The Ghost of You is Close to Me \\ Joshler

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Josh sat on stage, his drums in front and around him, the crowd on the floor screaming the lyrics of his band back at him. He'd never felt prouder.

"Can I say something?" He mouthed and the singer nodded, tossing the microphone over. He hopped down from his platform and sat down near the edge of the stage, taking in a deep breath.

"Hey, everyone," he started, waiting for the screaming to die down, "I'm gonna need you all to be real quiet for a minute, think you can manage?" There was a few laughs before it became silent, the occasional shuffle but no voices.

"I'm sure you all know me as the fantastic drummer of Twenty One Pilots but, there's more to me, you know?" The crowd waited in silence, a few phones held up above all the heads.

"I've dreamed of being in this spot since I was a kid, it's been something I've wanted for as long as I can remember. Tyler and I talked about it one time, he actually came up with the name. It had such great meaning to him. The way he talked about things back then, it was beautiful. He was passionate about so many things, his eyes lighting up when he got interested, this giant smile on his face. It's my favorite thing to see. If you told us that back then we'd be on stage then we would have laughed and called you an idiot. Now that I'm here, now that I am doing everything that I'd wanted in my life, I just wanted you all to know how thankful I am."

Josh looked up at the lights as the crowd clapped, squinting into it as he tried to make out something beyond the bright lights.

"Look at us," Josh said, whispering now, "We did it, Tyler."

Josh stood up and handed the microphone back to Brendon, the singer of Twenty One Pilots, who pulled Josh into a quick hug.

"If Tyler was here he'd be so proud of you," Brendon whispered into Josh's ear, keeping the microphone at his side.

"I know," Josh answered.

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Hello, hi, this is the end. Feel free to yell at me.