--Dylan's POV--
It was around the beginning of the second month of Warped Tour. I went to every BMTH, PTV, BVB, OM&M, and SWS performance I could. One day went very, very differently. I was backstage before PTV went on. Vic rushed up to me.
"Dylan, I know you hate singing in front of people, but please. Kellin just got sick, threw up everywhere. Food poisoning, I'm guessing. We're performing King for a Day, and I need another singer," Vic said frantically. He looked worried. My mouth opened and closed. I didn't know what to say.
"Babe, you can do it. I heard you sing before." Andy came up behind me. I bit my lip ring.
"What if they don't like me? What if I mess up?" I wrapped my arms around myself.
"They will love you. You are the only person I trust for this right now," Vic argued. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Finally, I sighed in frustration.
"Fine," I said flatly. Vic smiled and hugged me.
"I'll introduce you, but be ready to come on," he said and ran off.
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I was pacing by the stairs, microphone in hand. They were doing awesome so far. Andy had gone on to the side stage to watch. I looked down at my outfit. Suddenly my gray tanktop with a skull and roses, black shorts, and hanging suspenders didn't seem as perfect as this morning. I kicked my black Vans into the dirt.
"Alright guys!" Vic yelled. My heart jumped into my throat. "Kellin got food poisoning, and can't perform." Pause for disappointed and worried 'Aww!'s. "But we have a very special guest instead!" He held his hand out and I slowly jumped on stage.
"Guys, this is Dylan Sykes. Oliver's little sister. Today she'll be singing Kellin's part for him. Give her some love!" He yelled. A roar of screams echoed in response.
"Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red!"
My heart was racing but screaming the lines with Vic was helping to cover it up.
"Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done!"
I sang with everything I had. The initial stiffness of being on stage was wearing off. I began to move around a bit.
"You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late."
Vic was smiling at my new found enthusiasm.
"Scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done."
I sang that one into Vic's microphone.
"You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor."
"Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new revolution now
(Now! Alright here we go)."
"Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war!
Fuck with this new beat! Oh!"
I head banged and jumped with the rest of the boys during the breakdown. One of the best ones.
"Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace."
I ignored the dull pain in my throat from all the screaming. I was having too much fun.
"You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor."
"Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now."
"We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground
Shit."
I panted as we finished the song. The crowd was going crazy. I vaguely heard Vic thank everybody. Jaime grabbed my arm and pulled me off stage. All the guys were hugging me and saying how good I was.
Andy came over and did the same, but held me in a hug longer. He lightly kissed me.
"Hey, hands and lips to yourself," Oli teased. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"And to think, I would never see the day you sing on stage," Kellin said and poked my side. He looked perfectly fine. I widened my eyes.
"You did that on purpose!" I exclaimed. Kellin and Vic smiled. I flipped them off, but followed behind to get pizza. Everybody teased me about my 'amazing' performance for the rest of the night. But I was laughing right along with them.
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Sempiternal
Fanfiction19 year old Dylan is the sister of Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon. For the first time, Oli brings her to Warped Tour with his band, and she's stoked. She can finally have a summer of fun with her big brother and his band- with a few twists in...
