The Drummer- A Dylan O'Brien Fanfic

"Lets Get Up Off Our Feet, And Lets Start Grooving" Concert part 1

<3 Gracie <3 

October 12th (The day of the concert)

ITS TODAY! TODAYS THE DAY I GET TO SEE SKAP! TODAYS THE DAY I GET TO MEET SKAP! TODAYS THE DAY I GET TO MEET DYLAN O’BRIEN! IN FREAKING PERSON!!!! 

I am currently running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to make sure that I have everything in place. I want everything to be perfect. I’m wearing a shirt that I designed and had printed that reads “My love for you is as deep as the ocean.” Behind the writing is an ocean scene. I wanted to put “I like the Drummer” but Marie told me that would be creepy because I’m meeting him and all.  

Speaking of Marie, she is currently lying on my bed signing along to Don’t Let Me Go at the top of her lungs and off key, “Say whoah wooooah, Whoah Woooah Don’t let me go” 

I turn to Marie and yell at her, “Would you help here?!?!?” 

“Clam down Gracie! You have got to relax already everything will be fine! Just stop running around and grabbing things we don’t need! We have already had everything ready to go for days now just come here and rock out to the music with me!” she replied with a small smirk on her face. That’s Marie for you. She will say things that are really sappy with a smirk. 

I walked over finally calming down… I was ready; I was ready to go meet Dylan! 

2 hrs later- arriving at the concert

We got to the concert 3 hrs early, like Dylan had told me to. I had been talking to Dylan a lot over Dm, and we had learned a lot abut each other. It was always cool when Dylan would Dm me but not tweet, so I would know he was on but no one else ever did. One thing I found out from this is that Dylan spent a lot of time on twitter. When I made a comment about it he had said that it was only because of me. I don’t believe him though; he doesn’t even know what I look like yet. 

(ps. Guys, I want you to imagine Gracie for yourself. I’m not going to give you a picture of her. I have an image of her in my mind, but I want you to come up with one for yourself. So go ahead imagine her looking like you, I won’t judge you ;P )

We walked through the gates and handed our tickets to the people scanning tickets.  Once they were scanned they told us where to go in order to get to go backstage. We then walked around the arena until we reached a gate with a sign that said backstage. We showed them our passes and we were ushered backstage and the door shut behind us. WE WERE IN!

The man who had let us in asked us our names. When I said mine was Gracie Vera he smiled and began walking down the hallway. Up ahead I could see a table food on it, to each side of me were dressing rooms with peoples last names on them. The person who was guiding us stopped at a door that read O’Brien. A huge grin spread across my face as the man knocked on the door. 

Inside I heard some shuffling, and then the door was opened. There stood Dylan! His hair was a mess and he looked as if he had just woken up. He had a set of drumsticks in his hand and a wide smile on his face.