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Chapter 1 Photograph

Lennon's pov

"We are Black Veil Brides and you have been an amazing crowd! goodnight!" Andy yells into the mic and salutes, exiting the stage with the rest of the band.

I scream and cheer along with the rest of the crowd, yelling, 'Encore! Encore!'

We chant for about two minuets before CC walks back onstage, smiling and waving at the crowd. He remounts the drum stand and begins soloing as the rest of the band reenters. As Andy reaches the mic, 'Rebel Yell' begins. Andy moves around the stage, smiling at crowd members and singing like there's no tomorrow. I try repeatedly to catch his attention which doesn't work until the very end of the song when he points right at me!

I seriously think my life can end on a high note now. Andy flipping Biersack accnowlaged my existence on this earth! My heart is beating faster and louder than ever which is hard to believe since I've been freaking out all concert. Once I almost dropped my camera which would have made me cry since, besides my ukulele and my song writing notebooks, is my life. Photography and music are my whole world. I snap a few more pictures before the song ends and the band exits the stage.

I begin walking to my car which is parked near the wall where all the busses for this tour are parked. I'm about to open my car door when I see Andy signing autographs for a group of young fans. The youngest girl must be no older than 12 and Andy leans down and gives her a hug.

I smile and take a picture which gets the whole group's attention.

"Sorry," I say, blushing. "I'm into armature photography and I couldn't pass up the perfect picture moment."

"It's no problem," Andy says, grinning at me.

"So," I say, "Would you all like a picture together? I'll tag you all on Instagram if you'll write your names down for me."

"Please!" The youngest girl cries.

I smile and they all pose around Andy. I snap the picture and they all thank me.

"Do you want to take a funny one?" I ask, smiling widely at them all.

They pose again making funny faces and trying desperately not to laugh. I snap the picture and the oldest girl writes all their Instagram names on a sheet of paper and hands it to me. They all wave as they walk toward what must be one of their parents' cars.

"So," I hear from behind me. "do you have anything you want signed?"

I turn and blush at Andy who is still standing there, hands resting on the barricade that separates us.

"Would you mind taking a picture with me?" I ask.

"Not at all," he smiles back. "but there's no other armature photographer here."

"Would a selfie be okay with you? it seems to be the only option."

"That's fine with me," he says as he steps over the barricade, his long legs making the transition look effortless.

He has to get very close to crouching level to be the same height as me, seeing as I'm only 5'3. He puts his chin on my shoulder then looks over at me.

"Serious or funny?"

"One of each, if you don't mind," I blush. "So I can have evidence to show my grandchildren that this actually happened."

"For the generation after the next," he grins and we take the pictures. The serious one is really good but the funny one takes the cake. I lean over and kiss his cheek, looking sassily at the camera as Andy sticks his tongue out and closes his eyes.