was random and it was out of context, but it left the fans rabid for more. Though their "Encore! Encore! Encore!" chants went unanswered.

The crowd gave a final cheer before quieting down, indicating that the band had left the stage. I decided that I would go to the meet and greet. Andy wouldn't remember my face. Why would he? He saw hundreds of faces every day, he wouldn't remember mine.

I stood up and thanked God that I had risked grabbing the harder to steal water proof make up before doing a quick fringe check in my phones camera. All good. I made my way back into the concert area and headed over to the long lines of people waiting to meet the guys. I stepped into CC's line first.

After a half hour it was finally my turn to talk to him. He was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. He even offered to take a picture with me without me even having to ask. "Would you like me to sign anything?" He asked, his usual smile on his face.

Uh oh...

"Um I don't think I... Oh wait!" I pulled out the portion of the ticket the admission guy had ripped off and handed back to me.

"Here, you can sign this," I said, laying it face down in front of him so that he could sign the back. He quickly did so and I thanked him before moving to the back of Jake's line. It went on like this for Jake, Jinxx, and Ashley, each of them taking a picture with me and then signing my ticket.

"Sooo... how old are you?" Ashley asked slyly before signing his name.

"Uh, nineteen, turning twenty in November. Why?"

He pursed his lips. "I wanted to give you my number but you're just a tad bit to young for me. It's a shame really, considering how beautiful you are," he replied. I looked down, trying to hide my blush but Ashley obviously noticed because he gave me his classic smirk as he handed me my ticket back.

I quickly thanked him and ran to the back of Andy's line, grinning like a mad woman. Ashley thought I was beautiful. 'No, snap out of it you idiot, he probably just wanted to get in your pants. That's how he is,' I thought to myself. But my blush still didn't fade for the full hour that I was standing in Andy's line. A ting of pink still showed when I reached the front.

His eyes landed on me and lingered for a bit longer than they had for the rest of the fans. I tensed up, expecting him to call me out, but he just acted like normal after a few seconds and took a picture with me. I handed him my ticket to sign and he leaned back and wrote on his knee so that I couldn't see for some reason. Ashley gave him a look after he saw what he was writing, which only added to my already seething curiosity.

He was taking an awfully long time for just an autograph and Ashley looked slightly... jealous? And then he looked surprised as he watched Andy continue to write, continuously looking back and forth between me, Andy and the ticket before turning his attention back to the fans.

Now my curiosity was absolutely killing me. What in the hell could Andy be writing? Finally, Andy handed me the ticket back after folding it and said "Don't open it until you get off the field, ok?" I was slightly confused but I complied none the less.

He gave me one more smile that took my breath away and then greeted the next fan as I walked off. What had he written that was so important I couldn't look at it until I was was away from the area completely? I exited the venue for the second time and made my way off the field and to the bleachers once more.

I sat down and opened the note. Tears started to flow again as I saw what Andy had written. A phone number was in the corner, that's why Ashley had gotten jealous, and a note was under it.

Please call me whenever you get the urge to harm yourself. I don't do this for everybody, but I just get the feeling that you need it. I'm here to talk to, please remember that.
-Andy Biersack

And that's why Ashley had looked surprised. That's why I had found this ticket. And now I was going to have to give myself COR thanks to a Mr. Andy Fucking Biersack.

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