MrsDhaniHarrison

"MAISEE! MAISEE! MAISEE!" 

"TRINITY! TRINITY! TRINITY!" I mocked.

"Today we see BLACK VEIL FREAKING BRIDES."

"Yes, we do." I tried to be chill even though on the inside I thought I would surely explode from the extreme happiness. The conversation went on for a while longer, all about Andy and Jinxx and Ashley and the concert.

"Okay, well I need to get ready." She said.

"Kay, Trin. See you later."

"See you." And with that, she hung up. I put We Stitch These Wounds on while I searched for one of my many BVB shirts and the perfect matching skinnies and Converse. I finally chose a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans, a shirt with the Knives and Pens chorus on the back, and my knee-length black leather Converse.

"With knives and pens, we made our plight, whoa, oh, oh." I sang in my head.

"MAIZE! COME ON, WE GOTTA GO!" I heard my brother shout over The Mortician's Daughter. My favorite BVB song. Maybe because my dad used to be a mortician. I don't know. It was just my favorite. 

"MAIZE!" Andy's voice was interrupted again. I finally just cut off the music and ran downstairs, my black hair perfectly in place. My brother got in the car at the same time I did and we drove off. 

"Off to Warped Tour!" He said, and I smiled.

“WE SCREAM! WE SHOUT! WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS!” my phone cried.

“Hello?”

“MAIZE ITS TOMORROW.” Trinity screeched.

“I know, I know.” I tried to act calm.

“Amelia Maison Gracefield! You better get excited right now. We get to meet Andy freaking Sixx.”

“Biersack!” I corrected. “And don’t call me that. Ever.” My parents just had to be the most bubbly people ever to walk the Earth. Honestly, they were happy because they were always high. I’m surprised my name wasn’t Rainbow May Gracefield or something. But since it was still awful as it was, after the folks O.D’d I changed my middle name a little and went by that. Maisee. Like Mazy.

“Fine whatever, BIERSACK. And we will meet him so you two can fall in loooove.” She teased.

“Trinity I swear if you don’t shut up-”

“You know you love him.”

“Whatever. See you tomorrow.” I said, kind of irritated.

“Bye, Maize.”

The phone clicked and I ran downstairs to get some food. I was hungry.

“Hey, Maisee.” My brother, Malachi, said. “Ready for Warped Tour?” My brother loved the bands almost more than me.

“You know it.” I grinned and went back up to my room. As I entered, I stopped to look at my BVB poster. Andy was hot. Simple as that. And tomorrow I got to see him.