Heartstrings {Bobby Worst x Bryce Tankthrust}

Cue Intro

A/N: enjoy the first of five parts of this fic ;)
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The sound of thousands of excited deafening screams filled the concert venue as fans began chanting their favorite rockstar’s name. 

“BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY!”

The rockstar in question was standing just backstage, his oddly shaped guitar in one hand and a half empty bottle of alcohol in the other. He wasn't drunk, no. It just became an almost religious habit of his to get a teensy bit buzzed before prancing out onto a stage and performing ten to fifteen songs for an hour and a half. 

“Seems they're ready for you, B.” Georgi, his tour manager, said from behind him. Bobby turned to face the dark-haired woman and smirked.

“I better hope so, since daddy's about to give them all one hell of a good time.”

Georgi playfully rolled her eyes before going up to the rockstar to fix his jacket collar. “Can you at least try not to damage anything while you're out there? We've had to replace your microphone four times in the last two months!”

“What? It's not like we can't afford to replace it.” He responded with a casual shrug of his shoulders. The tour manager sighed. 

“Ugh, just get out there and put on a good show, “ she said, snatching the half-empty bottle of alcohol from his hand. 

The rockstar grinned and shot his tour manager a cheeky wink. “You know I always do, baby~”

The familiar beat and rhythm of his song “I'm The Worst” filled his ears through his in-ear monitor. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled.

“Alright, let's get this fucking show started.”

His fingers sharply glided across his guitar’s strings, the sound resonating all around the venue which momentarily silenced the crowd before their screams and chants became even louder. He chuckled at the reaction and began walking up the stage, his every step in time with the rhythm. As he reached the top, he then walked through the thick fog produced by several smoke machines and stood at the very center of the stage. Green lights lit up from behind him as he struck another chord on his guitar, and as he opened his mouth to sing, his silhouette slowly became visible through the fog. 

“I know, I know, I've got a problem, 
I've got venom running through my veins, 
There ain't no stoppin’, stoppin’ me,
I'm evil, can't be tamed, 

Lookin’ for trouble, trouble, 
Baby, I ain't got no shame, 
The world's fucked up and since I'm in it, 
I turned out the same”

As the song neared its chorus, Zack and Shylo, Bobby's drummer and bassist, joined in to provide some backup vocals. 

“Don't be surprised (don't be surprised), 
You know the worst (the worst), 
Is yet to come,

I'll rock your world (he'll rock your world), 
So fucking hard (so hard) 
Until I'm done, 

But don't you worry (don't you worry, baby), 
I'll be sure, 
To finish last ‘cause 
I’ma always let you finish first.”

The venue practically shook as Bobby flashed them his signature smirk and began expertly playing his guitar, each strum and stroke hitting the right chords, him barely needing to glance down at his instrument as he knew his own music by heart. 

This far in his career, you'd think he'd get tired of singing the same set of songs almost every night. But nope! He loved singing. He loved performing. He loved the ambience his fans always brought to each venue he performs at as they unashamedly show their devotion and support for him. He loved it because it was such a contrast to how he was treated back in school several years ago, where people barely even acknowledged his existence. In fact, the only person who had actually given two shits about him was his childhood friend/crush. But after an incident at school that lead to her heart condition worsening, she was forced to drop out and move to a different state so she could get better treatment.