You breathed in. The smell of sweaty bodies all pushed together in a hot crowded room would usually bother you, but today was a exception. It was the BVB concert you had been waiting months for, spent countless hours on babysitting to earn the money for tickets and clothes. It had all come down to this day, this hour, this minute. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the crod began to get excited and chant "black veil brides, black veil brides!" Your stomach did a flip-flop. I a burst of light, your idols to life appeared on stage, smiles on their face and fresh war paint on their bodies. The audience screamed, but you felt as if you screamed the loudest. You were incredebly lucky, your spot was right in front of THE Ashley Purdy! You glanced up as Andy screamed, "You motherfuckers ready!? Y'all look ready to me! Let's goooo!!" And Ashley was staring right at you. You turned around, expecting to see a much prettier girl that he may have been staring at. There was no one but boys behind you, and he's definetly not gay, so.. he's looking at you! Your heart swarmed with butterflies, Ashley had always been your crush, but you never thought you'd even be in his shadow, much less his constant gaze. During the whole set he never took his eyes off of you, only making you more antsy. When intermission came, others around you began to file out to the lobby, but you stayed. You had nowhere to go. Looking down at your phone, you didn't even notice Ashley jump off the stage and walk torwards you. " hey beautiful, watcha doin?" You shot straight up, chills going down your spine. You could only reply with "u-uh, umm..." he smirked. " a bit on the quiet side I see, that only makes you cuter." You felt yourself blushing like mad. He let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, my names Ashley, but I think you already knew that." Rubbing the back of his neck. He stuck out his hand, intending for a shake. Your stomach did a somarsault. You slowly reached out your hand, trying not to sweat buckets. He gently grabbed it, and slipped a piece of paper into it. He leaned into your ear and whispered, " your very pretty, maybe we can meet up sometimes?" You must have blown steam out of your ears because all you could to nod. He gave a wink and climed back on stage as others began to come back. You opened your hand to reveal a slip of paper with his number, signed: Your very purdy ;) xoxo
hello there! My name is Rose and I'm the author of your very purdy .
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