This Love Was Out of Control
And The Winner Is...
*Jaime’s POV*
“Vic, I’m gonna be honest with you,” I started, hoping he wouldn’t take my comment to the heart. “We gotta do something about your eyebrows.” Now I regret saying it because the expression on his face wasn’t pleasant. I always noticed that about his face. Something was a little off, but I never thought it would come to the conclusion of his eyebrows. Thick eyebrows don’t bother me, they just throw me off.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” he said placing his hands on his hips.
“Well, they’re very thick and unshapely.” I came right out and said it. It’s not gonna make me love him less if he doesn’t get them done, it was just a suggestion to consider.
“The fuck does that even mean?” his voice more stern.
“You know I love you, but they need to be fixed. I don't care if you don't get them done, I was just wondering if it bothered you?”
“Is that why you can’t look me directly in the eyes?”
“No, it’s just, damn it, Vic. You’re fucking perfect. I just need your eyebrows to be perfect like you.” Is that mean? Am I too harsh?
“Umm, I don’t know. I think they’re fine. I’ve been made fun of for it before, but coming from you makes me feel ugly.”
“Don’t even start with that shit. I love you, you are not ugly, if anyone tells you that you’re ugly, fuck ‘em. Wait don’t fuck ‘em, fuck me instead.” Maybe a little bit of a joke won’t hurt him.
“Ok, fine, I‘ll fuck you,” he chuckled, pecking me a kiss on the cheek. “Are you paying? I‘m only doing this because I love you or else I couldn‘t give a shit about what you have to say.”
“Yeah, I’ll pay,” I said ignoring his statement about what others think.
~~~
“This may hurt a little,” the lady said, smoothing on the hot orange wax around his left brow, shaping it to have a mini arch. I don’t want him to look girly, he’s just gonna have the middle done and the bottom. The top is unnecessary to be fixed because there’s nothing wrong with it. She placed on the wax paper and softed her touch, rubbing lightly on the area that was about to be pulled. With a swift motion, she yanked off the wax paper.
“Ow, fuck!” Vic screamed, squeezing my hand. “That hurt sooo badly!”
“Other side now,” the lady said, angling his face towards her, bringing his right brow closer. She mirrored her action and placed on the wax and wax paper. She ripped off the wax paper with more force than she did the last one.
“Ow!”
“Oh shut up, you big baby,” I commented on his whining. He held onto my hand a little tighter.
“How do girls do this shit?! All I feel is pain and my skin catching on fire as it gets ripped off,” Vic said, laying his head back down, staring at the lady who was preparing more agony for him. He's hanging onto my hand for dear life, like I'm protecting him from the evil lady that's gonna apply a sharp sting when being ripped off.
“You’ll be fine. The redness will heal up later. Time for the middle and then you’re done.”
More whining escaped his lips. I stared at him in pain. It was hard watching the excessive hairs get pulled off from his face. She couldn’t do it a little more gentler? She’s a freaking pyscho!
~~~
Later that day, we were all bored, sitting around eating chips and salsa while Mike made his stupid pizza rolls. Him and his damn pizza rolls. They always gotta come in between everything. I remember one time, it was after school and we were all hungry, Mike was the first one to go to the freezer, and he pulled out a box with no pizza rolls in it. But seriously, who the fuck puts an empty box of pizza rolls back in the freezer? WHO? He started arguing back and forth about his frozen snack being gone and blamed Vic for it because he was the only one home at the time. Silly Mike. And stupid Vic for deceiving his brother.
“Don’t you guys think we should be working on a song?” Tony asked, chewing on a hangnail.
“Don’t need to. I already have the lyrics finished. We just need to work on your parts,” Vic said, falling back on the couch and resting his head on the arm rest.
“What song is it?” I asked, laying on top of him so he was underneath me, smiling widely and clutching my shirt.
“You and your dimples,” he joked, poking each side of my cheeks and laughing, exposing his pearly whites. I remember the time he flashed me his gorgeous smile in the middle of class and we started passing notes. But we had to stop because Kellin was jealous at the time and didn’t want us doing that. Plus everyone else would’ve noticed at the time that Vic was gay and he wanted to have a closed and hidden relationship. But now he’s openly gay and no one cares so it works out perfectly.
I kissed his cheek and trailed my lips down to his stomach. “Which song is it?!”
"Surprise," he winked. "You'll know when I start singing it when we practice." He rubbed my stomach and planted small kisses on my neck.
“How many damn times do I fucking have to tell you motherfuckers to get bloody room?!” Tony screeched, pulling me up by my waist and sitting me on the couch properly.
“Damn, turtle, we’re not fucking, just kissing and being playful with each other,” I explained. “A couple kisses here and there won’t hurt.”
“What crawled up your anus this morning?” Tony questioned. I don't understand why he's asking Vic that because he's the one getting bitter about it.
Vic gave me a priceless stare, only to look at Tony and tell him, “Do I have to say?”
Tony turned on his heels and walked to the backroom where Mike headed. Tony always gets so annoyed and serious every time Vic and I make out in front of him. To be honest, we weren’t even making out so I don’t know what the hell his problem is. It was just a couple of kisses and teasing.
“You know, I never got my happy ending last week,” Vic pointed out, biting his lower lip and yanking my shirt so I could be on top of him again. I licked my lips, wanting to rip his shirt off. Just thinking about a happy ending sends me tipping over the edge, wanting carry him up to his bed and suck on his neck tenderly.
“I said you weren’t getting one,” I admitted, recollecting my words in the spa.
“That’s harsh,” he said rolling his eyes.
“We already made it into the Final Five. Tell you what, if we make first place, you get your happy ending,” I winked, pecking small kisses on his neck.
“I like the sound of that. That’s just gonna make me work extra hard for you to get inside of me.”
"Ya nasty," Tony blurted, poking his head out the door.
~~~
*Vic’s POV*
Battle of the Bands: Final Five was today, in less that 5 hours, we will be making our way to the stage and performing for another live audience. This time, no judges, it’s up to the audience to decide if they want us or not. I heard second and third place get a quarter of 100,000 for their band because they made it to the finals. Sadly, fourth and fifth get nothing and they walk home empty handed. But they can always try again in a couple months. That’s the best thing about Battle of the Bands. They really wanna get recording contracts for all the unfamous bands out there that could be changing lives as we speak. They do auditions every couple months to let young bands perform and be judged to move on to the next round.
We’ve practiced this song long and hard for it to sound the best and be the best. To please the audience and win would be a dream come true for me and Mike. We’ve been in and out of bands for a while and we got nothing out of it. Maybe this time, it will be something different for us to experience as a young band. I have faith in Pierce the Veil.
~~~
Time has passed and we were on our way. Mike was getting hyped up in the back seat with Tony. For once, Tony didn’t seem so down in the dumps like he always does. He told me that Caesar was gonna be in the audience and Mike told me that Frenchi was gonna be in the audience. I still think she’s a dumb bitch and my opinion is not gonna alter on her. But Caesar and Tony are adorable together.
We arrived backstage, placing our stuff on the ground where we had it two weeks ago. I glanced around and observed that we were a little late coming in. I already had Austin come up to me and tell me that their band is on in five minutes. I poked my head through the curtain and viewed a full audience assembled in their seats, waiting for us to start.
I strolled around backstage to find the schedule sheet to know what number we were to go on. Apparently, we were last this time. I peered down at the order.
1. Of Mice and Men
2. Tonight Alive
3. Sleeping with Sirens
4. The Color Morale
5. Pierce the Veil
I already knew Austin and his band passed through and so did Kellin and his boys. Tonight Alive? Wait, that’s Jenna’s band! I remember her saying she had a band and her wanting to be famous. I can’t believe she passed and All Time Low didn’t! I didn’t see them on the list! That’s so weird, I swear they were gonna pass. Never heard of The Color Morale nor do I know the people in it. They must be good if they took Jack and Alex’s place on the stage.
“Please welcome Of Mice and Men to the stage!” the guy blurted, shooing his way backstage and placing his microphone back on the stand. Austin and his band ran out on the stage like they did last time, only Alan began to make everyone stand up by throwing his hands in the air. The audience screamed and cheered, jumping up and down for them.
I ignored his actions and proceeded over to my band mates. “Ok guys, this is it…again. But this time, it’s for real. No turning back, no giving up, we came here as a team, and we’ll finish as a team.” As I ended my mini speech, Kellin jumped me from behind and tackled me to the ground, making Mike and everyone else stare at me awkwardly.
“Vic! I’m so happy to see you here! I hope you make it…after us,” he joked, winking at me and smacking my shoulder.
“Very funny, Quinn. We’re gonna prove you wrong and make first place.” I tried not to sound too confident or else the audience could come back and bite you in the ass. Everything I was saying was just talk; but the judgement is made on our performace.
Of Mice and Men finished and the lady that does the call outs came backstage again. “TONIGHT ALIVE! BE READY TO BE CALLED ON STAGE IN FIVE MINUTES! YOU‘RE NEXT!”
I saw some guys and Jenna rush over to the side of the curtain, already prepared to wow the audience. I skipped over to her and poked her in her cheek. “Get ‘em, girl!”
She smiled and hugged me, embracing me with all her might. “Thanks, Vic! It’s just so amazing how far we’ve come and we definitely want to be signed to a label. It’s been my dream forever. By the way, what happened to your eyebrows?” We dicussed all the things she wishes her band would accomplish that she almost forgot she was next on stage.
"I got them done. Don't they look great?"
"I guess."
“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting you all, Tonight Alive!” the guy said, yet once again to the young audience who were now standing tall and clapping loudly for the band.
~~~
Sleeping with Sirens finished their quick set and The Color Morale were just ending theirs. Kellin did such a great job performing a song called Alone. That song really made me feel something. He doesn't want to feel alone. He doesn't want to die alone. I'm pretty sure he'll find somebody to love in no time.
I can’t believe MGK really came through for him. After their set, I talked to him for about 7 minutes backstage, just rambling on and on about how I wanted to meet him. The Morale dudes were fucking sick! I’ve never heard music like theirs before. Their song Strange Comfort really hits me for some strange reason. Ha, get it? Yeah, I’ll stop. It’s not funny anyways. Moving on.
“PIERCE THE VEIL! FIVE MINUTES TILL YOUR OPENING! EXPECT TO BE CALLED ON STAGE!” the loud ranting lady went on.
“Huddle up, guys!” Mike yelled from a distance. He started out the clapping this time, only because I was making my way over to the group.
“And 1, 2, 3, 4...HEY VIC!”
“UH HUH?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“START IT OUT.”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY TONY!”
“YES?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“WHAT?”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY MIKE!”
“YO!”
“THE DEVIL.”
“AHH!”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY JAIME!”
“HMM?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“EWWW!”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE…P.T.V! WOOOOO!” We through our arms in the air, signaling we were ready.
“For our last performace of the night, I want to welcome Pierce the Veil to the stage!”
The audience gave us a standing ovation. They quickly settled in for us to begin, not like last time. Two weeks ago, I was begging for them to chill out and let us commence. It was funny how they briskly halted their cheering and talking.
“How are all you beautiful people doing tonight?” Screams and yells ranted from the audience, fists in the air and what not. I have a special surprise for them. “Before I start the song, I have someone important I need you all to welcome to the stage. Her name is Lindsey Stamey and she will be helping me out tonight. Give her a round of applause!” More blares flew the mouths of youngsters. She approached the stage and hugged me. “Alright, now, who hear wants to hear a song?!” Hollering came and left in an instant. “Good. This song was written for someone who means a lot to me. It also features a past of someone backstage and I don’t think I’m allowed to say his name; he just might kill me. If you’re listening to this, I want you to know this song was also for you. And for the record, this song has a deep meaning to it and it was written for the one who you see standing before you today.” I rotated my head to the right and observed Jaime smiling at me. “Jaime, you’re my everything, love. I love you.”
We quickly shared a kiss on stage and the audience went nuts. Too many “aww’s” surrounded the stage, my stomach filling with butterflies and tingles. Oh yeah, and Tony rolling his eyes at us...again.
“This song is called Hold On Till May. Hope you guys like it! Here we go!”
♪ She sits up high surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy"
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?
Now don't be crazy
Yes now of course you can stay here.
Been in a touring band for going on ten years.
"Big deal," she said, "I guess you're official"
I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel
Burned out
It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?
If I were you, I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again
Darling you'll be okay
And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
Tell me where did it go? ♪
Tony finished off the last guitar strum and the aduience was screaming, blaring with cheers and crying.
“Give it up for Lindsey!” I shouted as she made her way backstage. I saw Kellin pop his head through the curtain, clapping for me and smiling.
Chants started surrounding the room. My mind went in awe at what I was hearing. This is unbelievable. “PIERCE THE VEIL! PIERCE THE VEIL! PIERCE THE VEIL!” Everyone’s fists and hands were in the air, swaying and jerking up and down in motion as if we were all playing “rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” This reminds me of our huge soccer game we had when everyone was chanting Jaime's name. Instead, they were chanting all our names, but in the form of our band name.
Kellin ran from backstage and picked me up, caring me in the air by my stomach. He cheered our band on and stepped me back on my two feet again. "What the fuck happen to your eyebrows?!" Why didn't he ask me this earlier? He saw me didn't he?
"I got them done! Don't they look great?"
"Ummm, I think you were beautiful they way you were before. But I guess it's ok. It's nice." He ran backstage and gave me a thumbs up. He’s such a fudgy stick.
“Alright everyone here we go. Baced on all the screams and cheering we’ve heard, we have finally come to our decision. In third place, with their huge performace, Sleeping with Sirens!” the guy bellowed in to the microphone. Sleeping with Sirens made their way to the stage once more, still receiving screams and chants from kids. Wow, I swear they would be first! The voices lowered. Anticipation running through my veins, wondering if we were gonna be called next. Second place isn’t so bad, right? At least we made it this far. “In second place...The Color Morale!”
This was it. Either we won or didn’t win anything. It would be a total bummer if we didn’t win because we put our hearts and souls into this band. To not win would be mind breaking and heart clashing.
“And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Our first place winners!” Roaring soared above the super small venue.
Mike, Tony, Jaime, and I all stood together backstage, holding onto one another and embracing each other’s shoulders. Our eyes were jammed tightly and our hearts were beating like there was no tomorrow. Well, we feel like there wouldn’t be if we don’t make it.
“We better win this shit. I quit my job for this,” Tony quickly spat out, making all of us halt our praying to stare at him.
“You did what?!” Jaime wailed at him, giving him an “OMG” look.
“And the winner is…"
“Vic, I’m gonna be honest with you,” I started, hoping he wouldn’t take my comment to the heart. “We gotta do something about your eyebrows.” Now I regret saying it because the expression on his face wasn’t pleasant. I always noticed that about his face. Something was a little off, but I never thought it would come to the conclusion of his eyebrows. Thick eyebrows don’t bother me, they just throw me off.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” he said placing his hands on his hips.
“Well, they’re very thick and unshapely.” I came right out and said it. It’s not gonna make me love him less if he doesn’t get them done, it was just a suggestion to consider.
“The fuck does that even mean?” his voice more stern.
“You know I love you, but they need to be fixed. I don't care if you don't get them done, I was just wondering if it bothered you?”
“Is that why you can’t look me directly in the eyes?”
“No, it’s just, damn it, Vic. You’re fucking perfect. I just need your eyebrows to be perfect like you.” Is that mean? Am I too harsh?
“Umm, I don’t know. I think they’re fine. I’ve been made fun of for it before, but coming from you makes me feel ugly.”
“Don’t even start with that shit. I love you, you are not ugly, if anyone tells you that you’re ugly, fuck ‘em. Wait don’t fuck ‘em, fuck me instead.” Maybe a little bit of a joke won’t hurt him.
“Ok, fine, I‘ll fuck you,” he chuckled, pecking me a kiss on the cheek. “Are you paying? I‘m only doing this because I love you or else I couldn‘t give a shit about what you have to say.”
“Yeah, I’ll pay,” I said ignoring his statement about what others think.
~~~
“This may hurt a little,” the lady said, smoothing on the hot orange wax around his left brow, shaping it to have a mini arch. I don’t want him to look girly, he’s just gonna have the middle done and the bottom. The top is unnecessary to be fixed because there’s nothing wrong with it. She placed on the wax paper and softed her touch, rubbing lightly on the area that was about to be pulled. With a swift motion, she yanked off the wax paper.
“Ow, fuck!” Vic screamed, squeezing my hand. “That hurt sooo badly!”
“Other side now,” the lady said, angling his face towards her, bringing his right brow closer. She mirrored her action and placed on the wax and wax paper. She ripped off the wax paper with more force than she did the last one.
“Ow!”
“Oh shut up, you big baby,” I commented on his whining. He held onto my hand a little tighter.
“How do girls do this shit?! All I feel is pain and my skin catching on fire as it gets ripped off,” Vic said, laying his head back down, staring at the lady who was preparing more agony for him. He's hanging onto my hand for dear life, like I'm protecting him from the evil lady that's gonna apply a sharp sting when being ripped off.
“You’ll be fine. The redness will heal up later. Time for the middle and then you’re done.”
More whining escaped his lips. I stared at him in pain. It was hard watching the excessive hairs get pulled off from his face. She couldn’t do it a little more gentler? She’s a freaking pyscho!
~~~
Later that day, we were all bored, sitting around eating chips and salsa while Mike made his stupid pizza rolls. Him and his damn pizza rolls. They always gotta come in between everything. I remember one time, it was after school and we were all hungry, Mike was the first one to go to the freezer, and he pulled out a box with no pizza rolls in it. But seriously, who the fuck puts an empty box of pizza rolls back in the freezer? WHO? He started arguing back and forth about his frozen snack being gone and blamed Vic for it because he was the only one home at the time. Silly Mike. And stupid Vic for deceiving his brother.
“Don’t you guys think we should be working on a song?” Tony asked, chewing on a hangnail.
“Don’t need to. I already have the lyrics finished. We just need to work on your parts,” Vic said, falling back on the couch and resting his head on the arm rest.
“What song is it?” I asked, laying on top of him so he was underneath me, smiling widely and clutching my shirt.
“You and your dimples,” he joked, poking each side of my cheeks and laughing, exposing his pearly whites. I remember the time he flashed me his gorgeous smile in the middle of class and we started passing notes. But we had to stop because Kellin was jealous at the time and didn’t want us doing that. Plus everyone else would’ve noticed at the time that Vic was gay and he wanted to have a closed and hidden relationship. But now he’s openly gay and no one cares so it works out perfectly.
I kissed his cheek and trailed my lips down to his stomach. “Which song is it?!”
"Surprise," he winked. "You'll know when I start singing it when we practice." He rubbed my stomach and planted small kisses on my neck.
“How many damn times do I fucking have to tell you motherfuckers to get bloody room?!” Tony screeched, pulling me up by my waist and sitting me on the couch properly.
“Damn, turtle, we’re not fucking, just kissing and being playful with each other,” I explained. “A couple kisses here and there won’t hurt.”
“What crawled up your anus this morning?” Tony questioned. I don't understand why he's asking Vic that because he's the one getting bitter about it.
Vic gave me a priceless stare, only to look at Tony and tell him, “Do I have to say?”
Tony turned on his heels and walked to the backroom where Mike headed. Tony always gets so annoyed and serious every time Vic and I make out in front of him. To be honest, we weren’t even making out so I don’t know what the hell his problem is. It was just a couple of kisses and teasing.
“You know, I never got my happy ending last week,” Vic pointed out, biting his lower lip and yanking my shirt so I could be on top of him again. I licked my lips, wanting to rip his shirt off. Just thinking about a happy ending sends me tipping over the edge, wanting carry him up to his bed and suck on his neck tenderly.
“I said you weren’t getting one,” I admitted, recollecting my words in the spa.
“That’s harsh,” he said rolling his eyes.
“We already made it into the Final Five. Tell you what, if we make first place, you get your happy ending,” I winked, pecking small kisses on his neck.
“I like the sound of that. That’s just gonna make me work extra hard for you to get inside of me.”
"Ya nasty," Tony blurted, poking his head out the door.
~~~
*Vic’s POV*
Battle of the Bands: Final Five was today, in less that 5 hours, we will be making our way to the stage and performing for another live audience. This time, no judges, it’s up to the audience to decide if they want us or not. I heard second and third place get a quarter of 100,000 for their band because they made it to the finals. Sadly, fourth and fifth get nothing and they walk home empty handed. But they can always try again in a couple months. That’s the best thing about Battle of the Bands. They really wanna get recording contracts for all the unfamous bands out there that could be changing lives as we speak. They do auditions every couple months to let young bands perform and be judged to move on to the next round.
We’ve practiced this song long and hard for it to sound the best and be the best. To please the audience and win would be a dream come true for me and Mike. We’ve been in and out of bands for a while and we got nothing out of it. Maybe this time, it will be something different for us to experience as a young band. I have faith in Pierce the Veil.
~~~
Time has passed and we were on our way. Mike was getting hyped up in the back seat with Tony. For once, Tony didn’t seem so down in the dumps like he always does. He told me that Caesar was gonna be in the audience and Mike told me that Frenchi was gonna be in the audience. I still think she’s a dumb bitch and my opinion is not gonna alter on her. But Caesar and Tony are adorable together.
We arrived backstage, placing our stuff on the ground where we had it two weeks ago. I glanced around and observed that we were a little late coming in. I already had Austin come up to me and tell me that their band is on in five minutes. I poked my head through the curtain and viewed a full audience assembled in their seats, waiting for us to start.
I strolled around backstage to find the schedule sheet to know what number we were to go on. Apparently, we were last this time. I peered down at the order.
1. Of Mice and Men
2. Tonight Alive
3. Sleeping with Sirens
4. The Color Morale
5. Pierce the Veil
I already knew Austin and his band passed through and so did Kellin and his boys. Tonight Alive? Wait, that’s Jenna’s band! I remember her saying she had a band and her wanting to be famous. I can’t believe she passed and All Time Low didn’t! I didn’t see them on the list! That’s so weird, I swear they were gonna pass. Never heard of The Color Morale nor do I know the people in it. They must be good if they took Jack and Alex’s place on the stage.
“Please welcome Of Mice and Men to the stage!” the guy blurted, shooing his way backstage and placing his microphone back on the stand. Austin and his band ran out on the stage like they did last time, only Alan began to make everyone stand up by throwing his hands in the air. The audience screamed and cheered, jumping up and down for them.
I ignored his actions and proceeded over to my band mates. “Ok guys, this is it…again. But this time, it’s for real. No turning back, no giving up, we came here as a team, and we’ll finish as a team.” As I ended my mini speech, Kellin jumped me from behind and tackled me to the ground, making Mike and everyone else stare at me awkwardly.
“Vic! I’m so happy to see you here! I hope you make it…after us,” he joked, winking at me and smacking my shoulder.
“Very funny, Quinn. We’re gonna prove you wrong and make first place.” I tried not to sound too confident or else the audience could come back and bite you in the ass. Everything I was saying was just talk; but the judgement is made on our performace.
Of Mice and Men finished and the lady that does the call outs came backstage again. “TONIGHT ALIVE! BE READY TO BE CALLED ON STAGE IN FIVE MINUTES! YOU‘RE NEXT!”
I saw some guys and Jenna rush over to the side of the curtain, already prepared to wow the audience. I skipped over to her and poked her in her cheek. “Get ‘em, girl!”
She smiled and hugged me, embracing me with all her might. “Thanks, Vic! It’s just so amazing how far we’ve come and we definitely want to be signed to a label. It’s been my dream forever. By the way, what happened to your eyebrows?” We dicussed all the things she wishes her band would accomplish that she almost forgot she was next on stage.
"I got them done. Don't they look great?"
"I guess."
“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting you all, Tonight Alive!” the guy said, yet once again to the young audience who were now standing tall and clapping loudly for the band.
~~~
Sleeping with Sirens finished their quick set and The Color Morale were just ending theirs. Kellin did such a great job performing a song called Alone. That song really made me feel something. He doesn't want to feel alone. He doesn't want to die alone. I'm pretty sure he'll find somebody to love in no time.
I can’t believe MGK really came through for him. After their set, I talked to him for about 7 minutes backstage, just rambling on and on about how I wanted to meet him. The Morale dudes were fucking sick! I’ve never heard music like theirs before. Their song Strange Comfort really hits me for some strange reason. Ha, get it? Yeah, I’ll stop. It’s not funny anyways. Moving on.
“PIERCE THE VEIL! FIVE MINUTES TILL YOUR OPENING! EXPECT TO BE CALLED ON STAGE!” the loud ranting lady went on.
“Huddle up, guys!” Mike yelled from a distance. He started out the clapping this time, only because I was making my way over to the group.
“And 1, 2, 3, 4...HEY VIC!”
“UH HUH?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“START IT OUT.”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY TONY!”
“YES?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“WHAT?”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY MIKE!”
“YO!”
“THE DEVIL.”
“AHH!”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE.”
“HEY JAIME!”
“HMM?”
“THE DEVIL.”
“EWWW!”
“THE DEVIL IS EVERYWHEEERE…P.T.V! WOOOOO!” We through our arms in the air, signaling we were ready.
“For our last performace of the night, I want to welcome Pierce the Veil to the stage!”
The audience gave us a standing ovation. They quickly settled in for us to begin, not like last time. Two weeks ago, I was begging for them to chill out and let us commence. It was funny how they briskly halted their cheering and talking.
“How are all you beautiful people doing tonight?” Screams and yells ranted from the audience, fists in the air and what not. I have a special surprise for them. “Before I start the song, I have someone important I need you all to welcome to the stage. Her name is Lindsey Stamey and she will be helping me out tonight. Give her a round of applause!” More blares flew the mouths of youngsters. She approached the stage and hugged me. “Alright, now, who hear wants to hear a song?!” Hollering came and left in an instant. “Good. This song was written for someone who means a lot to me. It also features a past of someone backstage and I don’t think I’m allowed to say his name; he just might kill me. If you’re listening to this, I want you to know this song was also for you. And for the record, this song has a deep meaning to it and it was written for the one who you see standing before you today.” I rotated my head to the right and observed Jaime smiling at me. “Jaime, you’re my everything, love. I love you.”
We quickly shared a kiss on stage and the audience went nuts. Too many “aww’s” surrounded the stage, my stomach filling with butterflies and tingles. Oh yeah, and Tony rolling his eyes at us...again.
“This song is called Hold On Till May. Hope you guys like it! Here we go!”
♪ She sits up high surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy"
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?
Now don't be crazy
Yes now of course you can stay here.
Been in a touring band for going on ten years.
"Big deal," she said, "I guess you're official"
I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel
Burned out
It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?
If I were you, I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again
Darling you'll be okay
And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."
And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
Tell me where did it go? ♪
Tony finished off the last guitar strum and the aduience was screaming, blaring with cheers and crying.
“Give it up for Lindsey!” I shouted as she made her way backstage. I saw Kellin pop his head through the curtain, clapping for me and smiling.
Chants started surrounding the room. My mind went in awe at what I was hearing. This is unbelievable. “PIERCE THE VEIL! PIERCE THE VEIL! PIERCE THE VEIL!” Everyone’s fists and hands were in the air, swaying and jerking up and down in motion as if we were all playing “rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” This reminds me of our huge soccer game we had when everyone was chanting Jaime's name. Instead, they were chanting all our names, but in the form of our band name.
Kellin ran from backstage and picked me up, caring me in the air by my stomach. He cheered our band on and stepped me back on my two feet again. "What the fuck happen to your eyebrows?!" Why didn't he ask me this earlier? He saw me didn't he?
"I got them done! Don't they look great?"
"Ummm, I think you were beautiful they way you were before. But I guess it's ok. It's nice." He ran backstage and gave me a thumbs up. He’s such a fudgy stick.
“Alright everyone here we go. Baced on all the screams and cheering we’ve heard, we have finally come to our decision. In third place, with their huge performace, Sleeping with Sirens!” the guy bellowed in to the microphone. Sleeping with Sirens made their way to the stage once more, still receiving screams and chants from kids. Wow, I swear they would be first! The voices lowered. Anticipation running through my veins, wondering if we were gonna be called next. Second place isn’t so bad, right? At least we made it this far. “In second place...The Color Morale!”
This was it. Either we won or didn’t win anything. It would be a total bummer if we didn’t win because we put our hearts and souls into this band. To not win would be mind breaking and heart clashing.
“And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Our first place winners!” Roaring soared above the super small venue.
Mike, Tony, Jaime, and I all stood together backstage, holding onto one another and embracing each other’s shoulders. Our eyes were jammed tightly and our hearts were beating like there was no tomorrow. Well, we feel like there wouldn’t be if we don’t make it.
“We better win this shit. I quit my job for this,” Tony quickly spat out, making all of us halt our praying to stare at him.
“You did what?!” Jaime wailed at him, giving him an “OMG” look.
“And the winner is…"
Notes
who do you think won first place? leave your comments!btw if you recognized from my other story, the whole Mike and his pizza rolls thing? YEAH.
thanks for reading guys! much love xoxo
Would really like to see a sequel :)
7/4/15