~Later that day~
I sat down on the stage with my legs crossed as I looked out at the audience.
"Hi, you are all so very beautiful. Thank you so much for your love, I don't deserve it but you still give it to me. I love you all, but anyway I'm taking it back to acoustic. This goes out to every single one of you going through a hard time. Just know someone loves you and cares about you. Please don't give up. Please stick around. This is a cover of All Time Low. This song is called Therapy," I grabbed my guitar and put my mic in its stand, then I put my all into the song. I ended it with tears streaming down my face. "I love you, I have one more song. This is a new one I wrote today. No idea why I'm performing it but I was told to, here it goes," the song was about me and Brad and how I felt. I walked of stage in tears. I went straight to my dressing room where I showered and changed into my skinnies and one of my oversized sweaters, it felt weird not wearing one of Brad's. I packed up my stuff and told Joe I was leaving and not to worry, then I left the venue and put my stuff in my bunk before I changed and went to the gym. After I was happy with my workout I decided to jog back, I put my headphones in and my mp3 player in my pocket.
Then everything went black.
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Coming Home
FanfictionBrad Simpson of The Vamps is in a dedicated relationship with an up and coming singer, and when his band is going on tour he invites his girlfriend on tour with him as one of the support acts. Will the tour injure their relationship? Or will the tou...
