Andy's POV:
It's almost showtime and I can't hide my nerves.
"Andy," I could hear Jinxx say from behind. "You alright, man?"
"Yeah," I lied. "Yeah, I'm good." I soon felt a hand softly rest on my shoulder. Turning to see who it was, I meet eyes with my girlfriend, Juliet.
"You okay, babe?" she asked softly. Her eyes were filled with concern. I say, not a word, only put on a fake smile and nod a silent 'yes.' She gave a weak smile before I turned to walk on stage.
"What's up Las Vegas!" I shout into the microphone. The crowd screams and cheers in excitement. As Jake began to play the intro to Knives and Pens, I began to feel light headed. Brushing it off as nothing, I began to sing. "Alone, at last, we can sin and fight. I've lost all faith in this blurring light." My eyesight began to blur a bit, but once more, I brush it off as nothing. "Stay right here, we can change our plight. Storm-" I collapsed on stage, my sight fading to black. I could hear gasps from the crowd and people asking 'is he alright?'
"You okay, bro?" I could hear Jinxx say just before everything went completely black.
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My eyes slowly opened, only to be met with the sight of Juliet's crying face.
"What happened?" I ask, groggily.
"You passed out." she replied. "Do you remember anything?" I shake my head in a silent 'no.' Juliet puts on an obviously fake smile, gently taking my hand. "It doesn't matter. Thing is, you're okay." I smile back, trying to pretend everything was normal. It took a moment for me to realize we were back on the bus. It shouldn't have taken this long for me to recognise my tour bus.
"Andy!" Ashely half shouted when he came into the common area. He threw his arms around me, practically squeezing me to death.
"Dude, let the poor guy breathe!" I could hear CC call from the doorway to bunk alley.
"I'm fine, Ash." I say breathlessly as I could feel my ribcage almost crack. Ashely let go quickly, smiling at me as he gently brushed a hand against my hair. This is gonna be a long...long tour.
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We Don't Have to Dance
Random"It's for the fans," I tell myself. "I don't want them to worry."