Strong Jawline.
His tattoos perfectly inked on him. I never seen him before in my life. Must be in a new rock band or something. Reality TV show?
Don't get me wrong I know my rock bands well from 30 Seconds To Mars to Slipknot.
After all I'm in a ro...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Rushing inside the fancy hotel behind the immense crowd, I gathered up as much strength as I could to push through the heavily packed lobby.
I tried canceling the loud noise before I get a migraine. Like come on it's way too early to be making too much noise.
This is a normal Saturday morning at a overhyped populated area crowded with celebrities.
"Look! it's Andy! Andrew Biersack look over here!".
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
I felt like a football quarterback trying to push through this unmoved crowd. Like hello, some people are trying to get to bed. MOVE!
I can't wait to get to my soft comfy bed. I don't give a damn about who this Andy or Andrew Biersack is, which by the way is such a weird name if you ask me. Famous or not. I need sleep.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
As they all ran up chasing someone or something I took it as a chance to get to the elevators. Once I got in, I pressed the 7th button.
I felt my eyes closing shut, my eyelids felt heavy as fuck. Man! I should of never gone to that party. I tapped my fingers on the elevator mirror as I laid my head onto it.
The cold glass regulated my overheated body temperature. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, my heart beat racing due to the alcohol in my body system. I contemplated life as I waited for the elevator door to open. Next time I'm staying home in bed.
