Band Imagines

So, I decided to write this Movella because I recently reached 90 followers. Thank you so much. Requests are open, please read the request form about the details and shit like that. -Michaels_Demons


2. Imagine #1

​I walk out of my small, one bedroom apartment and into the crowded sidewalk of downtown Salt Lake City. People shoved and rushed to get to their destination. The place I was going was the USANA Theatre to see a concert. A concert that I've been anticipating for since the band went international. The band known as 5 Seconds of Summer.

I look at my wrist watch. huh... I should get going, the concert starts in a half hour. I quickly walk to a bus station and get my bus coins out. Ready to pay. The bus should be here any minute.

I checked updates on my phone, nothing is really happening. Which reminds me, I love the band 5sauce (A/N; I spell it just how I say it), they really are punk in a way. Punk is a lifestyle, not a stereotype. Being punk, is just going against the grains of sand that is society. Outcasts, or rebel is another word for it. But, if you're going to do what statistics say punks are, that isn't being a "rebel" or an "outcast".

For instance, Stevo from the movie SLC Punk! completely aced school, got a full ride scholarship to Harvard, while partying and dropping acid at the same time. I don't know about you, but that's the best definition of what a punk should be. Being an anarchist, that's completely different. Another story for another time.

The bus arrived and about five people, plus me, boarded. I dropped the bus coin in the little coin collector as I had so many times before. I sat in the same seat as I had so many times before, in the back corner of the bus. I tapped my finger nails on my phone screen while paying attention to the bus stop names. I was going to West Valley, so I had to listen for the bus driver to say something along the lines of, "Next stop, West Valley."

From there, I can walk to the USANA Theatre. 5sauce, they do go against the grain of sand, but they're also followers, just like everyone else. I couldn't blame them though, it's hard to be original. No one is unique. Well, everyone thinks they are, just by liking these completely underground bands, or video games. But, they're just falling into cruel stereotypes.

I'm probably just ruining my excitement for the concert. It'll probably build up as I'm walking there though. So, nothing to worry about.

"Next stop, West Valley." There it is. My exact words. Ugh, I'm already getting excited. Thoughts like - oh my god, what if I get to meet them?! - and - I could just, like, do those stupid acts to get invited backstage, like pass out or something to cause panic... Nah... that'll be stupid. Even if I did it, would it work? - see, stupid thoughts.

I stood up as the bus came to a complete stop and me and two other girls walked off of the bus. I wonder if they're going too. Well, they were walking the same direction as I am, so it's obvious they're going to the concert as well. I am internally screaming. I cannot wait until I get there and hand my ticket in so I can actually get in. I could just sneak in through the back. But, why do that if I have a ticket.

Soon enough, I was there, standing in line. I was about a half an hour early, so there were - oddly enough - not as many girls there as I expected.

My seat was section 2, row 6, seat 13. I was pretty close to the stage, but I wasn't close enough to actually touch them. Which sucked, but I don't care, as long as I go to the concert and have hella fun. Maybe I can run into them or something.

I got in and went immediately to the concert gift shop thing. I have around $100 to spend. I am just going to buy a T-shirt and a beanie or something, I have no idea. I walk up to the counter and pay for a T-shirt and a jacket/sweatshirt thing. There's $90 down the drain... I have a feeling that I'll mentally punch myself when I'm older. Whatever, I'll worry about it later.

I also bought a drink, I think it was some kind of bubbly Thai tea stuff. I don't know, but it tasted good. Now people, mostly girls, were piling around outside, waiting to get in. Man, I am so glad I came here early.

I glance at my wrist watch and read the time. 7:28, okay... 2 minutes. better get seated. I got to my section and searched for my seat.


I walked outside after the concert and everyone was getting into cars and stuff and going home. The next bus didn't come until about 11:30. It's 10 now, so I have at least an hour of waiting. The night was kind of chili, it was also a bit windy as well. The city is really beautiful at night though, so I enjoyed my walks around. I always kept a thing of mace with me, and just in case, a tazzer that looked like a cell phone.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out and answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey sweetie, it's your mom. How was the concert? Do you need a ride?" Mom was so sweet - sometimes, other times she's just an asshole.

"Nah, I'll be fine. I loved it though! It was a really great concert!" I said ecstatically.

"Okay, well, I'm glad you had fun. I'm going out though, so call your dad if you need anything." And with that, we said goodnight and hung up. I slid my phone into my pocket and continued to walk around, looking for the bus stop. Damn, I should've paid attention to the bus stop number.

I heard laughing and then it turned into hushed whispers. I looked around my shoulder and saw people walking behind me. I couldn't tell if they were men, or if they were threatening to me, but if they get closer, I'll find out. I clenched my jaw and slowed my breathing so I calmed down.

Okay, if they're bad, keep as much distance between you and them as possible. Do not run, you may need that energy. Where can I go? Public places that are open around this time aren't close.

I turned a corner and they followed. I was still close to the USANA, maybe someone can help me. I made my way to the building, while listening to what was going on behind me. I think they started getting closer, but all I knew was that my brain switched to fight-or-flight mode. Obviously it chose flight. My heart sunk and my nerves in my mouth burnt with this weird sensation that hurt my tongue.​

"Hey! Watch out!" I heard someone yell and I hit the ground. I felt dizzy and I didn't acknowledge that I had just been hit by what looked like a golf cart. My body must've processed what was happening faster than my brain. Warm tears streamed down my face and two people kneeled next to me and I tried to sit up. I wasn't in pain, I was just so scared that my body just completely went numb.

I heard a thud and then a bang. Two other people kneeled on my other side. One of them picked me up and carried me somewhere, I didn't know where, I was just struggling against his grip on me. I don't know why I felt so weak. I am pretty sure it's just because I didn't have time to prepare myself for that impact.

I got laid down on a couch and then I realized who these people were. The bandmates of 5 Seconds of Summer. I am such an idiot.

"H-hey, are you okay now?" Ashton asked and he handed me an ice pack for my head. I put the cold sack of ice on my bruised forehead and winced. I must look like such a pus.

"I feel like I just got hit by a ton of bricks..." I exclaimed. Calum laughed and then stopped, realizing it wasn't the right time for that.

"Well, we did run you over with a golf buggy. We're so sorry. If it helps, I can get you anything you want - obviously within a reasonable range." Ashton said. I was just psyched that they were here - or I was here.

"No, you don't have to do that. I was just running from someone, it was my fault: I didn't watch where I was running." I looked at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. I hated being the victim.

Even if I really was, it made me feel bad. "We took care of them - well, security did. You're okay now." Michael said and he sat in a chair next to me. I nodded.

"Well, I have to get going now. I have to get the bu-" 

Luke cut me off, "What's your name?" 

"Y/n." I replied.

"Well, Y/n... we'll give you a ride, you don't have to worry about spending the bus coins right now."

"Really? Man I would love that. Thank you."


A/N: Hey everyone, sorry this is a really sucky imagine. Requests are open.

- Michaels_Demons 


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