The Wordless Symphony {Andy Biersack}

Epilogue - Our Own Masterpiece

    I was pacing, chewing on my fingernails and trying not to twirl the curled ends of my brown hair as it cascaded down my back.  The blue ends had faded to blond and were more highlights now.  I remembered looking at them and thinking about how pretty I looked in the mirror with the white dress that touched the ground in the back and swept up around my knees in the front.  Lace decorated much of the middle, wrapping around my little bump delicately.  I placed my hands on the little nub and stroked it, seeming to find some calm by doing so.  Stress was not good for a pregnant woman but four months in seemed just the right time so that I wasn’t too self conscious about my size but I could also handle the stress without miscarrying.

    It amazed me that I could plan such a small wedding with only my dad and Andy’s mom to help.  Sammi helped on occasion as well, setting out a list of people I had met and the boys had toured with.  Most of them were fairly good friends, people that I would never have expected to meet in the past before Andy’s band became huge but was grateful to find that they were good folk.  I had set up the guest list for a meager wedding of about a hundred people…maybe less than that.  I didn’t have a big family and most of my fiancé’s family consisted of band members he had met in his career.  I had a few coworkers I invited, including Terra whom I had worked with as an undergraduate.  She was excited to be my maid of honor but at the moment she was yelling at someone in the court to get dressed before she killed them.

    The best part was that Terra and Sammi were the only girls in my court.  We split the court so that Andy and I would have equal members to walk down the aisle together.  I ended up getting Ashley to don a dress which was a great bit to see an Asian man in a ritzy bridesmaid gown.  They were all black of course but still…Ashley had even agreed to let us do his hair up.  Apparently he thought that if he went all out for our wedding that somehow it would land him a nice piece of ass at the ‘after party’ as he called it.  According to him, doing a nice thing for a friend meant good karma and even better sex for the trouble.

    I smiled softly to myself and shook my head.  It amazed me that I could become such good friends with such a rowdy bunch of boys.  They were all goodhearted men but on the outside they were definitely immature.  Still, they were as much a part of my family as they were Andy’s.  I lifted a finger to my mouth, incessantly nibbling on the ends of my fingernails as I continued to pace.

    Well that is until the door opened.

    My dad walked in dressed in a dark tux with a white shirt beneath, dark tie and vest popping against the ivory fabric.  He smiled at me, the glasses he now had to wear sitting on the edge of his nose while the grin crinkled the corners of his eyes.  Somehow he looked wiser, not like the young dad who had thrown me in karate and kickboxing when I was little.  There was pride in his eyes and I couldn’t help but walk to him, pressing to his chests and feeling like such a small girl in doing so.  He held me close, patting the back of my head gently and then kissing the top of my hair.

    “You nervous?” he whispered and I shook my head.

    “Well I guess a little,” I replied quietly.  He chuckled.

    “I brought a friend for you to make you feel better.  I figured she could carry the rings,” he said, pulling away and holding me by the shoulders.  I raised a brow.

    “Huh?” I asked and he smiled more broadly.  It was then that my father opened the door to the meager dressing room and whistled loud and clear.  My eyes widened along with my lips as I realized who he was calling.

    Nails skidded across the concrete as a spotted pit bull barreled through the door and began to scoot around me.  She was so excited to be here, her red tongue lolling happily out of her mouth while her eyes seemed to sparkle.  Yips and barks echoed from her lips as she continued to wag her tail and run around like a maniac.  I laughed heartily, kneeling down so that I could better pet my goofy dog.