My friend Debra dragged me along to a Black Veil Brides concert, again. But, to be completely honest, the lead singer, Andy Biersack, was the only person who kept my complete attention throughout the whole performance. The reason being he was the hottest one there. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have gone in the first place, because I was not particularly a fan of the goth/emo culture and the music they have to share with the rest of the judging world. I didn't mean to sound so douchey, but I honestly can't get into it. And it also scares me a little. The prime example why is Debra, which I don't really need to go into any further detail about. 'Then why would go with her to a concert for a band that you don't like?' you may ask. The answer is simple: Andy. Biersack. And also because I had nothing to do at my house besides eat junk food and rewatch the small amount of movies I actually want to watch that Netflix has to offer me. Plus, I became antisocial because of it, so I needed to get out of the house.
A few months back, before the first concert I went to, Debra showed me a picture of him and the other members so I could see what I was getting myself into. I only said yes of course because of Andy. Looking back, I get this weird feeling in the pit of my gut that I shouldn't have said yes in the first place, but at the same time I guess I don't regret it all that much either.
The concert was composed of loudness, screaming, loud screaming, and like these weird throat wails that sounded like very weak thunder. I stayed on my phone, hoping none of the band members could see me. WRONG. Out of nowhere all the chaos, well at least from the band, had stopped. Turns out, Andy seemed to notice my glow of my green iphone 5c, and it just so happens I wasn't using it as a replacement for a lighter so I could put it in my raised up hand and let it sway to the music like some people were. "Hey," Andy said over the mic. "Hello, bottle blonde on the green Phone in M-18-" I looked up realizing he was talking to me. "You got a problem with our music? If so, I don't advise you to waste your precious money on us, and instead, keep it and go off with your little friends to Caribou while we fill the seats with fans who actually want to be here." You better believe I was pissed off at him. The last time I got talked to like that by man, my mother ended up divorcing him afterward. I got up and walked toward the stage, my face cherry red. Debra begging me to stop, but there was no going back now. Row J, my jaw tightened. Row E, my teeth clenched. Row C, fists balled. Row A, I stopped at the gate and looked Andy straight in the face and said, "I choose to come here because of YOU. Plus, I was dragged here by a friend of mine who is in love with you and your band and everything you guys do. If I really hated you, I wouldn't let her drag me here, I would've stayed home in my miserable old house, with my miserable old life with nothing better to do then eat and then feel sorry for myself afterward. I'm sorry I'm taking your precious time away from both you and your fans by doing so, but I thought you'd never see me all the way back THERE *gestures to empty seat in M-18* and I also thought you wouldn't give two shits about me because, hell, even you said it yourself, I'm not a real fan. And you have plenty more of those obviously *gestures to filled and silenced audience* so why in the hell would one bitch in the audience bother you this much? I will admit Mr. Biersack, you are very attractive, and that's why I came. And I also will admit that even though I'm not into this specific type of music, *gestures towards band*," Andy looks back at them and then back at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. "You guys seem to have gotten all your act together here. So if you don't mind, I will take it upon your idea of going to Caribou, tweaking the part about going with my friends, as that won't exactly be happening anytime soon since, really, I don't have any, and the only one I have right at the moment is, or was, enjoying your music, until I came along. All I ask of you Andy," I leaned on the gate to get closer to him and said, "Don't worry about me, I am nothing but a walking corpse who seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and now who has seemed to piss both you and your fans off. So please don't let this incident turn the whole theatre into a Morgue. Keep playing, and I'll be leaving shortly after. Do we have a deal?" I held out my hand and he hesitantly shook it. His black gloves were the kind that had the fingers cut off and allowed the knuckles to show. His hands were sweaty from playing. I walked up to my seat and grabbed my things, telling Debra that she can contact me when the concert was over. I walked out with everyone's eyes on me and slammed the doors behind me, never looking back.
