tears // j.d

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It was a cold day in San Diego. Giant grey clouds were floating over the Viejas Arena, which was slowly beginning to become more and more crowded with crazed fans, excited for the night. Tonight, Twenty One Pilots was playing a show here for their Emotional Road Show tour, debuting their latest album Blurryface. And I , Zoey Wayles, just so happens to be interning at that venue the same night, and to say I am excited was an understatement. I love Twenty One Pilots. And I love them with a passion, and when I found out they were playing here tonight, I panicked.

I head towards the doors that lead into the venue and thousands of fans start screaming, some saying they were in there and the rest were inaudible. I quickly open the door and swiftly shut it, downing out the crazed screams. I let out a surprised laugh and start to head to my lockers, which was held in a spare dressing room. I walk into the door and lock away my shirt and jacket and such and change into my venue crew t-shirt. Today was gonna be a long day.

I flick my caramel colored hair back over my shoulder after it fell back in my face for the twentieth time, while I was trying to scrub some black marks they accidentally left on the stage from moving the piano. Of course I have been given the lovely task of cleaning, which I really didn't mind. I sigh and wiped my forehead and checked the time on my phone that I had in my pocket. I have been here for about four hours already and about two hours ago, I heard screams from outside, meaning they have shown up on the building, but I didn't see them yet and I honestly was anxious. They could pop up behind me any second, to tell me to get out of the way so they can begin sound check. And I was praying that might be the case.

I continue scrubbing the floor when I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn around so fast hoping I would meet face to face with Tyler or Josh or even Mark, but I was sadly mistaken. It was my just my potential boss he sucks up a breath getting ready to speak.

"Hey Zoey, I'm sorry but I need you to hurry it up, the guys are gonna start sound check soon and I need this stage spotless sweetheart."

I sigh, nodding my head slowly

"Alright, ill try."

He stands up and flashes me a thumbs up

"Keep up that good spirit sweetie!"

He walks away and I roll my eyes, getting back to my work. I honestly hated that man. He was pretty short for his size and looked like he was in his late forties, with his greying beard and balding head hair, and honestly, he was sorta a creep, he kept calling me 'sweetie' or 'sweetheart' and he would always find a way to touch me whenever we talked. I shutter at the thought of him and put more effort into a spot and that's when I feel another tap on my shoulder. I roll my eyes thinking that it is my possible boss and the person begins so speak.

"Hey sweetie,"

The person laughs and I snap my head, that was not what his voice sounded like, it was the one and the only Tyler Joseph's. I finally face him and he gives my a wave and a smile and I quicken my breath. I grab my chest where my heart is and I start struggling for air.

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I just was passing by when I saw you struggling. I was just wondering if I could help you put, if it was alright with you?"

He dropped his hand and gave me a concerned look and I manage to catch my breath, giving myself enough air to give him an answer.

"Um.. y-yeah you can totally it-it is very cool and alright."

What the fuck did I say to fucking Tyler Joseph.

He laughs a bit and kneels down next to me to help. Again my heart has a freak out and he points so another stray rag and I nod and he begins to scrub at another black mark.