Chapter 1 : Some Fans' are Dangerous

Dahvie Vanity:

 

I waved to all my beautiful fans, loving the sound of them applauding me and Jayy, they loved us, and we loved them. My fans are my everything, and being out on stage, singing and partying, seeing the smiles on our fan's faces, seeing them singing along, is the greatest. They love us! All of them, and because of them, we're famous. I loved it. This was the most epic career in the world. My life couldn't be any better.

 

 

"That was epic!" Jayy pretty much shouted, slapping me on the back, grinning.

 

"Yeah, it was." I agreed, calmer.

 

We walked outside, behind the arena where the concert was hosted, and got on our bus, expecting to it to be silent, and peaceful.

 

"Oh my God, Dahvie! Jayy! It's you!" A small girl that had black hair, with pink and purple streaks, dark eye makeup, black and neon green glasses, who was wearing a black mini skirt, fishnets, and a skin tight tee shirt that had a pic of me and Jayy on it.

 

I took a step back in surprise and looked at Jayy, "Um…how did you-"

 

"Get on your bus?! Oh, I paid the guy that had the keys!" this chic was basically jumping in excitement.

 

"Well," Jayy suddenly said, taking a step forward, "Listen, we gotta go, so… we kinda need you to get off our bus,"

 

"We're so happy that you like our music, and we love that you're a fan, but you can't just-"

 

"You can't be on our tour bus, we have to be at our next show tomorrow, and if you leave nicely, then you won't be in any trouble, but you have to leave."

 

She looked down at her feet, looking pretty upset, Jayy was kinda rude to her. "I'm sorry, but we really need you to leave. Please." I told her as nicely as I could.

 

"B…But…Dahvie…" she whined.

 

"Look, if you don't leave like now, we're going to have to call security, and we really don't want to do that, but we will if you don't go." Jayy said sternly.

"

But Dahvie, I love you!" she squealed loudly. I smiled, "I love you too, I love all my fans, but you've gotta go."

 

I heard Jayy call for security to come get her, "No!" She cried, "Please, just let me stay with Dahvie! I love you! Pleeeeeease!"

 

A broad guy in a police uniform stepped into the tour bus, and grabbed the girl by the arm, and went to take her back to the arena.

 

"Dahvie!" she was crying now. "I love you!"

 

I looked down at my feet, and stepped out of the officer's way, feeling kinda bad for the chic. Once they were gone, I shut the bus door, and turned to Jayy.

 

"Ya know, you could've been a little nicer to her." I said quietly.

 

"Yeah, well she was crazy,"

 

"Jayy," I said in a warning tone. He could be such an a*s sometimes.

 

"She was! Crazy, psycho, coo-coo, not right in the head." He said waving his arms

around in exaggeration.

 

I nodded my head, "Uh-huh and how do you know this?"

 

He rolled his eyes like I had asked him the most ridiculous question in the world.

 

"I've met crazy b*****s, and I know how they are, and she was one."

 

I sighed, knowing that it would be better to just agree with him, rather than start an argument. It's not like I could do anything now and even if I could what would it be?

 

She probably wasn't even 18 yet, she was just fan, and she would get over it…hopefully…

 

Jayy and I were getting ready to go onstage, when suddenly we heard something loud hit our bus.

 

"What the f**k?" I said, looking at Jayy, confused.

 

"I don't know." He answered, looking equally confused.

 

I walked over and looked out the window and saw the same girl who was on our tour bus the other day, and she had…she had a gun…

 

"Holy s**t! I told you that b***h was psycho!" Jayy screamed. She saw us, and fired the gun, we both ducked down on the floor.

 

"Yeah, but you made it worse when you were being an a*****e to her!" I exclaimed.

 

"What was I supposed to do?! Let her stay?! She had to leave! I knew something like this

would happen!"

 

I looked at him in disbelief. "You're telling me, you knew that this b***h was going to stalk us and shoot at us before our next concert?!" I inquired, angrily.

 

He rolled his eyes, "Well I didn't know exactly what would happen, but I knew that something bad would."

 

"Well Sir Bright-A*s what are we supposed to do now?" I asked.

 

"I don't know…I guess talking is out of the question…"

 

"Really?! Because my first thought was to walk outside and have a f*****g conversation with her!" I shouted sarcastically.

 

"Call security?" Jayy suggested.

 

"Why, so she can shoot at them too?"

 

"Fine, we can just sit here and hope that she gets bored and leaves." He said finally, like that was the solution.

 

"I guess we're not going to have a choice but to sit here, huh?"

 

"Yeah, probably not…"

 

I can't believe that we are being held hostage by one of our fans. I mean, you'd think that if she loved me, she would not be trying to kill me. Some people really have a fucked up idea of what love means. It's like, 'I love you!' *Now tries to stab you in the heart with wooden stake* This is really quite ridiculous.

Reviews

[marie]

This is kind of funny but heavy at the same time good job:)