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The Life Of A Merch Girl (Vic Fuentes #1)

I haven't updated this in forever and I'm really sorry about that, but I have been really busy lately. Hope you enjoy!

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You were the merchandise manager to the one and only Pierce The Veil. You might be wondering how you got to this position, well it wasn't easy.

You started as a Music Business Major with a dream, but working behind a desk was definitely not ideal. You wanted to go out in the world and explore, live a little before settling down.

That's when one of your close friend's, who was one of Pierce The Veil's guitar techs, asked you to fill in for the original merch guy that bailed a day before tour started. You said yes and packed all of your things. The job kind of fell into your lap and the rest is history.

Now, boxes and boxes of merchandise surrounded you. Luckily, you had help from some of the security that were on break when you arrived. Who knew that a couple of hair twirls and a few eyelash bats would get you forty-five minutes worth of work done in fifteen. But now you had to organize the mearchandise in an eyecatching way that will attract costumers and that will take a while, since you were a perfectionist when it came to this.

It made you kind of upset how underappreciated merch people are, they have to go through all of this and then have to deal with rude customers and dumb questions. Plus after the show, while the bands and techs are out having a drink, the merch guys and gals are still a the venue, taking care of business.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" a familiar male voice called out, catching you by surprise. You tripped and fell over the boxes that surrounded your feet. The back of your head hit the ground with a loud CRRAACK. Spots started to cloud your vision. When you attempted to move, a sharp pain was sent shooting up your leg.

"(Y/N)!" the voice yelled. You tried to speak, but it only came out as a groan. The person kneeled by your side, but you couldn't make out who it was. Everything around you was spinning and all you could think about was the pain. You felt the person touch your arm and

"Here, can you stand up?" You shook your head. Your ears were ringing and the weight of your head was becoming too much to bare. Your eyelids began to droop.

"Mike! Tony! Jaime! Someone! (Y/N), stay with me! Don't-" The voice became incoherant and you felt yourself begin to slip away.

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You tried to open your eyes, but you were blinded by a bright light.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," the voice from before said gently.

"Where am I? What happened? How long have I been out?" you asked frantically, trying to sit up, but the pain in your head was still appahrent.

"Don't worry, everything's fine. We're at the hospital. You tripped over some boxes after I scared you. Which, by the way, I am so sorry about. You fractured your ankle and passed out. And you've been out for about... two hours," the voice said again. You looked over and saw that it was the Vic Fuentes sitting at your bed side. Your heart beat quickened and butterflies-- No, scratch that-- a whole zoo began attacking your stomach.

This was your second tour with Pierce The Veil, but throughout all of this time you had never really talked to Vic like this. That didn't stop you from forming a massive crush on him.

"Did you already play the show?" you asked.

"No, not yet. We play in about an hour and a half." Vic replied.

"I have to get back! Did someone take care of the rest of the mer-" you said, trying to sit up again, but quickly layed back down. A sharp pain attacked your temple.