BVB One Shots

C'mon Irene (Andy)

Dedicated to @Emo_potato_life

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Warnings: cursing

Enjoy!

Andy Biersack pointed to me, "How about you...in the front right here? Why don't you come up on stage?"
"Me?" I mouthed back to him.
He nodded his head and smiled. He motioned for me to grab his hand. I did so and he helped me up onto the stage. A spare microphone was shoved into my hand.
He whispered, "You know the words, right?"
"Y-yes..."
"Good," he smiled, "What's your name?"
"Irene."
"Well then Irene," the music started , "Go get 'em!"
"What the fuck?" I said.
Andy went towards the back of the stage. The spotlight was on me. He gave me a thumbs up and yelled, "C'mon Irene! Your part is coming up."

-3 hours earlier-

"You going back to the hotel with us Irene?" my best friend's boyfriend asked me.
"Nah," I smiled, "You guys have fun. I'm going to stay here and walk around."
My best friend laughed, "You just want to meet Andy...that's what it is."
"No it's not! I just...want to make some new friends."
"Whatever," she winked at me, "Since when have you taken an interest in getting to know new people...well besides Andy of course..."
"Since now! You guys head back to the hotel. I will be perfectly fine."
   I went around to a couple different tents. None of the merchandise really interested me too terribly much. A few of the jewelry items look pretty cool but not worth getting. I mainly looked at the buttons. Most of the young teenagers there were looking at shirts and dresses, but they were blowing their parents money. I laughed to myself remembering those days; I was just like them. This was my seventh Warped Tour.
    My first one was when I was sixteen; I had saved up my money for six months and blew it all in one day. My parents were not that happy since they had added sixty dollars to my one hundred fifty already. Could they have honestly expected change from a sixteen year old fangirl who had not self-control whatsoever?
   An hour and a half of wondering had gone by, and I was starting to think my best friend was right. There was not really any reason for me to still be here. I finished exploring nearly every tent, including ones that represented bands I had never bothered to listen to. I even visited the BOTDF tent! I had never seen that tent the previous six years.
    My feet were killing me, but I still felt an exciting buzz. Perhaps my friend was right. I really wanted to accidentally bump into Andy, and then fall in love like in all the fanfictions I read online. We would have huge fights and then makeup and have sex. Andy and I would also get married and have two kids with poetic names...I really needed to stop daydreaming. This was the real world; things like that don't happen.
Two teenagers passed by me, "Avery, aren't you excited for Black Veil Brides?"
"Of course I am Bella! C'mon let's hurry so we can be in the front row!"
It's starting soon? I wondered.
I followed the two girls to the stage where the instruments were currently being set up. Mic checks were being done by the sound crew, and cords were carefully check and rechecked. The boys came out for a split second to check out everything themselves. When Andy came out to check the microphone in the very front of the set, we caught each other's eye. I instantly blushed, and he only smiled at me before going to check his microphone. He began singing a ridiculous and humorous song.
"This is a check~
A check for a microphone~
This sounds pretty good~
Hope it doesn't
blow up in my face later~
Cuz that would be very baddddddd"
The crowd and I laughed at his little song. He looked at me once again and winked. He came over to me and sat on the stage. His legs dangled over the side and swung slowly back and forth.
"Did you like my song?" he asked me.
I stuttered, "Y-yeah. It was kind of f-funny."
"I bet you could sing pretty well. Do you?"
"Sometimes...I'm no professional like you."
"Why don't you come up here and do a microphone check too?"
"I'm not sure I can do that."
"You are with me. Security won't mind, trust me."
"O-Okay."
I checked one of the back microphones. I simply said "Check check". However, Andy wanted me to sing a song; to be more specific, he wanted me to sing something similar his song.
"C'mon!" he urged me.
"Thi-This is a check
A check for a microphone
This sounds okay
Hope you guys
don't hate my voice
I'm done now."
The crowd laughed at my song too; I also earned a few cheers. Andy gave me a pat on the back and said that I did alright.
"I think you've got a real talent. You never know where that could take you."
Little did I know that it would take me back up on that stage in front of thousands of people.

-Back to the current time-

I stuttered through the first few lines.
"D-Driving through this wor-world unknown, I've built my life on broken bones
Not living for this anymore, you want a fight I'll b-bring a war
I feel ali-alive inside I won't be terrorized, I'll take all the blame"
I started to sing more and more. I became more confident as each word flowed out of mouth easily. I was no longer stuttering, and I no longer stayed in just one spot on the stage. I walked around and danced between the breaks.
I turned to see Andy smirking at me. I grabbed his hand and moved him towards the front of the stage with me. We held hands and sang the last little bit of the last song together.
"This heart of fire, fire, fire
This Heart of fire (Fire), fire (Fire), fire (Fire)
This Heart of fire"
The crowd was roaring after we finished our performance. The band and I bowed together. I was going to walk off the stage and join the huge crowd, but Andy pulled me off of the stage with him towards the backstage area.
"That was absolutely amazing...what you did out there," he said.
"Thank you, but why did you invite me on stage?"
"I wanted you to see just how much fucking talent you have. You should preform with us again!"
"So I'm just suppose to drop everything and go perform with you?"
Andy chuckled, "Well...yeah...you in?"
Following my gut and the rebellious side in me I said, "Fuck yeah. I would just like to collect my things first."
"Of course," he smiled, "How about you perform with us for the rest of the tour and then we will see what happens?"
"That sounds alright to me, but I do have to admit that this is fucking crazy!"
"I know," he kissed my cheek, "That is what makes it so good."