2006-
I walked into the Escape The Fate concert with a smiling face, and I left with an even bigger grin. Ronnie Radke, himself, told me I was beautiful. He said the exact words, "Juliet, your gorgeous, don't put yourself down."
I had been headbanging all night and at the end of the concert he pulled me up and sang me Not Good Enough For The Truth In A Cliche, which was nice because my name happens to be Juliet so it seems as if he was singing directly to me. He choose me t pull up because he said I looked to be having the "Time of my fucking life."
Which I was, I was sitting here watching my favorite band as my favorite meber pulled me up to sing to me.At the end of the song he said, "Let's give the beautiful..what's your name?" He had smiled embarrasdly at me.
"Juliet, and I'm not beautiful."
That was were his line about me being gorgwous came in. I smiled as I left, the cuts on my wrist suddenly feeling not so important.
2008-
Ronnie Radke has been kicked from Escape The Fate, I may love Max and the other members,but Ronnie is the one that saved me, I'm done with this band.
I'm a Ronnie Radke fan, forever. I will support him through thick and thin.
I sighed as I shut the lid of my laptop and wondered what would be the next step for Ronnie, because this can't be the end of his music career. Radke doesn't give up that easy.
I looked to my wrist where the fresh cut from after school today birned a bit, bumby and red.
"Fat little emo, just go ahead and slit your wrsit a little deeper, no one likes you."
I looked into the mirror across from me and stared into the eyes of my dull reflection. I looked to the box where I kept the pills and ciggarettes.
No, I picked up my iPod instead and turned on the song Ronnie sang to me,
2012-
I weaved in and out through the crowds of Warped Tour towards the Falling In Reverse stage with a happy smile. I ran towards it as I saw it and pushed and shoved througb people to the front. That very second, Ryan appeared first and smiled, stumming a bit. Ronnie and the others began to enter as everyone cheered.
Falling In Reverse, baby.
I knew this wasn't the end of it for Ronnie Radke.
"Let's fucking start this show Cincinatti! Whose fucking ready! Okay fuckers, let's start with a song from my old band of assholes called Situations!! Get fuckin pumped!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs, cheering and calping as the first notes of Situations played.
Ten minutes later some guy was grabbing my ass, I pushed him off and continued to rock to The Drug In Me Is You as Ronnie Rocked his cheeta print pants. The guy grinded up on me and I pushed him again. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back hitting my stomach, right where my father had left a bruise yesterday.
I yelped which somehow, over the commotion of the fans and everything, caught Ronnie's attention. He pointed at the asshole who was trying to pull me too him and said to the security, "Pull that asshole off her, right now. You wanna fucking fight? What the fuck?"
Security pulled the guy off me and asked me if I was okay which I nodded to ans Ronnie looked a little worried but continued to perfrom.
As I was leaving later that night while the Warped Tour buzz wore off, Ronnie fucking Radke stopped me and asked, "Hey, are you ok? You looked pretty pained back there? That guy's a fucking asshole."
I was stunned for a second before I shook out of it and answered, "N-No, I'm fine."
"Good. So is this your first Falling In Reverse concert?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah. But in 2006 I went to a Escape The Fate concert.'
"Did you have a good time, today and then?" He asked with a smile. Probably of pity.
"Yeah, of course. Your..my hero. That time in 2006 you actually pulled me onstage and sang to me which was cool because my name's Juliet and you sang NGEFTTIAC so yeha..I'll stop talking now. I'm sorry, you can leave." I looked down.
He laughed, "I remeber that, believ it or not it was because- are those cuts?" I realized that I had taked my braclets off earlier and didn't think anyone would notice or care but here is Ronnie Radke, noticing.
"Uh, Y-yeah." I said folding my arms acrosss my chest.
"Please don't do it again, for me?" he begged, with pleading eyes.
"O-ok. I'll try."
He smiled. "Thank you, Juliet."
2014
The cuts on my wrist, wre now mostly faded, a couple of extremly deep ones wern't but it's okay. I was at the Black Mass Tour today for mostly Falling In Reverse but I'd see Black Veil Brides too.
That night was fucking awesome, both bands put on an amazing show, and I smiled the whole way through because eight years ago before that ETF concert, I would be wishing for death and sliting my wrist right now. If it wasn't for Ronnie Radke...I'd be dead..
I guess I'm kind of just now realizing this..
I guess that music really can save..
