A/N: Hey! I don't own Black Veil Brides or Morana or any of the songs that I put in here. But, in the story, some of the songs will be said to be covers and others the band's. So, enjoy!
A Year and Six Months Ago
"What songs are we gonna play?" Our drummer, Ronny asked.
Our band was sitting in my basement, not doing much of anything. Morana, our guitarist, was sitting in a chair, strumming her acoustic guitar. Ronny was tapping her knee with her drum sticks. I was just sitting on the couch, doing nothing. And, Kailee, our bassist, was on this website, where we get most of our stage clothes and such.
"Well, Boulevard of Broken Dreams and Never Too Late are essentials. And, most definately Time To Waste." I said, thinking about our performance that night. We were playing at a teen club in Nashville. We were pumped about it.
"Okay... For Those Who Wait and Riot?" Kailee suggested. I nodded.
"How many songs do we get to do again?" I asked.
"Oh, Tidal. Tidal, Tidal, Tidal, Tidal... Tidal." Ronny said. I groaned.
"First off, you jacked that from me! Second of all, you jacked that from me!"
"I did. And, I think that we can do like seven or eight songs. Seven Nation Army?" Ronny inquired.
"Okay... What about The Diary of Jane and... we should probably do a slow song, soooo... Lips of An Angel?" Mor.
"Got it. We have our songs. And, we're going to wear the black Singer, Drummer, etc. shirts, right?" They nodded.
"'Kay. We've got the whole thing planned out. Who's ready to kick some butt?" Kailee asked. We all raised our hands.
"Good. Because we will."
That Night
"Give a good welcome to My Pain Of Heart!" The announcer dude screamed. We walked onstage. We all nodded. They started playing Riot.
"Let's start a riot.
If you feel so empty Let's start a riot, a riot If you feel so filthy Let's start a riot, a riot If you feel so empty Let's start a riot, a riot
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
So dirty so jacked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so peeved off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot."
Then, we played For Those Who Wait, Never Too Late, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Seven Nation Army, Diary of Jane, and Lips of an Angel. We exited the stage after getting a hearty round of applause. After that, a couple of people came up to us, asking for autographs.
"Hi, you're the band who just performed, right?" A middle-aged man asked as he came up to us.
"Yeah, did you like the show?" I asked. The rest of the band was standing behind me, smiling hugely.
"Yes, I do. It was one of the best perrformances I've seen in a long time. My name is Richard Jameson and I work for Embassy Music. How would you like to be signed?" We were freaking out by then.
"We would love it! What do we have to do?" Ronny asked. The rest of us were too much in shock to answer.
"Here's my card. Come to this adress tomorrow at noon and we'll talk some more." He handed us a card and pointed to an adress on it. We nodded eagerly as he walked away.
Today
"Wake up! We're meeting our tour-mates today! We wanna make a good impression, considering we'll be with them for the next couple of months! Get up!" Kailee, Morana, and Ronny were trying to drag me out of bed.
"Sleep now. Tour-mates later." I mumbled into my pillow. They finally got me out of bed, after threatening several times to hit me over the head with a bucket.
I pulled on my black, 'Cutest Member Of The Band' T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black Converse. After that, I brushed through the rat's nest that was my hair and straightened it. Then, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put my eyeliner on, and I was ready to go!
"So, who is this again?" I asked as we were standing outside of our tour bus, waiting for the other band to show up.
"Black Veil Brides. They're really good. I showed you some of their songs last night." I tried to remember hearing any new music last night, but I was drawing a blank.
"I think that I was passed out for most of the time. So, are they girls or boys?" I inquired.
"They're boys. Super hot boys!" Just then, a car pulled up. Five guys got out of it.
Two of them were screaming at each other, one of them was holding his head in pain, one of them was eating French fries, and the other one had earphones plugged in.
"SHUT UP! I SWEAR, IF YOU TWO SCREAM ANOTHER WORD, I WILL FREAKIN' KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!" The one who was holding his head suddenly burst out. Immediately, the other two shut up.
I finally got a good look at the dude who screamed, and, let me tell you, he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had straight black hair that went past his shoulders, icy blue eyes, and was like freakin' 6'2. That's kinda tall compared to my smallish 5'4. They quickly walked over to us and started introducing themselves.
"Hey, I'm Andy." Hot dude said.
"I'm Ashley, but call me Ash." One of the dudes who was fighting said.
"I'm CC." Other fighting dude said.
"I'm Jake. French fry?" He asked, holding out his box of McDonald's French fries. We all took one, except for Morana, who took three.
"Jack my fries, why don't you?" He asked, sarcastically.
"Dude, introduce yourself." Andy elbowed the dude who was listening to his iPod in his stomach. He took them out.
"Hi, I'm Jinxx. Sorry, I was just a little spaced out." We nodded.
"Nice to meet you all. I'm Tidal." I held my hand out. They all shook it.
"Got a real name?" Ash asked.
"Yup." They looked at me expectently.
"Are you gonna tell us what it is?" Andy asked. I shook my head no.
"I'm Morana." Morana didn't put out her hand, but smiled cheekily.
"That's an interesting name." CC remarked.
"Thanks, it means death." They all nodded, like 'cool'.
"I'm Ronny. It's short for Veronica."
"And, I'm Kailee, the only one with a normal name." We all laughed.
"Well, it was cool meeting you all, but I have to go and take some aspririn, because Ash and CC were screaming at each other the entire way here debating which was better, Three Days Grace or Green Day, and Jake made me stop so he could get French fries." Andy said. We nodded at the fries. Perfectly understandable.
"Green Day is best." We said in unison.
"HA, TOLD YOU!" CC yelled. Andy rubbed his temples and walked away, Jinxx put one earphone in and started dialing on his phone, Jake walked off, still eating his fries, CC literally skipped away, and Ash went somewhere to sulk.
"Well, they seem great!" I exclaimed, actually meaning it.
"Yeah, they do. They are so funny!" Morana exclaimed quietly.
"They are very funny. And, Green Day is way better!" Ronny said.
"Yeah, and French fries are the best food in the world." I shook my head at her, and got on Facebook. I started typing on our official band page.
Hey, peoples! We just met our tour-mates, Black Veil Brides. They're awesome. Andy has a headache, due to Ash and CC, and Jake gave us French fries. Jinxx just listened to his iPod. Very nice. Love you guys! First show is tomorrow night! Look forward to seeing you LA! ~Tidal
I gave it the once over, and pressed the submit button. Immediately, there were comments saying that they were coming to the concert, and likes. One person actually told me what they looked like, so we would know that it was them. I went to Twitter and posted the same thing on my individual account. There were immediately replies and favorites, and such.
"Mor, how's that new song coming along?" Mor is our official song writer. The only thing I can write is regular stories and deciding how high I want the note to be, and the rest of them only write music notes. Otherwise, we write like crap.
"Pretty good. I should be finished by next week, if all goes well." I nodded.
"Hey, does anyone want to go to the grocery store with me? The guys are too lazy to go. We've gotta get food, means of entertainment, et cetera." Andy popped his head through the door. Everyone else groaned.
"I'll go with you. Just let me get my bag, and hoody." My bag was an awesome black backpack with colorful skulls on it. I used it to carry my phone, wallet, iPod, eyeliner, and such. I grabbed my bag and black zip hoody, pulling it on, and walked out the door with Andy.
"Nice bag. What kind of movies do you like? We'll be getting a lot of those." He said.
"Thanks. I like a bunch of kinds. Horror, romance, comedy, the whole enchilada. Which is a good thing, because Ronny likes comedy, Mor likes horror, and Kailee likes romance." He laughed.
"Well, I like horror and any DC superheroes. So, how about we get a romantic comedy with a bunch of blood and gore?" I laughed this time. I noticed that he had a tattoo of Batman on his forearm as we got into his car.
"Sounds good. I like Super Man and Batman. But, I also like Marvel some. I'm kinda like middle ground." He turned to me with his mouth gaping. "Close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies." He turned the car on, and started driving to the nearest grocery store.
"You are one messed up chick, you know that? You can't like both DC and Marvel! The world would've exploded."
"Well, let me know when I need to run for cover. But, I'm middle ground in lots of things. Music, movies, foods, all that chiz." He looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"What is chiz? I've heard that so many times before, but I still don't know what it is."
"I have absolutely no idea. We, we being me and the rest of the band, think that it's either the Euroupean word for cheese or a German sasauge."
"I see. Wanna play 20 Questions?"
"Sure. You go first."
"Position in the band?" He inquired, looking over at me for a second. In that second, I noticed that he had a black lip ring.
"Lead singer. Same for you." He laughed.
"Lead singer. Favorite color?"
"That's two, but black and blue. Same." You can see here that I'm not too creative in coming up with valid questions.
"Black. Favorite band?"
"Either Green Day, Suicide Silence, or Alkaline Trio. I'm going to come up with my own question this time. Where are you from?" He shrugged.
"Well, I was born in Milwaukee, but then I moved to Cincinatti, and then I moved to L.A. Favorite food?"
"Oh, I have so many. And, this is included, and I really hope that this bugs you, but McDonald's French fries. Past jobs that you've had?"
"Yeah, it did bug me a little. But, I was an actor."
"Are you serious? Wow, that's awesome." He nodded.
"It was fun, but I like music better. But, you know, it did get me started. Well, technically, my high school got me started. But, the thought still counts." I nodded. He turned into the parking lot of Wal-Mart, and parked in a space near the back. It was around midday in Los Angelas, so it was pretty crowded.
We got out of the car, and walked in. I pulled the hood of my hoody up out of instinct. Andy did the same. Rabid fans were everywhere, and I had just gotten mauled the day before. One of the maulers actually stole my socks. What confused me, was why they took my socks. I loved all my fans, but that's just jacked up. We grabbed a cart.
"So, what first?" I asked. He thought for a minute.
"Let's get entertainment. Movies and maybe a couple of board games. What's your favorite board game?" He inquired, as we headed to the games section.
"The Game Of Life. Your's?"
"Monopoly. I-" I had made my disgusted face when he said Monopoly, so he stopped, "What's wrong?"
"I hate Monopoly with every fiber of my being. One of our groupies, Jamie, and I played Monopoly with my little brother when I was eleven, and it put me into my dark hole of shame. Been there more than once, never want to go back." He laughed.
"How exactly do you get into your dark hole of shame?"
"When I get stressed enough, but I'm still in a semi good mood, I go into my hole of shame. It's confusing." He nodded, as I stuck my hands in my hoody pockets.
"Yeah, it is. I think I've been in a hole of shame once or twice. Not pleasant. But, we won't make you play. You can watch or be the ref or something. Game of Life," He picked it up off the shelf, ",and let's get Candyland." He picked it up as well.
"To the movies! We should get the Saw movies, The Last Song, and Senior Skip Day. I love Jackson Rathbone in it! He's freakin' hilarious!" I exclaimed.
"A must have is Sweeny Todd. And, the Batman, Superman, Flash, and Green Lantern movies. And, then we're done with entertainment. Any other movie you want?" I shook my head no.
"All righty, then. Warning: When we watch Sweeny Todd, I most likely will be singing along, and I probably will say all the words. I've watched it that many times. Have you ever seen it?" He said, jokingly.
"No. I never really liked movies like that until a couple of months ago. And, by then, Sweeny had died down." He had a horrified look on his face.
"We need to watch it tonight. You'll love it." He bumped my shoulder playfully. I bumped him back, and then, he just randomly started singing quietly.
"What are you singing?"
"Epiphany from Sweeney Todd. It's a good song." I nodded. He started singing a little louder, and, I must admit, it was a good song.
We walked into the movies section, getting stopped once by a group of boys and girls wearing My Pain Of Heart, and Black Veil Brides merchandise. They just asked for autographs and pictures, though. No sock stealing. We found all of the movies we wanted, and plopped them into the cart, and headed to food.
We grabbed dairy products, grain products, junk food, vegetables, fruits, and various drinks.
"Is that everything we need?" He asked, pushing the cart along.
"No. I'm almost out of eyeliner, so I need to go and get more." He nodded. We headed to the makeup section, where a bunch of old ladies were standing in front of the moisturizer. One of them looked up, and headed over to us.
"Hello, dearies. Are you Tidal and Andy Six?" She asked sweetly. I never really got why old ladies called people 'deary'.
"Yes, ma'am." Andy replied, leaning on the cart.
"My grandchildren are big fans. Can I get your autographs?" She held out a pen and piece of paper.
"Sure, what are their names?" Andy took the items, signing it as she told us the names. When he was done, I signed it, and handed it back to her.
"Thank you. They're going to be so happy. Oh, and I'm happy for you two." We looked at her questioningly.
"Thanks, but what do you mean?" I asked wearily.
"Oh, I heard that you two have been dating. I think that you make such a lovely couple!" We blushed tomato red.
"Uh, no. We're friends, but we just met each other about an hour and a half ago." She nodded and walked back to her old lady friends.
I walked over to the eyeliner, grabbed the darkest black that I could find, and dropped it in the cart. We checked out in silence, walked out in silence, up until we got to the car.
"That was weird... Who would've thought that a grandma would actually pay attention to her grandkid's punk bands? I know that mine never did." I said as we unloaded the stuff we bought, and got in the car.
"Yeah. How did people get the impression that we were going out? We just met today!"
"I know." We looked each other in the eye awkwardly. Then, we faced forward and headed back to the buses.
A/N: Hey, peoples! For the record, I don't cuss in stories or in real life, so there will be no profanities in my story! Just putting that out there.