Die For You (Black Veil Brides)

Die For You

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to my first fan fiction. Well is it? I don't really know. Lol. Well I hope you enjoy. It took me days to write this and several revisions and I'm finally proud of my work. So get to reading!

Andy POV:     

            The loud sound of my large combat boots hitting the wooden floor of the stage immediately drowned out as soon as myself and four other men stepped out into the view of the large crowd in front of us. The audience erupted into cheers and screams. Some girls screamed our names. I waved out to everyone and  walked up to the microphone center stage as my band mates walked towards their instruments. The bassist picked up his instrument, the white bass with custom "war point" courtesy of its owner, Ashley Purdy. The drummer took his seat behind the massive set of drums, and twirled his drum sticks. CC waved out to the crowd and pointed at the large "BVB" on the center of the largest drum. The two guitarists, Jinxx and Jake Pitts picked up their guitars. Jinxx slid his fingers up and down the strings, something he always did in preparation. Jake nodded at me to begin my mini speech.

            "Hey guys!" I began. The crowd quieted down. "Thanks for coming out to see us tonight. I'm Andy, that over there is Ashley," I pointed at a very shirtless Andy beaming at the crowd. He showed the crowd his "muscles" and a girl near him fainted. I laughed into the mic. "That's Jinxx," the guitarist with the twisted clown-like make up nodded his head at the crowd. "Over there is Jake, and in the back is CC!" The people before us cheered. CC chanted, "CC CC CC CC CC." It always got him pumped before a show. "To start, I'd like to say: Never give in. We can and will stand together as an army, and refuse to take shit from anyone. We will be who we want to be, regardless of what people think. Don't listen to them. We don't try to please the ignorant. So stand up for what you believe in, be who you want to be, and fuck all the haters!" The crowd screamed and cheered. I big grin formed on my face. "Let's go!" I yelled into the microphone that I held in my hands. I looked over at the boys and they nodded. I let out a loud scream into the mic, signaling the beginning of "Perfect Weapon."

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            After we ended the show with "Fallen Angels" the five of us went backstage to get ready for a small meet-n-greet: only 152 people were allowed backstage passes. Yes: 152 people, not 150. We held a contest for two free backstage passes. Whoever sent in the best imitation of my "Perfect Weapon" opening scream won two passes. Sitting down, I downed half a bottle of whiskey and relaxed for a few minutes until I heard loud, irregular footsteps coming from the stage stairs and turned to face my band mates who were closer to the stairs than I was. The boys signaled to me that it was go time. I got up and saw different faces as the first group piled on to the stage. They were all girls except for two boys-at least, I thought one of them was a boy...

            I walked right up to two girls who seemed to be together. The first one, a fiery red head with a septum piercing and snakebites squealed when I introduced myself. "OH MY GOD. You're ANDY FUCKING BIERSACK!" Her eyes were wide and tearing. I pulled her into one of my known "Andy bear hugs" and she quieted down. Her friend, a petite girl with black hair and sparkling green eyes snapped a picture of us. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Surprisingly, she was pretty calm. She hadn't let a sound out of her mouth yet. "Andy, Andy!" The redhead bounced up and down excitedly. I couldn't help but let a laugh escape from my lips. I stared at the pale dark haired girl in front of me and admired her several cartilage piercings and single lip ring as she snapped more photos with her digital camera. She looked oddly familiar."My friend here, Roxy, she was the winner of that contest!" Ahh! So that's why she looked so familiar.

            As the first group exited the stage, Ashley walked up to me. The redhead squealed and eyed him like he was a piece of chocolate. Ashley noticed and winked at her, earning him another squeal. He gazed at her rather large chest and curvy body until I waved my hand in his face. Roxanne was still taking pictures. "Hey, Roxy," I gasped silently when her deep green eyes bore into my own. "You're the little screamer, huh?"