azrael
my foot tapped against the floor of the car, and i drummed my fingers against the steering wheel. even though the show is in new york, it's in NYC, and i live in brooklyn. (a/n i'm sorry if the new york references don't make sense, i don't know much abt it cause i'm dumb 🤠) so the morning traffic was horrific. it takes about an hour to get to the studio where i upload my tv show, which is only 15 minutes walking distance. so naturally, driving to a different part of the city was going to take a long time. i blasted some music to wake me up, and concentrated on driving.
i started to think, i'm going to be with my boyfriend at 10:00. that's when the meet and greet starts, 10 AM. it's for VIPS only, so it's only gonna be me and a few others there. my heart can't contain itself, it's beating faster than my car is driving.
i tried to wear something relatively comfy, so i had just thrown on some jeans and a shirt. i really hope that it's enough to impress brendon, because holy hell, he's brendon urie and i'm merely azrael santiago.
the car slowly creeps on, and i'm annoyed, but at the same time i'm not, because every inch i cover is an inch closer to brendon, and i wonder how i got so lucky. i'm literally living the dream of every school girl.
(i'm gonna time skip because there's nothing much to do in the car 😎)
i pull into the parking lot of the stadium, and my heart is beating faster and faster. it's happening. i'm meeting my idol, and my boyfriend. who happen to be the same person.
i step out of my car, and every time i pick up my foot it feels like it weighs a billion tons. i'm moving slowly, but quickly, if that makes sense.
oh. my. god.
i'm trying not to have a panic attack, but ZackCloudHall stood at the vip section.
"hizackimazraelimbrendonsgirlfriendheresmypassiloveyoubye" i squeal.
inside, my footsteps echo. i wait for the clock to tick 10:00, so the doors will open.
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click.
my heart stops.
"yeah yeah, opening the doors now, gotta go.."
i see the back of a man with black hair, leather pants and a gold jacket. that's my man. my boyfriend.
brendon urie.
i drop my stuff, and before he could see who i was, i jump on his back, tears streaming down my face.
"whO THE HELL-" he somewhat screams.
he gently lifts me down, and looks at me in the eyes.
"oh my god." he gasps.
"hey, baby."
"hi, doll face." he smiles, "i'm so glad to finally meet you."
and with that, he lifts me onto the counter and kisses me like there's no tomorrow.
