Lyn-z’s POV
Jamia and I went to as many shows as possible; the guys didn’t talk to us anymore. So we wanted to keep up to date with how the band was doing, even though we weren’t really, we felt connected with the band, apart of it. We were interested in how their dreams came along. We wanted to watch them get big.
I don’t think they noticed us, but we were there, at almost every concert, Josh’s family had paid for the tickets. It was the same music every night, but it didn’t matter, it was apart of them, apart of them we could still hold onto. Weeks passed, I don’t know if they ever noticed us, and if they did I’m not sure if they cared. My stomach grew, and it became more and more of a risk for me to go. The shows became more and more packed, I didn’t drink, I didn’t do any drugs, at the show, and I was a good girl I swear. But if I had fallen, If I had gotten hit by a person, I may have hurt the baby, which is a boy by the way. So I took a break, for about three weeks, I was seven months pregnant when I stopped going. When I went back four weeks later, it was going to be my last show until the baby was born. Their energy was different; Gerard seemed happier, and more energetic. At first it was probably one of their best shows.