You’re definitely gonna get arrested.

Or at least kicked out, since you don’t have a backstage pass. But can anyone blame you? It’s Tyler Joseph. Like, the Tyler Joseph. And no one is guarding him and Josh backstage.

You’ve loved the boys for years. Your favourite band. You’ve been to every show in your country, bought merch, vinyls, CDs, that stupid wrapping paper that barely fits anything, you’ve been around since before Josh was even in the band.

Josh is in the bathroom, Tyler is warming up for the show, and you are standing behind at least five different sets of curtains and dressing racks, perfectly hidden.

You don’t know where security is. Mainly because you haven’t seen anybody other than the two boys, bickering and talking and pretending to be performing, while going over the setlist and how the show will go.

They’re in complete sync when they practice, it’s amazing. You’ve probably seen stuff absolutely no one else has ever seen. They also pretend to make out with eachother. A lot.

He totally won’t notice you. At all. Nope. He’s definitely not able to hear your leg shaking in excitement, a stim just like his when he shakes his head or arms.

He definitely isn’t walking over to where you’re hiding right now, confused and kind of scared by the repetitive tapping on the ground.