Sanders Sides One Shots: Volume 2 [COMPLETED]

Playing My Heartstrings (Prinxiety)

May 29th, 2018

Roman's POV:

Patton came bursting in our apartment, and my first thought was, oh god, what's got him so hyped up now? He was giggling and jumping up and down as he rushed over to Logan. "Babe! I got tickets to see Anxious Storms, Malicious Roses later tonight!! I can't believe I got them! They're even really close the stage!!"

"That's great, love!" his boyfriend replied, kissing him briefly on the cheek. Anxious Storms, Malicious Roses was an alternative band who's front man used to be friends with the couple. It was a long time ago, and I doubt he would recognize them if they were to meet face to face again, but it didn't stop Patton from taking any opportunity he could to go see him. He handed Logan the tickets, making him frown. "There's three of them?"

Patton nodded, looking at me. "Yeah! Roman's coming too!" he exclaimed. I laughed sarcastically, assuming it was a joke.

"Come on, Pat, you know I'm not into that type of music," I tell him, but he just shakes his head.

"You're coming with us, regardless," he tells me firmly as he pulls me to my feet. I let out a gasp as he does so. "You just might find that you enjoy it, and," he winks slyly, "the lead singer's really hot, and an old friend of ours."

I rolled my eyes, blushing just a little. "Yeah, I know," I tell him as he shoved me into my room to put on shoes and get ready. "I've heard the story of how you two knew the great Virgil Black about a hundred times. That doesn't change the fact that I'm not interested."

"You'll fall for him in seconds," Logan stated, shrugging as though it was obvious. Patton giggled in agreement as I glared at them.

Knowing it was pointless to argue with them, I joined them on the way to their car. It was only a twenty minute drive to the venue we were seeing these guys in. We found our seats, front row center. Damn, how in the hell did Patton get these tickets on such a short notice? He just said someone sold at the last second, but if that's the case he's literally the luckiest person of all time.

"You're going to love it," he reassured me as I sighed.

I rolled my eyes, still skeptical to whether or not that was true. "We'll see Patton, but I'm only here because you went through the trouble to buy a third ticket for me," I tell him pointedly.

Though I wouldn't admit it out loud, the stage's set up and overall aesthetic was actually really cool. There was an amazing energy in the room, and all the fans of the band were clearly excited. There was a timer up on the screen, counting down until the show would begin. As it reached the last ten seconds, I couldn't even hear anything clearly through the screams. I winced a little at how loud it was, not accustomed to these types of concerts. I watched the stage, eyes widening as the band set up. Last on stage, was the infamous Virgil Black.

It would be cliché to describe my feelings upon seeing him as 'my heart stopped' or 'I couldn't breathe', but what was infuriating was that Logan had been at least partially right. While I certainly wasn't in love with him just by seeing him, I was now interested.

Virgil Black was breathtaking. His purple hair hung messily in front of his eyes, which had makeup all around them. The base was a deep purple, with indigos and blacks carefully added as well with the finishing touch of a striking white lightning bolt that crossed over his left eye. It looked like there was a storm on his face, which I could assume was to go with the band's name. He wore a purple crop top underneath a black trench coat. Sewn into the coat, were red roses, also complimenting the band's name. He had on skinny, ripped black jeans and purple combat boots. There was a black choker around his neck, containing a storm cloud pendant, and he wore black earrings. I could see everything in detail because of my close seat.