The Devil In The Mirror (Andy Biersack)

Chapter 2

I walked confidently into the venue. then waited patiently for them to get on stage, after an eternity, 20 minutes seems insignificant. When the did come onto the stage, big, beautiful bursts of fire erupted from the sides of the stage. the entire crowd was cheering, the energy of the entire room seemed to be equal to that of a power plant. It made me feel alive again. technically, I was alive. However, a part of my soul had died that day when I was expelled from all that is holy. 

the show started with 'Sweet Blasphemy' and everyone started cheering. the crowd *rawr* xD'd and started three mosh pits. time passed quickly and all I could do was stand there and absorb the music. their music was one of the few things I enjoyed anymore.

The opening bars to 'Saviour' played, and the entire crowd became dead silent, absorbing every word that came out of his mouth. It's odd, how something as small as a song, words put to music, can bring people not only joy, but a will to live. 

Andy approached the edge of the stage and walked steadily, touching peoples hands as he went. He finally reached me, but when he did he seemed to hold onto my hand more firmly, and for longer than he did anyone else. "so hear my voice, remind you not to bleed." I felt his steely blue eyes pierce directly through my amber ones. It was at that point I realized that my sleeves had slipped down, exposing my bare, scarred skin. 

The shock of the moment brought me back to reality. and only then did I hear the audiences clear variation of opinion over this, some shot me sympathetic looks, while others tutted or looked away awkwardly. I felt exposed. I shook my hands out of his and ran towards the exit expeditiously. The crowd parting directly through the centre. the lights continued flashing, red, white, red, white. the song stopped. I didn't look back. I didn't care. 

I heard the heavy footsteps of combat boots on the slate floor.  I kept walking.  Outside, I saw the moon placed in the navy blue sky like a pin on a corkboard. there were no stars, not a single one. well, except for 5, but they were inside. "Hey!" I heard a deep, masculine voice, but what I didn't know was it was aimed at me. "Hey!" I turned round to see who or what it was. only to be greeted by another face, less than 3 inches from mine. 

The mystery person stepped back, my eyes gradually adjusted to the light, or rather lack of it. two icy blue eyes stared back at me in the darkness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. That was a dick move." I was taken aback, not only by that fact the one and only Andrew Dennis Biersack was talking to me but the fact that he had left a room full of hundreds of people just to make sure that I was okay. "no, don't worry about it, really." By looking into his eyes, I could tell he felt bad, he looked away, probably embarrassed. this thawed my frozen heart. he was the first person to genuinely show me any sort of true, meaningful, emotion. "here" he said unexpectedly and thrust a backstage pass into my hand. He nodded and jogged back into the venue.

I had to take a moment to prosses what just happened. Still, in a slight daze, many people looked at me as I shoved my way through the crowd, at this point the music was back in full swing. The remaining 40 something minutes went by in a blurry haze. Finally, it came to the time where I could use my backstage pass.

Andy looked at me and gestured me to move to the very back of the queue. I did what I rarely did, and complied. After what seemed like days of waiting, it was my turn. I received the usual hugs from all the band members, first CC then Ash, Jinxx, Jake and finally, Andy. When he hugged me it felt different, figuratively and literally. I definitely felt something, whenever I was even close to him, I stopped being so numb. He hugged me longer than any of the others did, his hand moved peculiarly around my left shoulder. "meet me outside in 10 minutes" he said, before I even had time to respond, he turned swiftly and began to help Jake pack up. 

I was apprehensive of even coming, but for some reason, even though we had never met before that day, I would trust him with anything and everything I have. which, truthfully, isn't much. After a little while, I heard the familiar sound of combat boots on slate. Andy.  He looked at me with an unrecognizable look in his steely blue eyes. "Take your jacket off." A course of fear and uncertainty ran through me. what was he going to do? rape me? I complied, ready to break out a weapon at any minute. I would have to kill him or at least erase his mind somehow when he saw.