The consert

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-.-CJ's POV-.-

"Sand, i dont know if i want to do this." i said once we got to the venue. I looked around and saw so many people in super creapy and scary costumes. "CJ, it will be ok just keep by me and remember... have fun" she said. More and more people were coming in and the costume were getting scaryer and scaryer. " CJ, im going to go get some water ok? Just stay here." she told me then saw the panicked look on my face. I didnt want to be left alone in a place like THIS, a place full of my biggest fears! Sandra gave me a small hug then left. I rapped my arms around me and pulled out my phone. "HELP ME MATT!" i texted my friend Matt Gibson. "WHAT HAPPEND?!?!?" he texted back. "SAND BROUGHT ME TO A BOTDF CONSERT AND EVERYONE ARE IN SUPPER FREACKY ASS COSTUMES!!!" "that is what you interupted my video making for? *sigh* just calm down, CJ, and stay near sand. Txt mee wen its over and tell me how it was. Miss you Miss.Canadin reject." matt texted calling me by my nickname he gave me when i told him i was moving to the US cuz im canadin. Matt has a really funny youtube thingy, Mattg124, and he doesnt really like when we text him when he is fimling. "thanx but she kind of left me and im FREAKING OUT!! and yeah i miss you to mr.american wannabe" i said calling him by the nickname i gave him. I waited for what seemed like 20min and he hasnt texted back yet. Sandra isnt back yet eather and i freacking the fuck out. I started to shake and the room started to spin. I put my hand on the wall to try to steddy myself. "Hey are you ok?" i herd a VERY familer voice ask. I didnt look up to see who it was and i didnt have the strangth to speek so i shook my head no. "Thats not good," the man said again,"Hey jayy get over here!" he yelled. By know i had fallen to my knees with my make up running and the man was trying to calm me down. "Yeah Dahvie?" jayy said when he reached us. Jayy and Dahvie? OMG JAYY AND DAHIVE!! i still didnt have the strangth to do any thing so i couldnt flip out. "Dude get ger legs we got to get this girl back stage NOW!!" Dahvie yelled with a panick ringing in his voice. Jayy grabed my legs and they pulled me back stage. I herd sandra call my name but i couldnt do any thing and just as she cald out a seconed time every thing went black.

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"Hey jayy!! She's comeing back!!" i herd dahive say as i slowly opend my eyes. I was laying on a black leather couch in what looks like a dressing room. I looked around olny to see a very releaved loking Jayy and Dahvie. "hey there," Dahvie said in a quiet voice," im Dahvie Vanity, and this is my friend Jayy von Monroe. We are Blood on the Dance Floor." "I know that." i said almost in a wisper. Jayy let out a sigh of releaf and gave me a small smerk, as for Dahvie he gave me the bigest grin ever. "Thats good, Miss." dahvie said. "CJ Stripe." "Well then Miss.Stripe, we do beleave that someone was calling your name as we were carrying you. Do you know that person?" Jayy asked. I pulled out my phone and just as i thought 10 new messages all from Sandra. I rolled my eyes at my silly friend then set my phone down again. "Well, do you?" Jayy asked again. "sorry i zoned out. But yes i do. Thats my friend Sandra." "well lets just fix up your make-up and then you can go back," "There is know way im going back there," i said siting up and pulling my knees to my chest and rapping my arms around them,"theres to much out there that remind me of him." i said the last part in a very soft wisper. "Theres to much of who, CJ?" dahvie asked in a loving voice rapping his arms around me. "Yeah. Tell us, Sweety" Jayy said doing the same thing as dahvie. I laid my head on my knees,"Max. Every thing reminds me of Max."

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Ohhhhhh cliff hanger!! Dont you just LOVE those ^_^ yeah me neather but it needed more drama ;P

Anywho

You know what to do

Hope you like it ~ CJ

Song listening to: Perfict Weapon by black veil brides

Yeah you know it =^.^=

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