Hear Me, Josh (Joshler) **COMPLETED**

28. States .

(Tyler's POV)

We're a week into our tour, and let me say, it has been a great week. Tiring, but a really really fun week. The only downside is that we have to travel in a van, but I guess we have to start somewhere. Tonight we were going to be playing at a small venue in Pennsylvania, and tomorrow we would be playing a small arena.

Funny how things can change that quickly. Small club to an arena.

Sheesh.

I'm excited though. I mean, i'm EXTREMELY anxious; I can only imagine how Josh feels about it. But we will be fine. I know we will be perfectly fine. 

One of the worst parts about touring is that driving around, even though that's essential. I think bands who are popular get buses. I don't know. I can't an shouldn't complain. This is the biggest opportunity in are lives, and not having a tour bus was definitely not going to ruin this.

 Our stage crew rode with us in the van, constantly joking around with us all while making sure we had everything we needed every five minutes. It's not that they were afraid of being unprepared, I guess it's just the need to have everything perfect.

I guess that's how tour works too. I wouldn't know yet, I think. This is only our seventh or eighth show, concert wise.

I wouldn't necessarily say I was scared, just anxious. Anxious because I want to be perfect, anxious because I don't want to mess up, anxious because I want everything to go perfectly, even though it doesn't.

Me and Josh were sitting all the way in the back of the van. Josh was asleep, curled up on the small seat we had and was resting his head in my lap. I played with his yellow curls. He just dyed his hair last night, I had to help him. My hands were still stained a pale shade of yellow, whereas Josh's hair was a vibrant yellow, like the sun.

I told him yellow was a good color because yellow is like happiness. I heard some painter used to eat yellow paint because apparently he thought it made him happy, or something like that. My therapist told me that when I was about 17, so I don't really remember how it went.

I stared out the window, watch the raindrops fall onto the window. It always seemed to rain while we were on the road. I didn't really care for it, I was always used to the gloomy weather back home.

Me and Josh missed home. We missed our apartment, and our bed, and our kitchen. We liked being on tour but nothing compares to the comfort of your own home. 

I leaned down to kiss Josh's forehead, and he shifted in his sleep. He turned his head to me and rubbed his eyes and yawned before smiling and looking up at me.

"Hello Babyboy, it is very nice to wake up to see that beautiful face of yours," Josh said sleepily. "How close are we to the venue?"

I looked up an yelled for Dan, asking how close we were before him yelling back, giving me an answer that actually made me feel excited.

"Welp, there's your answer. Just an hour or so." I gave him a small smile, gliding my thumb across his cheek. Josh reached up to his face and put his hand on mine before lacing his fingers with mine.

We talked for a few before Josh told me to nap until we got to the venue, an that he would wake me up when we got there. He scooted over and laid me down onto his lap, stroking my cheek with his thumb and then running his fingers through my hair. 

This was one of my favorite things, and put me to sleep very quickly.

-

I felt soft lips on mine, kisses me ever so lightly, but passionately. I fluttered my eyes open as he pulled away, and oh my, it was a beautiful sight; Joshua William Dun.

"Love the way you wake me up Joshie."

"That''s my job Baby, I'm good at these things," Josh laughed and helped sit me up against the window of the van. "We're here, see?" He pointed out the window, showing me where our show was going to be.

Our last show at a club before playing in a arena.

We hopped out of the van and grabbed some things and carried them inside onto the stage. After about three or four trips, everything was inside and we started to set up. Josh set his drums up fairly quickly so he could play a bit. I practiced my warm ups, fine tuning my voice for the show. It was an hour or so away, so we practiced with the time we had.

-

Tonight, me and Josh decided not to wear any paint or makeup; we wanted this last small venue show to be a good one. 

Josh looked cute; he wore a red snapback, black shorts, and white tanktop that showed off his figure perfectly. Especially his tattoo, it looked perfect. I wore a black button up tanktop an black pants, almost matching Josh. 

Tonight we had specially lights set up in back of us because we had something special planned for the end of the show after we played Trees.

-

People filled the all three floors including the pit. It was a full show, more full then our show before we got labeled. Me an Josh took a deep breath and grabbed eachother's hand. He squeezed my hand is gave me a worried look, reluctant to go onstage.

"Cmon Joshie, we will do perfect. Don't worry." I smiled wide, hopefully reassuring him that everything would be just fine.

He nodded, squeezing my hand once more and leaned over to kiss me. I pinched his cheek with my free hand and walked onto stage with him following behind me.

He sat as his drums and I sat at the piano, adjusting the microphone ever so carefully. Tonight's setlist consisted of Guns for Hands, Migraine, March to the Sea,  Ode to Sleep, and Trees. 

I looked over at Josh an he smiled at me, and I nodded back to him. The crowd cheered, an Josh an I started to play intime.

"I know what you think in the morning

When the sun shines on the ground

And shows what you have done

It shows where your mind has gone"

-

We played Trees with as much passion as possible. We even had confetti cannons this time which was pretty sick.

Sick as frick.

We got back onto the stage and set up four drums with a seat in between them. We stood next to eachother an smiled at the crowd, gripping the drumsticks in our hands; I picked up the microphone to speak into it.

"Guys, it's been a pleasure playing for all of you. You made the beginning of the tour really, really special. Traveling through the states has been an amazing thing. Thank you all for this. We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you."

Josh looked over an kiss me,before we sat on the chair together and began to hit the drums to the end of our small venue leg of the tour.