"You know what Andy, screw it. Give me a beer."
We've been at the bar all night. He'd just finished an interview, and I had nothing better to do.
"You what?" He says, shocked.
"You heard me. Hand me a beer."
"No, you don't drink. I'm not being responsible for it. You're coming back with me and we're going to talk."
"What's been bugging you?" Andy says as we sit down on his kitchen floor. This week has been going so slow, it's only Tuesday. Andy is my best friend, he's 24 but he's an amazing friend.
"Uugh, everything. Sarah called me again today, this time she was with Harry. He said the guys miss me, including Louis and Liam. I'm a heartbreaker, Andy. I've done it too many times. I'm only 20!"
"Look, I love you okay? Screw what you think. You're not a heartbreaker. You didn't kiss any of them, they kissed you. They broke up your relationship, not you."
"You speak some sense, Biersack."
"And you speak nonsense, Smith."
"Nonsense can be turned into sense, Andy."
"Not with you, Katy."
"Damn, it's such a shame that we built a wreck out of me.
Come back to me..." I sang. Andy thought it would be a great idea for me to open for Black Veil Brides for one night, just to get my mind off things.
"Anyway, that's it for me! Thank you Houston, I'll be chilling out in the crowd with you guys for Black Veil Brides!" I yelled down the mic and ran off stage.
A few minutes into BVB's set, I did indeed go and "chill" with the crowd. These here were my people, I didn't need the 'pop' genre anymore. This is where I belong. A few people came up to me and told me I was great, or that I should always open for Black Veil Brides. As I was about to leave, something (or someone) screamed my name. I would recognize that voice anywhere.