Warped Tour. The place I've dreamed of going to since I knew Rock music existed. I've finally bought tickets, but no one to go with me. I only had a few friends, and the few I had hated the music I listened to. After ranting about it on Twitter, I decided to just go for a walk.
"Jesus," I mummbled under my breath, "For March it's freezing cold," I complained, wrapping my arms around me and my baggy "Cool Story Bro" sweat shirt. I pulled out my iPhone and scrolled through Twitter. (Yes, Im addicted) And read all my internet friends asking me what stage we could met at, blah blah blah. I was reading Andy Beirsack's new tweet when I ran into somthing, HARD.
I fell on my butt and dropped my phone form the impact.
"Fuck," A deep voice muttered, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going are you okay?" He asked, and held out a hand to help me up. I noticed black paint on his hand, and when I looked up to his face, my knees went weak. "Yo-your.." I was at a loss for words.
"Andy Beirsack? Yeah," He smirked, "And what's your name?"
I mentally slapped myself for fangirling infront of the man I've been wishing to see since I discovered Black Veil Brides.
"Emily," I smiled.
"Well, Emily.." Andy chuckled, "You seem to be a fan," motioning to my BVB plugs I bought from Hot Topic.
"Well, uhm....yeah," I blushed and looked down at my feet, "I should probably get going," I mummbled and started to walk away, he probably had somthing important to do.
"Wait!" He exclaimed,"Don't you want to met the rest of the band?"