Sorry Won't Stitch These Wounds ~ Andy Biersack Fan Fiction

Chapter 14 - I Sold My Soul To Rock And Roll

I looked at the white clock hanging on the wall in the reception. For some reason, it really reminded me of those times in school, where you would constantly look at the clock yet time never seemed to pass. Like most people of the rock society, High school was one of my worst nightmares. I got bullied, physically, verbally, mentally. I never realised how much these things would effect my life. If I got a penny for every single time I was called "Ugly" or "Cutter" i'd have more money than I do now. I'm only 17, I left school a year ago, when I had turned 16 in the rainy august that Wales always seemed to have. That was when I realised the real reason that I got bullied. They were all jealous. Boys wouldn't stand a chance since I could actually see through their good looks and "charm". Most girls were fake, they didn't like the fact that I was more talented, that I was more prettier than them. Everyone hated me, except for Ryan Jack and Tom... Three other outcasts that made my school days better, and I can't explain how grateful I was to them for that. I didn't mind the fact that people didn't like me. What I didn't like was that people didn't give me a chance. Just because I was different I was treated like dirt, and they didn't care. I am a product of my past, and to be completely honest I'm glad I went through all that... It taught me not to trust people easily, It taught me to be myself no matter what, but most of all, it taught me what real friendship was like.

Thinking about my past always got me worked up. I calmed myself down by breathing deeply, digging my nails into my leg occasionally. No... I don't self harm, and I don't judge anyone that does... I just needed some sort of distraction. 

When I was fully calmed down, I realised I had looked at the clock but not really taken in the time. I glanced at it once more. Quarter to one. Great... That means that Metallica would be leaving the stage in the next five minutes, and now we have to get ready to play.

My nerves always kicked in about this time before the show. I began jumping up and down to control them, and I was glad that Tom joined in with me. Our manager guided us through to the back of the main stage. I gawped as I watched Lars Ulrich walk casually past me.

"That's him" I squealed quietly, as Jack digged me in the ribs in excitement. By now the adrenalin was taking over and I felt like my worries were gone.

Ryan, Jack and Tom lead me up a pair of metal stairs leading to the stage. I looked over the barriers, eyeing the 12ft drop to the ground. A chill crawled up my spine as I edged away. I could hear the crowd chanting for us, as a few roadies started hanging up our banners. I wired up Jack's and my guitar, setting the distortions correctly, playing a riff here and there as I did. More roadies filled the stage. They put up a big black curtain that would be let down when we started the show.

When no fans could see the stage, I helped Tom set up his drum kit, teasing the crowd more as we set it up. I breathed in deeply as the time drew nearer, the vibes I got were amazing, and I just couldn't wait to see all those beautiful faces in the crowd.

My manager pulled us together for our pre-show hug. "Okay" he said, breaking away from us "This is your biggest show so far, enjoy it because it's all upwards from here" he smiled. We high-fived each other and took our places on the stage. I examined the black curtain that hung in front of me as the instrumental piece for "Strength Of The World" began. Every once in a while, a light would flash behind us, which projected our figures onto the black curtain. I could hear screams and yells every time it happened.

I inhaled slowly, stepping closer to the mic. My mind was going crazy at this point. Excitement, worry, happiness, fear of the unknown. I let my eyes slide to the left of the stage. As I did I saw Black Veil Brides file into the side stage watching area. I saw Andy waving at me. I could feel my face erupting with happiness. But before I could wave back, something else caught my sight.

Ronnie Radke and Jacky Vincent were stood next to Jake ready to watch us perform. My inspirations new of my existence?! Was this actually happening or was I having illusions? I pinched my arm quickly to prove myself wrong. "Ouch..." I muttered under my breath. Soon, I noticed that I had been staring at them for a while, but before I looked away Jacky gave me a smile and a wink.

I didn't have time to react because the song had started fully. All my concentration was on the guitar notes now. As the drumbeat built up the song, the curtain was let down, making the crowd erupt in one huge scream, as the people jumped up and down simultaneously to the beat of the drums.

The lyrics filled my heart, the music moved my soul and slowly took me away once again, to a place where I could be happy with the people I loved and in return loved me. I was so engrossed in everything around me, that I didn't realise anything bad had happened until my arm started hurting...

I was singing to the point where my lungs and diaphragm were hurting. So as we built up towards one of my solo's, I decided to climb a pillar to the very right of the stage. The bass and drums carried on as the crowd awaited the solo for "Waking The Demon". I held on to the metal bars for my dear life, and somehow I finished the solo to perfection.

Being a metal band, we had lots of dynamo and fire going on behind us as part of the set, since that's what you should expect from a real show. I looked down at the bars to the pillar down below me, trying to figure out how i'd get down.

"That's it" I whispered, moving my arm to a bar a few feet above me and slightly to the left. That's what it must've caused it. My eyes were drawn to the crowd as I heard a huge gasp. Suddenly a funny tingling sensation crawled up my arm. I dragged my eyes up to my arm, thinking the worst.

It was then that I realised my arm had literally ignited in flames, it was so painful that it was unbearable. Without looking down, I jumped, almost spraining my ankle when I landed on my feet on the stage. Six security guards ran around me, putting the fire out and bandaging and caring for my arm.

"I'm fine" I insisted to my manager, when he questioned me finishing the show. There was no way that i'd ever let my fans down. Not now, not ever. I ran back to my mic quickly. "Wow, it's getting hot back here" I laughed, maybe this was what I was worrying about all along. My mind always had a way of telling me to be careful... Too bad it was so vague.

The next song we would play was in a totally different tuning so we were going to have to change guitars. I removed the guitar from around me carefully, holding it in my undamaged arm. I got a weird feeling when nobody came to give me my next guitar, so as any normal rock star would do, I went to get it myself and I deeply regretted it.

I skipped across the stage, floating on adrenalin and happiness. My smile began to hurt my cheeks. As I drew nearer to the guitar rack, I noticed that there wasn't another green guitar in sight. Someone had taken it.

I turned around to look around for my guitar technician, and that's when the real drama happened. "NATASHA, WATCH OUT!" Andy yelled trying to grab me out of the way.

In confusion, I looked around and saw nothing. Out of nowhere, I was pulled full force off my feet like a rag doll.

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*Insert cliffhanger here* YDG?

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