A/N: Another long chapter warning!

•Jenna•

"Check...check. How's the mic sounding, Jenna?" Tyler asks from the stage. Concert day rolled around faster than I expected, but I'm excited for the show.

I give him a thumbs-up from my seat at the back of the arena. "Good!"

I can see Tyler's white teeth flash in the stage lights as he smiles at me, even from so far away. He turns to Josh, who's at his drum kit adjusting the height of his cymbals. "Do you want to run a song?"

"I don't have my drums fully set up yet," I faintly hear Josh say, being without a microphone.

Tyler grins once again. "Don't worry, I have an idea." He leans closer into the microphone. "Can we get the crew out here, please? Mark, Michael, Slow John, Ben, Schneider?"

All five boys file out onto the stage about ten seconds later.

"You too, Josh," Tyler commands, waving. He turns to face the pit area. "And you, Jenna. You're gonna be our pit." I roll my eyes and scoot out of my row, walking down the stairs and onto the open floor.

The crew looks around in confusion as Tyler grabs his ukulele from its nearby stand. He briefly says something to the boys that I don't quite catch. "Okay, I want everyone to huddle around the microphone," he instructs. He then strums a chord on his ukulele.

"I could lift you up,

"I could show you what you wanna see, and take you where you wanna be.

"You could be my luck.

"Even if the sky is falling down, I know that we'll be safe and sound."

"Do, do, do-do-do do do." I lose it when the rest of the guys start singing. Then, they start stomping a clapping a rhythm that actually goes along really well.

"We'veee...come too farrrr...to give upppp...who we areee...," they all sing.

"So let's...raise the bar...and our cups...to the staaarrrs!"

I dance along crazily in the middle of the pit, not caring who is watching. A wave of awkwardness sweeps over me when I hear the music stop. I stop dancing and open my eyes to see everyone staring at me. "Um...that was really cool how you put two songs together. I um, really liked it."

"We can tell," Mark replies, smirking. I blush in embarrassment.

Tyler chuckles, trying to ease the tension. "Even if no one else shows up tonight, we can count on Jenna to be here dancing." He winks at me.

"I have to take pictures, silly," I tease, walking toward the stage. "I should probably get my camera out of the bus, actually. I need to make sure everything is working right."

"Yeah, good idea," Ty replies. He turns to the rest of the guys. "You can go back to whatever you were doing now. I just wanted us to have a moment to loosen up." The rest of the group disperses, leaving just the two of us.

"I suppose I'll go get my camera now. I'll catch you later." I start climb onto the stage walk past Tyler.

"Hey, not so fast." He grabs me wrist and pulls me to him. "You forgot something." He kisses my temple, his face quickly turning red. "Now you can go."

I chuckle. "Okay, boss." I walk backstage and navigate my way down the hallway toward the loading bay door. I don't know how the boys can find their way around these things so easy. I guess you just get used to it.

Finally finding my way outside, I head toward the bus for my camera. I gaze across the parking lot and see fans already lined up on the other side of the fence. We parked the bus more around the back of the venue that way people wouldn't see it and get any ideas. I head in the opposite direction of the line.

I pull my camera out of its case and turn it on, checking the battery level. I check all of my lenses, wiping any dust or smudges off of them with a microfiber cleaning cloth before returning them to their compartments.

I glance in the mirror hanging on the bunk room door. I decided to wear the shirt Tyler gave me the other night, hoping to blend in as a fan. The public doesn't know that Ty and I are official yet, and I hope to keep it that way so I can mingle with fans like a regular person.

I grab my hairbrush out of my suitcase and run it through my hair. All three bands packed up their buses this morning since we have a show in Maryland tomorrow. We'll probably leave sometime tonight, with the equipment vehicles soon to follow.

I decide to tuck the shirt into the waistband of my jean shorts since it's a little long, pulling the bottom a little bit to loosen it. Satisfied with my appearance, I walk out of the bus with my camera and case. I examine the fence across the parking lot. It's locked, and going out that way would definitely scream that I'm associated with the band. Although, having a professional camera will already make me stand out since they're not allowed to the public at shows.

Thinking through various options, I settle on walking around back to see if there's a way to get out on the other side. After several minutes of walking, I discover that there is. Approaching the front of the arena, I hear various conversations float through the air. I round the corner to see a line of fans stretching around the building and down the sidewalk. About 90% are teenagers in mostly Fall Out Boy shirts. I see some people wear Panic! shirts, but hardly anyone with Twenty One Pilots. I mean it makes sense since they're not that big of a band yet, I guess.

As I get further down the line, I come across a group of five girls wearing our band's shirts. I smile as I approach nervously.

"Hi," I greet. "It's cool to see someone else wearing a Twenty One Pilots shirt!"

A black-haired girl looks up from her phone and smiles at me. "Yeah, it is! We haven't seen many other fans. Most are here for Fall Out Boy and Panic!."

"Yeah, I figured," I reply.

"Well, my name is Zoey. What's yours?"

"I'm Jenna. It's nice to meet you."

"You too. This is Charly, Kira, Meg, and Emma." She gestures to a short, brown-haired girl, a tall and lanky girl with pink hair, a girl with dark hair shaved on one side, and another girl with brown, curly hair. They all wave and smile sweetly at me.

"So...how long have you been fans, and how did you find out about them?" I ask. I inwardly cringe. Am I being too obvious?

"We all discovered them this year after a local radio station promoted them and played Holding Onto You on the radio," Zoey says. "Then I told my friends about them and we all became hooked. We're really stoked to see them live tonight."

"That's great!" I exclaim. "This is my first time seeing them in concert, too." Well, it's not a complete lie. I haven't seen them perform in an arena. "I know the fanbase is small, so it's awesome that you're here to support them."

"Yeah, we're really proud to be part of the Skeleton Clique," the shorter girl, Charly, I think, says.

Wait...Skeleton Clique? We have a name? Something about it seems familiar...

"Yeah, me too," I reply, nervously. I'm totally going to blow my cover, aren't I?

"So what's your favorite song?" Kira asks.

"Um...I really like Oh, Ms Believer."

The five girls look at each other in confusion. And that's when I remember something: I couldn't find that song on YouTube. I don't think they've made it available online yet!

I'm so done, I'm so done! They're sure to suspect something now!

"I don't think we've heard that one yet," Zoey says. "We've only listened to Vessel. I think Tyler said something about the other albums not being available since they got signed. How do you know about them?"

"Um...I-I'm an older fan. I had a friend that went to one of their shows and recorded them singing it. She showed me the video and I-I really liked it. I don't have the video with me right now, though."

I, Jenna Black, am a terrible liar.

Zoey tilts her head. "Oh. That's interesting."

"I-I also really like Truce, too. It's awesome that there's a band that actually talks about mental health and cares about their fans. I feel like not many bands are like that."

"Yeah, that's a big part of why we like them," Emma agrees. "It helps us know we're not alone in our struggles."

I smile and start to reply, but I'm interrupted by my phone ringing. Pulling it out of my pocket, I glance down to see Tyler's ID. Great.

"Sorry...I have to take this." I step away from the group a little bit and answer my phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?"

"What do you mean, where am I?" I say, knowing I'm still in earshot. "I'm in the line where you left me! I've made some friends, too!"

"Ohhhhh," Tyler replies, the information seeming to click in his brain. I let out a breath of relief. "Okay, I was just wondering where you were. Remember to keep track of time."

"I will, thanks!"

"Bye!"

I hang up and turn back to the other girls. "Sorry...that was my, uh, brother. He bought me pizza, but doesn't know where I'm at in line, so I have to go find him. It was really nice meeting you, though! Do you mind if I get a picture of you guys?"

Zoey glances at the other girls, who nod and put their arms around each other. I turn my camera on, then step back a bit and snap a few photos.

"Thanks! I hope to run into you again tonight!" I smile at the girls.

"You too," Zoey says, smiling. "It was nice meeting you, Jenna!"

"Bye, Jenna!" the rest of the girls call as I walk the opposite direction down the street. Going up the line for "pizza" may seem weird, and I've most likely already blown my cover. So, I decide to walk to the end of the street and turn the corner, taking a very long way back to the venue. At least it's light outside. I'd never do this in the dark.

As I walk, I think back to what they called themselves. The Skeleton Clique. Why does that seem so familiar!? That's when it hits me.

Tyler, Josh, and I walk down the neighborhood sidewalk dressed as skeletons with Maddy and Jay, who are dressed as a fairy and a racecar driver. Everything is bathed in a warm orange light from the setting sun, which adds to the Halloween mood.

"Our trio needs a name," Josh says.

"We should call ourselves The Skeleton Clique," I suggest as we wait on the sidewalk for Maddy and Jay to return from a house.

Tyler cocks his head. "That actually sounds pretty catchy," he says.

"I like it," Josh agrees.

We continue down the sidewalk to the next house with the kids, a smile plastered on my face as I think of the clever new name for our group.

My eyes widen. Surely Tyler didn't name his fanbase after a nickname, did he!? I mean, Tyler is also the type of person to eat ketchup with mac n cheese, so there's no telling what he may do...

I finally get back to the loading area to see Tyler walking out of the bus. "Hey," he greets. "How did meeting the fans go?"

"I'm pretty sure I blew my cover," I chuckle. "But I'm wondering, do you guys offer VIP tickets?"

"Not really. We're not that big of a band yet. I doubt there are many fans here. They're here for Fall Out Boy. Why?"

"Oh Tyler, these girls I met were so nice! They came for you two! They even had shirts, and really like the message behind your music!" I turn my camera on and show him the pictures.

"Aw," he murmurs. "Well...I'll talk to Josh and see what we can do."

I hug him. "Thanks, babe!"

An hour later, I'm walking across the loading-bay parking lot, this time toward the fence, 5 VIP ticket lanyards in my back pocket. Tyler made me wear sunglasses and a ball cap this time, to at least conceal my face. The fence has sort-of a privacy screen to it, so hopefully it's hard for the fans to see inside.

My face breaks into a wide smile when I see Zoey and her group right where I hoped them to be: on the sidewalk a few yards from the fence. I glance around at the other fans. Most of them are on their phones and listening to music or talking.

"Psst...Zoey!" I hiss. Zoey glances up and looks around. I wave slightly, catching her eye. She approaches the fence unnoticed by other fans.

"Hey, it's me, Jenna," I murmur.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What are you doing on that side of the fence?"

I take a VIP lanyard out of my pocket and hold it up. Her eyes widen. I also pull my ID badge out of my pocket. "I'm a photographer. I managed to get passes for you. Meet me on the corner where there isn't a line of other fans to see you." I sound like a total kidnapper, I think, inwardly cringing. I leave the fence and walk across the parking lot to a corner. Zoe appears a minute later.

"Show these to the security at the door, and they should have someone to escort you to the front of the pit. You will also get to meet Tyler and Josh. We're sorry that it can't be all three bands, but we hope this interaction will be more personal since they have less fans." I slide the passes under the fence.

Zoey picks them up. "Are these real!? Is this really happening!?"

I nod and grin. "It really is."

"I wish I could hug you!" she exclaims.

"Don't worry, you will probably be able to later tonight," I assure her. "When you go back to your friends, don't advertise that you got those. I don't want people mobbing you or anything."

Zoey nods. "Can I get a picture with you?" she asks. I nod and smile through the fence as she pulls out the phone and holds up the passes. "I'll send this in our group text right now so the others will know about them before I get there. I'll ask them not to advertise it."

"Perfect! I'd better go. They're going to open the doors soon."

"Thank you so much! You're an angel!" Zoey praises while wrapping the lanyards around the passes and sticking them in her fanny pack.

"You guys are the angels for being so supportive to the band," I reply. "I'll see you later tonight!"

"Bye!"

I can't hide my smile as I walk back toward the arena. It's really nice making others happy. No wonder why Tyler and Josh like performing so much.

The lights are dark as everybody waits for the show to start. Tyler and Josh are the first act, followed by Panic! and then Fall Out Boy. I turn on my camera and prepare for the boys to step out.

"Jenna!" I look over from my spot by the stage near the security guards to the front of the pit, seeing Zoey, Charly, Kira, Meg, and Emma all smiling and holding up their passes. I wave back at them before turning back to the stage. Red stage lights come on and start waving around, the intro of Ode to Sleep playing. More lights fade in, and then Josh starts drumming vigorously. I smile uncontrollably when Tyler pops up from a hidden spot on the floor and starts rapping.

I study his outfit, my eyes and smile widening when I recognize his hoodie: the skeleton hoodie I gave him for his birthday in high school! I look across the stage to see that Josh has one to match. They both had their hoods zipped up, concealing their faces for a later moment. I raise my camera for more shots.

The crowd cheers and claps along during the "sunnier" parts of the song, as I like to call it. I'm really happy that they're getting so much participation as an opening band. Maybe they have more fans here than I thought.

They take their hoodies off a few songs later, Josh wearing a Fall Out Boy tank top and Tyler wearing a white shirt. I can tell that the crowd really loves them, and I hope this tour will be good promotion for them.

"Thank you all for coming out tonight," Tyler says into the microphone. "This one is called Guns for Hands." The crowd claps along eagerly to the beat as Ty sings from his place at the piano. This is the first time I really pay attention to the lyrics of the song. I think I have an idea of what it's about, but I'll ask Tyler later.

I tilt my head as the music breaks into a background track that I haven't heard in the original song. Josh walks to the center of the stage from his drums to join Tyler. The crew brings a pair of snare drums out and sets them in front of the boys. I gasp in amazement as the pair drum back and forth, intensely imitating each other's patterns like they're in some sort of duel. The stage lights flash on and off as the crowd roars.

Their drumming match abruptly stops, and the two boys raise their sticks in the air and put their arms around each other, bowing. Despite my lingering captivation, I remember to take a few more pictures. The crowd cheers and claps for what seems to be a minute straight.

"We're Twenty One Pilots and so are you, thank you so much for having us!" Tyler says into the mic. He and Josh walk offstage and the lights dim.

I run up the stairs to intercept them at the backstage. "You guys were awesome!" I gush. "I almost forgot to take pictures!"

"Well we're glad you didn't forget, or else we'd have to fire you," Tyler jokes before chugging a bottle of water that a crew member handed to him. I roll my eyes and kiss him on the cheek, but then quickly wipe off my lips when I taste salt from his sweat. He catches my action and laughs. "We're going to go to a break room and cool off. Do you want to join us?"

"Sure," I reply, following them down a hallway. There's a break room filled with snacks. For some reason it takes me by surprise that Fall Out Boy is in there lounging on some couches.

Josh immediately removes his shirt and throws it on the back of a couch, his skin glistening from sweat. I notice Tyler keeps his on, though. He has always seemed more modest like that.

We miss Panics! show to rest up a little bit, but watch Fall Out Boy from the side stage toward the end of their set. Patrick sings a cover of Get Lucky. I turn to Tyler. "Did they steal your idea?"

He laughs. "Maybe. That is quite the coincidence." We continue watching as he transitions songs.

"I've got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match. What a catch..."

The tempo then speeds up, switching to a different song, and Brendon waltzes onstage from the other side, singing a duet with Patrick. The crowd goes crazy.

"We really appreciate you guys for coming out and supporting us. You're awesome!" Patrick says into the microphone nine songs later.

"Uh, Patrick, I think you mean that they're dope," Pete corrects, casting a side-glance over at his bandmate. The crowd laughs and cheers at his remark.

Patrick rolls his eyes. "Anyways, this is our last song, Saturday." The band starts playing the intro as I nudge Tyler, walking backstage where it's slightly quieter.

"What room will you guys be in? I need to know where to bring the girls."

"I suppose they can just meet us in the breakroom," Ty replies, shrugging. "I think Josh is already in there. The other bands will probably be going somewhere else to meet their fans.

I nod. "That sounds good to me. I should probably go over to the barrier and find the girls. You're awesome for doing this. They'll love you for this." I peck Tyler on the cheek before walking away, then stop again. "Oh, they don't know we're dating, although it's probably really obvious. I still want to stay under the radar for a while, so maybe hold off on the PDA?" I suggest.

"Ugh, fine, I guess I can wait like twenty minutes, even though it will kill me!," Tyler pouts dramatically. I smirk and roll my eyes, then hurry down a hallway toward the other end of the stage as I hear the song coming to a close.

Confetti and streamers shoot out of cannons and onto the crowd, the fans producing deafening screams. I walk down to the security barrier and snap a few pictures for good measure. Fall Out Boy gathers for a picture at the front of the stage, then the lights come on as everyone starts dispersing. I walk up to the group of girls.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes!!!" all five of them scream, jumping up and down eagerly. It warms my heart to see such adoring fans.

"Okay, follow me." I notify a nearby security guard of their passes and show him my ID badge. He moves the barrier for us to get through and I lead the girls down the backstage hallway, who all whisper excitedly behind me. I stop at a door with a laminated paper taped up that reads "break room" and knock loudly.

"Come in!" I hear Tyler call.

I look at the girls. "You ready?"

The group nods, their eyes all the size of the moon as I push the door open and lead them inside. Tyler, Josh, and Mark are all chilling on the couch.

"Hi," Josh greets warmly. "We didn't expect many fans, so we're glad you're here."

"Yeah," Tyler agrees. He stands up, Josh following suit. "What are your names?"

Each girl takes turns reciting their name. The boys then hug each one of them. My heart melts.

"Um...you guys can have some snacks...if you want," Josh says awkwardly. "You're probably hungry from waiting in line all day. We also have bottled water." He leads the girls over the food table.

Tyler walks over to me. "This is so nice! I'm really glad you had this idea." We share a smile. Josh invites the girls to sit and chill on the couches with their plates of snacks.

"Does your family know you'll be a bit later? I don't want them to be worried," the drummer says, taking a seat across from them.

"I brought everyone tonight, and we all let our parents know about this," Zoey replies, smiling.

"How far away do you guys live?" Ty asks, walking over and settling down between Josh and Mark. "I hope it's not far because we don't want you driving drowsy. It's also a school night." Everyone laughs. They both sound like dads right now.

"Just 30 minutes. We're definitely going to be awake after this," Charly says.

"Bold of you to assume we're going to school tomorrow," Meg jokes.

"Ooo, we have a rebel in our midst," Josh teases, receiving more chuckles.

"Well," Tyler butts in. "We talked to our merch guy, and he gave us five posters to sign and give to you." He stands up and walks to a table on the opposite side of the room as the food, where I just now notice some posters and a pair of Sharpies. The girls share an excited look as Ty returns with the posters, which he signs in silver and then passes to Josh, who signs in gold.

"I think Jenna should sign them, since she got the idea," Mark says, speaking up for the first time.

I wave my hand. "No, it's oka-"

"Yes! That's a great idea!" Charly exclaims. I walk over to them, grabbing Tyler's Sharpie, and sign each poster.

The door suddenly opens. "Oh my gosh, I am SO HUNGRY!!!" Brendon strides in, then stops when he sees our gathering. The girls beam. "Oh, I didn't know you guys had a meet and greet."

"Not initially," Tyler replies, "Until Jenna pulled some strings."

"Some heartstrings," Mark mutters. I hold my breath and hope the girls didn't hear.

Brendon spreads his arms out. "That's awesome! Did you guys enjoy the show tonight?"

"Y-Yes, Mr. Urie," Emma stutters.

The singer chuckles, waving his hand and walking over. "Please, call me Beebo."

"Don't you have a meet and greet?" Josh asks.

Brendon shakes his head. "Not for another thirty minutes, which I'm taking full advantage of. I didn't eat before the show. Anxiety, am I right?"

"I feel that," Kira says quietly.

Her remark wasn't quiet enough to slip past Brendon though. He frowns at her. "Oh no. Do you guys want hugs? I'm down for hugs."

The girls grin and stand up, each taking turns to hug him. He also takes a moment to sign their posters. "Well, this is your meet and greet, so I pretend I'm not here. I need food!"

It's obvious that everyone isn't just going to pretend that Brendon isn't in the room, but they try to keep cool regardless. However, I notice the girls casting subtle glances back at Brendon, who is sitting on an empty table in the corner, stuffing his face with cold pizza.

Tyler and Josh strike up conversation about instruments and musical skills. Kira, Emma, Charly, and Zoey can play ukulele. Zoey also plays the piano and guitar. Meg sings. Tyler gives them some ukulele tips and discusses some of their favorite songs that they like playing on them. That's when the door opens again.

This time, all four members of Fall Out Boy walk in, chattering about their performance. Pete stops, Joe running into his back.

"Dude! What was that abou-" Their voices falter as all of them notice the girls.

All five girls are pretty much start crying at this point-which I don't blame them. It's probably a dream come true to see not one, but three of their favorite bands.

Josh's eyes widen. "Did we do something wrong!?"

"No, we're happy," Kira assures him, taking off her glasses to wipe her eyes.

"I didn't know you guys were hosting meet and greets," Patrick begins saying. Tyler proceeds to explain how this happened. Everyone eventually hugs the girls and signs their posters.

"Too bad Dallon and Spencer aren't in here," Brendon says from the corner right before belching loudly. "Oops, 'scuse me." He takes a drink of Coke before continuing. "They decided it would be a good idea to pack up their instruments in the equipment bus. We have to leave tonight."

I can't help but wonder where Sarah is at. Maybe she went back to the bus, too.

The girls had to leave around fifteen minutes later, but not without getting pictures, of course. Tyler and Josh plan to leave before everyone else, and the other two bands had to go to their own meet and greets. I walk the girls to the front of the venue myself and hug all of them goodbye, getting one more picture with them.

"I can't wait to see Twenty One Pilots again. They're going to be huge one day. I can feel it," Zoey says, the rest of the group nodding.

"Me too," I reply. "You are a very lovely group of girls. I'm really glad this got to happen." We all hug one last time.

"Just between us, you were really bad at acting like you weren't working for the band," Zoey says into my ear when we hug again. We break away, chuckling.

"I suppose I'll have to work on that since there's still a month of touring left," I joke.

After escorting them outside, I walk to the private parking lot, where our bus is already waiting near the gate. I smile. This was just the first show. We still have a lot more to go, but I know that each one will hold a special place in my heart.