It was dark inside, of course it was. The two support bands had just finished, now it was the time that you have been dreaming for. Finally, just finally, the moment when Alex, Jack, Zack and Rian would run out on stage, take their places, and play the music that changed your life. Then, always just as planned, all lights went out, the background music stopped, the crowed stopped talking, and for a second, it was silent inside the concert venue.
That was until the screams roared and one spotlight shone down on the stage in front of you. The people behind you rammed up behind you, making your body slam further and harder into the metal barricade in front of you. Your ribs bent in an unnatural shape, pressing back onto your lungs, your breath shook out of your body as you tried to gasp for some air. Arms tried to shove you out of the way, trying to make you move so those people could take your place in front of the stage. You were lucky with where you were, situated right between Alex and jack’s microphones. The spot where you guessed any Jalex moments would happen, where Jack could possibly come into the crowd, where you can see everyone. It seemed like forever for Rian to run out on stage, his teeth glistening a brilliant white as he jogged up to his drum kit at the back, set up on a block so everyone could see him. An ‘All Time Low’ shirt clung to his body with a pair of beige pants and black converse shoes. Jack came jumping out after Rian, skipping and leaping, buzzing with excitement with a smile glued to his face, something you could never forget, his guitar was slung around his neck, the dark purple of it shinning dull. Blonde parts of his hair stuck up in a perfect Mohawk, balanced with the black on the other side. He wore his famous purple ‘Boner’ shirt with pride, along with dark black jeans that wrapped around his lower body perfectly, showing off his skinny legs and great ass. After that, Alex ran out, also with his guitar around him. His pink hair bouncing with each bound he did towards his spot on the stage. He glanced down at the crowd, his smile growing even more. Just as usual, a ‘Glamour Kills’ shirt was hanging off him over a pair of his ever-growing famous American-Flag denim jeans. Zack walked out and took his spot at the right of the stage, smiling with a low V-neck shit and jeans.
Alex looked like he was about to speak, but instead he started to sing.
“…Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, so long live us”
His voice hit every note perfectly, hitting the highs and lows of each song as they swiftly moved though the set. Between almost every break of songs, Jack would make a reference to his dick, Alex would tell him to shut up, and eventually Zack tore his shirt off. Every now and then, while playing, Jack would walk up to Alex, and start thrusting, or would kiss him, or would grab his ass or dick. Almost anything he did made the crowd scream.
You couldn’t take your eyes of Jack. The way he leaped ever so high in those skin-tight jeans, the way he would not stop running around the stage, how he would sometimes join in with Alex in singing the songs. He threw out his guitar picks as girls screamed and jumped around, desperately trying to get hold of one. Alex did the same, every now and then throwing out the small bit of plastic that people cherished.
It was getting further into the show, and it was becoming more frequent when Jack would look down at the crowd, he would lock eyes with you, and you could have sworn that his face flushed a light pink when a wide grin grew across his face. You smiled back too, your mind wandering and thinking what he could possibly be blushing about.
Countless numbers of bras were thrown on stage and people continuously being pulled out of the mosh pit. People behind you still pushed and shoved to try and get a better view. You struggled to keep your breath, thinking that soon you would have to get out, it was starting to get too much. Jack looked down again and glanced at you as your frown grew and you tried to push yourself up to get more air to breath. It felt a bit like your lungs were closing up and your legs were about to give out. You caught eyes with Jack again as he had a concerned look on his face, eyebrows furrowed together as he saw you struggle to keep up. Alex was talking yet again to the crowd, getting a screaming response. Jack walked over to the front of the stage at the side, the fans gathered around there screamed and reached out, trying to get Jack’s attention. He squatted down and tapped a security guard on the shoulder. The security guard turned and looked up at Jack with a questioning look. He bent down further and started talking to him, glancing over towards the crowd. The security guard looked over at you, nodding his head in agreement with what Jack was saying.
Another song started as Jack stood up and continued to leap and prance around the stage along with the beat of the song. Alex bounced on his feet and Zack jumped and leaped around. Rian smashed his sticks against the drums keeping the beat along during the song. It wrapped up to an ending with Alex waving a goodbye, with one hand in the air as they all walked off stage. People rammed up against the barrier again, screams grew louder, piercing the ears of everyone in the room. A few minutes went passed and chants of ‘All Time Low’ started, when the security guard that Jack had been talking with before started pacing in front of the barrier. He spotted me and lightly jogged back to where I was. Without a word he reached in and grabbed around my shoulders, trying to pry me out of the crowd. I didn’t refuse his help, I reached up and tried to get hold of him as people around me helped push me out of the mosh-pit. I was finally being pulled over the barrier, the metal scraping over my body. I closed my eyes and moved my feet around, ready to be put down, but to my surprise, I felt myself being carried. I opened my eyes and was that, indeed the security guard was carrying me, but not to the side where I would make my way to the back of the crowd. Instead he turned at the end and opened a door that clearly stated ‘staff only’ on the door.
