A Recollection of Ideas: A Series of One Shots

People, people everywhere and not a one could think.

Why couldn’t they think? Well it had to do with a little fact that I was at freaking Warped Tour! Everyone was going insane, and I mean ballistic-put-me-in-a-psycho-institute insane. But they all had reason to be going insane. About fifty of us had silver wristbands to meet our favorite band of all time, Motionless in White.

The blazing hot sun was beating down on our backs. Sweat rolled off our foreheads in waves. My friend, Quinn waited just outside the line. He had no reason to want and go meet Motionless in White. I was currently teasing him about it while I waited in line.

“Quinn, there is something messed up with you.” I chuckled. He brushed dark brown hair out of his eyes and shrugged. He sat under the cover of the Journey’s tent right next to me.

“Hey, I will be your cheerleader while you wait, but got to move and get a good spot for that Attila set in a minute.” He flashed his award winning smile at me. But I wasn’t focused on his smile, or the stupid reasons why he didn’t want to meet the most inspiring band of all time. I was looking at one person with dark hair, snake bites, and who was sitting behind the table.

Ricky was grinning at some girl and said something to make her laugh. The entire band was chatting it up with of the people going up to greet them. I felt a bug of anxiety crawl down my throat.

Ricky was my idol. What if he didn’t like me? I mean, what if I screwed up and my voice cracked or what if I suddenly stopped talking because I was so nervous? There was a million ways that I could screw up and mess up my one chance and every single way was running through my mind. I felt dizzy at the thought and my anxiety grew. I’ve always had an issue with anxiety attacks. They come on and take over my mind, terrorize me like nothing else. The thing is, MIW songs could always calm me down from an anxiety attack, but now the BAND was the thing giving me anxiety!

“Hey! I’m going to see the Attila set! Good luck!” Quinn waved as he went off. I opened my mouth for him to come back. I just wanted him to stand by me and tell me that I wasn’t going to screw up. These notes in my head were letting off little red lights that I was about to break down at any moment.

“Quinn!” I yelled. He was already gone.

And then the swarm came.

About every half hour at Warped Tour, all hell breaks loose as the bands cycle through and much of the crowd disappears. The people breaking free all stormed the booths and it was kill-or-be-killed.

The crowds rushed forward, slamming into the line waiting for the MIW meet and greet. The people…all slamming into me, jostling me around….all of it was starting to set of my anxiety attack. The line moved up and I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t move.

And I couldn’t breathe.

And I couldn’t think.

And I couldn’t focus.

And I couldn’t…function.

I was going to mess up. I was going to embarrass myself. I just can’t do this. I’m so close, but I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. There are three people ahead of me and I’m getting ready to talk to Ricky but I just…can’t. I look around, struggling to find a helpful face in the crowd that is shoving me down, but I can’t. I look, seeing how close I am to Ricky. He looks up, our eyes lock for briefly a second in the sea of bodies struggling to get to their next destination. Ricky’s eyes fill with question to what was wrong. The girl leaves him, grinning. I’m about to go up, but I can’t. I just can’t.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper to no one in particular, maybe Ricky, maybe the person behind me. Either way, I leave. I dive into the sea of bodies, getting mauled along the way.

Then there’s a figure behind me, screaming girls and boys yelling his name, his name over, and over…

“OH MY-“

“THAT’S RICKY!”

“HORROR, COME HERE!” Everyone was screaming. I get body slammed and thrown past a tent. Stumbling, I make my way to a more open area of the grounds. Behind the Fearless Records tent is a nice shaded area. No one but a few smokers occupy the grounds. I slide down the fence, putting my head into my hands. Now that I’m away from the crowd and the people and the terror and the thoughts, I can clear my head. There’s still the loud music that used to comfort me, but is now just giving me a headache.

“I’m so stupid.” I growl at myself, knowing I just gave up my chance to meet my idols. I was one of the last in line. They would’ve closed up by now.

“No, you’re beautiful.” A voice said from in front of me. I looked up, nearly falling into an anxiety attack again.

“R-Ricky?” I stutter out. He throws me a crooked smile that only Horror can pull off. His snakebites flash in the sun. Ricky pulled back his hood, now that he has escaped the swarms of fangirls. He sits down beside me.

“What’s your name, love?” The way he says that nearly makes me faint. The way it rolls off his tongue, the caring feeling behind is, it makes my heart flutter.

“F-Felisha.” I stutter out. Ricky smiles, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me near him. An intense heat floods my cheeks.

“Are you okay, Felisha? It seemed like you were having an anxiety attack back there.” He whispers just loud enough to be heard over the music in the distance. I nod slowly, my world still spinning around me.

“I’m fine, thank you. I just needed to sit down.” I spoke slowly. Ricky put one hand on my chin and turned me to face him. His dark eyes locked in on mine. He studied my face for a moment before shaking his head.

“Dear, you look paler than Balz when he overdoes his makeup.” The guitarist chuckled. I couldn’t help but laugh with my tiny voice. He told me to wait here and walked off. As soon as I saw him disappear behind a tent, I didn’t expect him to return. There was probably more swarms of fans around him, begging for pictures. Thirty seconds passed and I was sure that he had forgotten about me.

When he returned about a minute later, I was kind of shocked. He handed me a bottle of water and resumed sitting down next to me. I opened it and took a sip. He gulped his down within seconds. I looked at him in shock.

“Love, you have to drink up. It’s hotter than hell out here.” He chuckled. I couldn’t help but smile a little and start guzzling mine down. When I was finished, we tossed ours into the trash.

“You don’t look so good, still. Is everything alright?” He asked again. I nodded, not wanting to let on that I still got butterflies just talking to him and that I might break down into an anxiety attack at any moment.

“I’m fine. I just hate having bad anxiety.” I admitted slowly. He nodded softly, his eyes gently finding mine. It felt like he was reading my soul.

“After the set, meet me back here, okay, Felisha?” He asked. I nodded and Ricky extended his hand as he stood up. The man helped me to my feet.

“I’ll see you then.” I murmured, still a little shaky. He took my hand and squeezed it, nearly making me see stars. I watched as Ricky walked away.

Three hours later….

We had just finished watching the MIW set. Quinn complained about the crowds, but I didn’t mind. As soon as we were done, I took hold of Quinn’s hand and started to drag him in the general direction of where I was supposed to meet Ricky.

“Woah! Where are we going?” He asked me. I looked at him and grinned.

“I made a promise to someone that I’d meet him here.”

“Him!? Woah, I’m your best friend and as best friend I must meet this him.” He spat the last word with disgust. I chuckled.

“You will, soon enough.” I explained and stopped at the spot. Ricky wasn’t here. Barely anyone but the few smokers were in this corner of the venue. Quinn and I waited ten minutes, and then fifteen, and then twenty. It was starting to get late and my hopes were falling. I shouldn’t have expected this much. He’s got plenty of other fans besides me.

I turned to Quinn. He patted my shoulder, murmuring sweet condolences to me, but I felt like crying. Oh well, just another promise….broken…

“So how’d you like the show?” A voice asked from behind me. Quinn’s eyes were wide. I whipped around. Ricky Horror stood behind the fence, hands on his hips. I would’ve rushed and given him a hug if I could.

“Awesome, per usual.” I chuckled. Ricky grinned, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. Quinn cleared his throat.

“So is this the him you were talking about?” He raised a suspicious eyebrow. I nodded eagerly.

“Hello there. I suppose you’re her boyfriend?” Ricky’s face fell at that. I blushed, my heart rising. What did he mean by that? Was he thinking…?

“No, no, goodness no! I’m just her overprotective best friend. I was supposed to be here-“

“To get water.” I cut him off. He eyed me for a moment.

“To get water?”

“To get water.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, you can go.” I laughed and Quinn gave me a hug before running off. “Getting water” was code for he can go and see the next set, I’ll be fine! I turned to Ricky, who was gone. Going up to the fence, I looked around. Someone poked my shoulder. I turned around.

“Come on!” He laughed and I nodded. Ricky practically tore through the crowds to an open part in the gate. The security guard let us through and Ricky was sprinting to the bus. How does a man have this much energy after a show!?

“Where are we going?” I asked, out of breath. He slowed down once we reached a bus.

“I’m going to cheer you up since you missed the meet and greet!” Ricky beamed and held the door open for me. We both climbed the stairs into the bus. It was pretty empty.

“Where’s the others?” I questioned. He shrugged.

“Probably went to the gate to meet more fans. They’ll be back in about five minutes.” Ricky laughed and plopped down on the couch, pulling me with him. I squeaked in surprise when I landed. I was barely breathing. I couldn’t believe I was on the bus with Ricky Horror!

“Chin up, love.” Ricky said and kissed my cheek. If I wasn’t out of breath from the running, then I was out of breath now. I blushed and looked deeper into my hands. His arms wrapped around me.

“Come on Felisha, can you smile for me, darling?”

I couldn’t help but smile at those words. He leaned in and pressed a confident kiss against my lips when the door burst open. Balz and Ghost came charging up the steps. They both fell onto the couch and passed out. Chris was a little more graceful and said hello as I broke away from Ricky.

Needless to say, my day only got better from there.

Notes

This Ricky one shot is for Felisha! Thanks for requesting and I hope you loved it, dear!

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