Oh, Miss Believer!

Ten

When we got off the bus, I scrambled to pack my backpack and jumped off the bus. I walked to the back door only for it to be blocked by a security guard.
"No entry, this is for performers and staff only." he said sternly.
'I'm Josh Dun's kid.' I signed to this man.
"Like I'd believe your story, I've heard that one before." He exclaimed. I scowled at this man before going back to the bus.
"Why didn't you go into the venue?" Asked dad, before lugging a case out of the trailer.
"The guard didn't believe me when I said I was your kid.' I explained with a frown.
"Oh well, lets get you in the venue and then how about you help with the drumset." he said. So we walked over to the same guard and the guard smiled at Josh.
"Hello, Mr. Dun." Said the guard.
"Hello Miles, I'd like to let you know that this girl has permission to enter the venue, she's my daughter." Dad said. The guard looked down at me with bewilderment.
"Okay Sir." Said the guard. He stepped aside and let me through. Dad gave me instuctions.
"Put your stuff down in your marked room, then come back out and help unload the trailer and bus." I nodded and walked into the venue. I walked into my marked room and set my stuff down. It was a small room, but there was a bathroom, including a shower, and food. That was fine by me.
I walked back out, not before grabbing my pass that was sitting on the food table and slipping it on over my head.
When I got to the trailer, most of it was loaded off, except a clothing box on wheels. Like the ones that Tyler and Josh had. I grabbed one of the handles and started to pull it behind me. When it was out of the trailer and in the lot, I looked it over. It was unmarked, no T.J. Or J.D. So I didn't know who it belonged too. I rolled it into the venue anyways. I caught sight of Mark and sprinted over to him.
'Mark? Do you know what that extra clothing box is for?' I asked. He looked down at my small figure. "That box, is for you. Whatever shows you play in, your show clothing is in there. It's just so your normal clothing and show clothing don't get mixed up." he explained. "We just haven't marked it yet." He said. I jumped around from excitement. I rolled the box to my room and opened it. Sure enough, it was filled with clothing that I wouldn't normally wear outside of performing, unless I was exercising. There was also show makeup, if I wanted it. Eyeliner, red eyeshadow, black body-paint, and several other things.
I closed the box and walked out of my room. I walked to Dad's and knocked on his door.
"Come in!" Said Dad from the other side of the door. He turned to me, shirt halfway over his head. I giggled. I walked over and helped him get his shirt over his head.
'I saw what was in my clothing box.' I said. "Oh yeah? What'd you think?" He asked.
'It was pretty spot on to what I'd be willing to wear.' I commented.
"Well, is it okay if tonight, we introduce you to the world? It's been two months...!" He trailed off, he was working on his eyeshadow.
'Sure, should I change into my show clothes?' I asked.
"That'd be cool, would you like to perform a song on the set? And if so, what instrument?" I thought on this.
'How about The Judge? You can stay on the drums, I'll be on piano, and Tyler can play his uke.' I suggested.
"That sounds great, I'll run it by Ty, it'll be the last song of the night. Would you like to be in the crowd?" He asked, finishing his eyeshadow.
'Sure, that'd be fun.'
The show started in about ten minutes so I decided to go change. I opened the box again and grabbed muscle-T and skinny jeans with my converse. I grabbed my makeup and did something light, but then I added a little design.
I exited out the back door, and ran to the front of the venue, the concert was about to start. I showed the guards my pass and eventually I was at the front of the crowd, and pushed up against the gate. I put my pass under my shirt so people won't suspect anything of me.
The concert was great, I caught one of dad's drumsticks and gave it to a younger fan that was standing next to me, she thanked me and went back to listening to the music. Trees was amazing, I was sweaty so some of the confetti stuck to me. Then, all was quiet, except for Tyler's voice.
"So, there's someone that Josh, Jenna, Mark, me, and everyone else that works with us would like you to meet. We met her around two months ago, she's twelve, so please show her some respect. Zinc, could you come up here please?" Tyler asked. The crowd screamed and squealed at this announcement. The guards around me helped me get over the gate, which was taller than half my height. The fans around me squealed and pointed at me, yelled in my ear. I winced at the sound. I crawled on the stage with the help of Dad and Tyler. The entire crowed screamed and yelled. Dad took the microphone from Tyler.
"Everyone, this is my adopted daughter, Zinc. She cannot speak, so, don't mock her." He explained. I waved at the crowd and put a small smile on my face.
Tyler picked up his uke and took the mic from dad. "We'll count off after the intro, don't worry, you'll be great." He said, somehow over the sound of the crowd. I nodded and ran over to the piano.
As soon as the song was over, the crowd's volume even louder than ever before. Josh climbed off the set and Tyler set his uke down. I hopped over the piano and joined the boys at the edge of the stage. We wrapped are arms around each other, sweat and all.
"We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you." The boys said while I signed the message. The crowd threw items at us, most of them flowers. I hurried and picked them all up before heading of the stage.
When I got into my room, I grabbed a half filled water bottle, and put the flowers in them, before walking over to the couch, and collapsing from exhaustion.