echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

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somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me.
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"you're going to do great, okay?" i say as i hug tyler and josh. they walk on stage and the crowd cheers loudly.

"before we start, i'd like to introduce my daughter, echo," tyler says into a microphone. he waves me onto the stage and i stand before the crowd, shaking like a leaf in the middle of a tornado.

"she's sixteen, and jenna and i love her very much. right, echo?"

i begin to sweat and shake harder.

"i- um- y- um- i-i g-g-guess so-so," i say, the crowd erupting into laughter. i laugh nervously, but i actually want to crawl into a hole and stay there for the rest of all eternity.

i walk off the stage and immediately run to tylers dressing room, feeling lightheaded.

"holy fuck," i whisper to myself, sitting on a couch. i manage to calm myself down slightly before going to the fridge to get orange juice.

i sip at it and stare at a wall for a bit before the door opens. i jump about twelve and a half billion miles into the air before i turn around to see brendon.

"brendon boyd urie, what the actual fuck?!" i nearly scream as he doubles over in laughter.

"i got on an airplane here to keep you company while josh and tyler performed," he shrugs and sits down. "got any red bull?" he asks.

i nod and point to the fridge.

"could you pwease get it for me?" he tilts his head to the side.

"aren't you thirty?" i give a playful glare and he sighs, getting up and getting himself a red bull.

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tyler came into the room a couple hours later, all sweaty and gross.

"hey ty, how was it?" brendon asks.

"oh, it was great. except i slipped and hurt elbow." he shrugs. he turns to me and smiles.

"what did you guys do?" he asks.

"oh, we just argued about how much of a child brendon can be," i grin.

"i am not!" brendon pouts.

"you really are," tyler replies, laughing. i laugh along with him.

"okay, let's go back to the bus."