Honesty

Josh was wailing into the microphone and Sam was grooving out — clearly in the zone. Jake was shredding on his guitar and Danny was hitting the drums harder than ever. You never thought you'd actually be able to see Greta Van Fleet live and in the front row. To be so close to them felt like a dream; surreal and magical. They were giving it their all and you appreciated their determination to put on a good show for everyone. You were close enough that you could see the sweat glistening on their skin and their heaving breaths in between songs as they got more and more into it. Jake, in particular, was so sweaty that his long brown hair was sticking to his forehead; that didn't seem to bother him, though. Jake actually caught your eye a couple of times and Josh smiled at you when he noticed you singing along to every song, even the covers. At one point, he actually pointed between you and your friend.
Oh, yeah, Y/F/N: your best friend... and ex. You were so transfixed with what was happening on stage that you forgot you weren't there alone. He pointed between the two of you with raised brows, silently asking if you were together, you assumed.
"We're here together, not actually together-together!" you yelled over the music —Jake's searing guitar solo— shaking your head vehemently and making a cutting motion with your hand towards your neck. Y/F/N looked at you incredulously. Oops. Josh noticed the scalding look they shot you but his face lit up with the brightest smile you'd ever seen. You couldn't believe that you caused this gorgeous rockstar to smile that big, that beautifully. You almost felt proud as your stomach fluttered, heat rose to your cheeks and not just because you had been rocking out so much in close proximity to other fans around you.

When the band finally came out for their encore, relief flooded your body. You were worried that might have been it and didn't want it to end. Once again, the twins were interacting with you; smiling, winking and pointing at you throughout their final songs. Y/F/N was almost rolling their eyes, although they were a fan too. Probably just jealous that you were getting most of the attention. They were kind of possessive over you, despite the two of you not being in a romantic relationship for a couple of years now, and receiving flirtatious attention from other people... that really pissed them off.

Josh said his thank you's and goodnight's and the band left the stage, waving as they went. That was it this time. A sadness settled in your heart and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were still squished up against the barricade waiting for everyone else to leave.
"Excuse me?" The deep voice made you look up. A tall man dressed in all black, casual attire stood in front of you. "The band wants to know if you'd be interested in coming backstage."
Your eyes widened, "Of course, I mean- I'd be very interested-" Taking a deep breath, you managed to stutter your final response. "Yes, I'd love to!" The man smiled at your eagerness and nodded towards one of the security guys to lift you up and over the barricade. Once you had made it to the other side, you remembered. "Wait!" This caused the man to stop in his tracks and turn back around to you. "Can my friend come with me? We came together, I don't want to leave them." He thought about it for a second.
"Yeah, okay. I'm sure they won't mind."
That same security guy helped YFN over the barricade and you followed the man through a door that wasn't visible from out in the standing area. Both of you were led through a dark corridor which was narrow and dingy; this venue wasn't the best. You were actually surprised that they were staying long enough to meet fans, and backstage of all places. When you reached a door with a piece of paper taped to it that read "Greta Van Fleet", the realisation of what was about to happen hit you like a truck. There was no time to freak out before the door opened and Josh Kiszka was standing right in front of you, welcoming you inside.

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The dressing room was small but there was enough room for a couch and some acoustic guitars they must have been jamming on before the show. An assortment of food and drink was spread out on the vanity table and there was a bathroom tucked away around a small corner. You were admiring the lights that lined the mirrors when Josh came up to you and handed you a full champagne flute. You thanked him and clinked your glasses together.
"To showbiz!" He announced. You laughed and looked to the other boys who shot Josh confused looks. "Guys, the lights." Nothing. "Like in showbiz?" Still nothing. "Ugh, it doesn't matter." He paused for a moment. "Oh! Okay, to Y/N!" They all cheered at that, raising their champagne and beer bottles in the air before taking sips, your best friend included. Y/F/N was a musician too and quickly got talking to Jake, Sam and Danny about their gear. It was nice to see them revelling in the attention and really genuinely making friends with the boys. Josh, on the other hand, was more interested in you. Why? You had no idea. Other than also being a singer, you didn't think you had that much in common. He was attractive, though. There was no way you could deny that.