It is the year 2017, and Twenty One Pilots is at the peak of their fame. While Josh Dun remains humble to his roots, Tyler Joseph has let the fame get to him. Arriving home drunk has been happening way too often. He has become ill-mannered, arrogant...
I analyzed my reflection in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.
Why does it seem like the more I look at myself, the more flaws I see?
I huffed, tugging on my black crop top that I paired with black ripped jeans and - surprise - black boots.
All black, like my soul and my heart.
"Bailey, you're giving me a headache." James said, holding a mug of what I believed was coffee tightly. I glared at him from the mirror. "Stop fussing!"
"You give me a migraine just by existing." I retort, only half-meaning it. "Stop looking if it bothers you so much."
"Whatever." He muttered as he walked out of the room and towards the living area.
I finally leave my spot in front of the mirror after a few minutes and head to the living area as well.
"It's 8:20-something, so I think we need to go." I inform the rest of the lads, who were all compressed uncomfortably in the intricately designed couch.
I smiled, realizing that all of us had worn all black outfits, save for Matt and James, who had worn white trainers and a white shirt respectively.
Matt stood up lazily as he always did, and Tom followed. But the latter jumped up excitedly.
"Guys, I -"
"Don't." Matt told Tom sharply. "We don't need to know how shaky you are."
I snickered softly at Tom, who pouted, as the four of us walked towards the elevators that probably cost more than our whole band's net worth.
"I am so -" I start teasingly, and Matt gives me a look. "excited."
I chuckle when Matt audibly heaves a sigh of relief. "This is such a big day, and I must say, I am so proud of us all personally, and as a band."
They all 'aww'ed at what I said. James even wiped a fake tear from his eye, which made me laugh.
"I love you twats so fucking much!" Matt exclaimed, initiating a group hug.
"Even you, Tom, no matter how shaky you are."
I rolled my eyes, smacking Matt's shoulder as we pulled away from the hug. "Way to ruin the moment, you prick."
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A/N:
this is short, but no one's reading this anyway, so who really cares?
anyway, pyper america smith plays bailey, because i think pyper is one cute human being. that's all!
