In The End, I'd Do it All Again (J.D. x OC)

Touching You

Nervous. Paranoid. Self doubt.

That's what she was currently feeling. Who wouldn't when it was your first day on the job as Twenty One Pilots' makeup artist for the second leg of the Blurryface Tour? Apparently the two needed one because "Tyler gets black paint everywhere" and has "ruined so many white shirts" and Josh was "no help with it because he would smear red eyeliner over Ty's blackened shirt just because" or Josh would "wear too much red eye makeup" or so she had been told by Mark when he interviewed her over a Skype call. She couldn't help but laugh over that, Mark joining in.

Apparently, he liked her portfolio enough and the hour long interview/call had gone very well because she got a text message from him later that night with all the arrangements made for her flight from LA to Washington, D.C. and hotel reservation all set up. Now here she was, two days after the fated interview, having just walked off the plane only to be greeted by her friend whom had been the reason she even applied for the opportunity, the band's wardrobe manager, Alexander. The crew had figured a familiar face upon arrival would help settle her nerves and she already had them in her good books despite having yet to meet face to face.

"Jayden!" he shouted happily, pulling her into a tight hug as soon as she neared him. "I just knew you would get the job!"

She laughed, squeezing back before he let go of her, wide grins on their faces. "Only at your insistence. Besides, it's just makeup silly. I'm nothing too special."

Alexander huffed. "Woman, your makeup is phenomenal and they have clearly seen that. Sure it's not going to be movie set, horror film style but you've impressed the boys anyway."

She blinked. "Wait. You mean they've seen my work?" she whispered in shock, eyes wide.

He grinned, throwing an arm over her shoulder leading her towards the luggage claim belt. "Oh yeah. They liked yours the best out of the others who applied because it was 'sick as frick'. They're thinking about being super spooky looking come October, especially if you're the artist." He shrugged. "So I've heard anyway."

Jayden gulped, laughing nervously. "I can't believe this is real."

"You'll do fine." He squeezed her once more before grabbing her luggage just as she reached towards it, Jayden protesting even though she knew it was a battle she was not going to win. Alexander tilted his head, motioning for her to follow after him. "Now Jay, tell me how you've been doing lately? What's it like guest working on the set of The Walking Dead? Is Norman Reedus as handsome in person as he is in photos?"

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Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun were the two nicest people Jayden had ever met. They were angels sent on Earth to cheer up everyone with their presence alone, she swears. How were they real?

Internally, Jayden was going fangirl all over this. Externally, she acted like the professional she was. Currently, she was in the boys' shared dressing room, both of them looking at her in wonder and excitement as she told them about her previous experiences working on television and movie sets from simple makeup to the really gory is that real type jobs, Mark quietly filming all the while. (Josh may have gasped aloud in glee when she mentioned that her uncle had gotten her into the business due to admiring some of his previous work like on X-Files and Alien.)

"The chest burster is definitely one of my favorite moments in sci-fi film history followed by the parody of it in Space Balls. But maybe I'm just being biased," Jayden finished with a small grin.

"Did the actors really not know about the scene?" asked Josh in wonder.

Jayden nodded. "All of their real reactions are what you see in the movie. Made it very iconic next to the Alien being up in Ripley's face of course. I believe so anyway." She shrugged off handedly.