Band One-Shots (Open!)

Why Not? (Devin "Ghost" Sola)

  I stood in line nervously, waiting to reach the signing table after the concert. I scanned the posters for sale, almost afraid to look at the band since I knew I would probably get an anxiety attack.

"Next!"

  Oh God, one more person and then I meet Motionless In White. My excitement started to kick in again, and I got that giddy fangirl feeling that most do.

  I quickly settled on a poster of the full band that said, "AMERICA," making sure I had my wallet out to pay.

"Next!"

Oh my God I'm next.

  It felt like an infinity passed before it was my turn. Finally, I stepped up to meet the band.

  The first person I talked to was Megan Massacre, since she was handing out the merch.

  I quickly paid for my poster, then moved down to get it signed first by Ryan. "Hey there, what's your name?"

  "Sarie." I answered, blushing slightly. He was about to write on the poster, but paused.

  "How the fuck do you spell that?" Ryan asked. I answered quickly, not wanting to take up anyone's valuable time.

  He scribbled on the poster, then passed it to Balz. "Hey good lookin'!" Balz winked, eyeing me, "LOVE the hair."

  My hair is really, really long. I have it dyed blood red, with a few black streaks here and there.

  "Thanks." I blushed again. He signed the poster, thanked me for coming to the show, then passed my poster to Vinny.

  Next it was handed to Chris, then Ricky, and the last person to sign it was Devin, aka Ghost.

  I got major butterflies as soon as I was standing in front of him. He's my favorite member of the band, he's so cute and sweet and sassy.

His looks don't really hurt either.

  "Hey there, thanks for coming out." he smiled, talking quietly. "Um, no problem." I giggled softly.

  His eyes darted down to the poster for a second, then back up to me. "Sarie, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

  He picked up his Sharpie and scribbled on the poster for a second, then handed it to me.

  I thanked him and started to walk away, but he stopped me. "Hang on, read it first." he chuckled.

  I blushed again as I read, "Stay here with me. -Devin." I looked back up at him with shock, and he motioned for me to come to his side of the table.

  I did as told, standing behind him awkwardly as he signed several more things for assorted fans.

  Finally, security cut off the line, allowing the band to leave. Why would he have me stay if he wasn't even going to look at me? Fuck him then.

  I started to walk away, so angry I left my poster behind, as well as trying not to cry from frustration.

  When I reached the doors of the venue, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

  "Get the fuck off!" I hissed, jerking free of the person's grasp and spinning around to face them.

It was Devin.

  He looked both surprised and hurt that I was leaving, and that I threw attitude at him.

  "I'm sorry, I just, where are you going?" he stammered. "I'm going HOME." I growled at him, my bright blue eyes staring daggers into him.