Jack Barakat Imagines
"I Don't Know, But She's Gorgeous"
Your POV
Standing in lines at concerts has got to be a paid job. You spend so much time here that I could basically claim it as a second home on my taxes. All day in line just to see your favorite band up closer than you usually would. Now that’s dedication.
We usually sang some songs to pass the time. This time it was Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up. All I could think of is that we were Rick-Rolling them.
When the gates opened up, it was basically Hell. Hell for anyone who didn’t love All Time Low as much as some of us did. We were crazy, and we were ready to lose our heads. Sometimes I feel sorry for the parents that get dragged along, but at least they get to listen to some kick ass music.
This was a venue where the earlier you get there the closer you get to sit. Some people wanted to sit in the front so badly that they camped outside. I wasn’t one of those people but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be.
We wandered inside giddy from head to toe, ready to see our idols in person rocking out in our town. It’s one thing to listen to them in your room. It’s a whole other thing when they’re live right in front of your face.
They kicked it off with The Reckless and the Brave, one of my favorites. They got into the newer album playing things like Something’s Gotta Give and Runaways. When they play Somewhere in Neverland, I wanted desperately to crowd surf. I never had before. So I turned to this super tall guy that was next to me and asked him.
He agreed and now I was being moved along above people’s heads to Somewhere in Neverland. I tried my best to keep my feet away from people’s faces. It was really hard since they were basically throwing me along. I felt supported but also felt unstable, if that makes any sense.
They brought me to the front of the stage. Some security guard helped me get down, and now I was in front of the stage as the song ended.
“Alright, now we’re going to play Time Bomb next,” Alex shouts in the microphone. It’s weird being this close to them. “Who knows what that means?”
The crowd cheers in response.
Jack nods as if understanding what 3,000+ people screamed. “Same,” he giggles.
Alex just looks at him and looks away. “Let’s get some people on this stage!”
Jack immediately scans the front row looking for people and I feel his eyes land on mine. My heart is beating annoyingly loud and I’m 157% positive that everyone in this damn venue can hear it. Jack points to me, and I turn around to see if he’s pointing at someone else, just in case I’m imagining this. [haha get it cause it’s an imagine? I’m sorry I’ll stop now]
I look back and he shakes his head. So I point to myself and mouth the word: Me? He nods and I shrug. The security guard helps me up and when Alex looks over to see who Jack managed to find, he does a double take to see that it’s basically just me.
“Yo Jack, who’s that?” He asks pointing at me. This is a song that you bring people up for, why do you need to know who I am? I’m confused. So far Alex has three people and Jack has me.
“I don’t know,” he says walking closer to Alex, but taking the microphone away from his mouth. “But she’s gorgeous.”
My face goes red, and I’m sure I will not be able to function at all. Ever. Nope. I’m not moving from this spot. No one in here heard him except for me and Alex and I think I’m going to pass out.
“Here, this way, sweetie,” Jack sticks out his hand for me to grab it. I don’t know what to do. Is that me? Am I sweetie? What the fuck is going on here?
I hesitantly grab it, and he brings me to where the other people stand. Jack doesn’t pick anyone else. Alex picks a couple more, and Zack does as well. I glance behind me to look at Rian. I smile and wave at him and Rian gives me a friendly wave back. Weird. This is so weird.
I’m standing here in a line with lucky fans. Alex comes down the line to ask us our names. He comes to me, so I tell him. “Y/N,” I say. I look over at Jack, and he nods like he understands something.
“Alright, now I want you guys to have fun, okay? You look like you’re all lined up to get shot at the moment, and it’s weirding me out. Dance, sing, I don’t give a shit. Let loose, let’s kick this thing off!”
The guitar begins and Alex jumps in with the beat. I don’t know what the hell to do I’ve never been up here before. I look over at everyone else, and they’re just dancing around not giving a shit like Alex said.
I smile and start to dance around. I stay close on Jack’s side. Jack’s shredding it on his guitar, Alex is fucking killing it with the vocals, Zack’s harmonies are beautiful and his bass lines kill me, and Rian’s just pounding away. I get the feeling that this would be what it would be like if I was with them when they practiced at their house. I always wanted to be someone like that. Someone who knew them before it all and got to know the real them. I could cry right now, it’s such an overflow of emotions.
I wanted to stay close to Jack’s side, because I was the only one he picked, that’s got to mean something, right? Maybe it was just me wanting it to mean something, but I still didn’t want to venture too far.
Fans were taking selfies with the guys, and I checked my back pocket. Fuck, I forgot my cellphone at home. How could I leave my phone at home? Why do I do this to myself.
When the song ended, the fans went with the security to help them down. They got down, and just before it was my turn to go, something grabbed my hand.
I turned around to see who it was, and Jack was standing right there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. I cocked my head to the side and glanced over at Alex to see if he could offer an explanation. He just shrugged and turned his attention back to the crowd. Zack and Rian were getting off the stage, and Alex brought out his acoustic guitar, so I guess he was playing Therapy now. Jack didn’t let go of my hand, but he walked with me off stage just as Alex started his speech.
“Yeah?” I asked him as he turned around finally. We were on the other side of Rian and Zack so it was just us and this random guy to the side of us.
“Well, uh.” He put down his guitar and even in this low lighting I saw his face flush a shade of red.
“You know I’m missing the most emotional part of the concert right now,” I smile at him. He has something to say, I just know it.
“Never mind, I’ll take you back down there.”
“Nah, don’t bother. I could watch the rest of the show from right here. I won’t get my spot back anyway.”
Jack coughs awkwardly and looks away. He’s not exactly towering, but he’s tall enough so that my neck strains a little bit looking up at him. “Do you have a phone?” he asks me.
“Doesn’t everyone?” I respond. If he’s planning on mugging me, he’s doing a terrible job.
“Well I mean, uh.” He coughs again. “Can I- can I have your number?”
My eyes go wide. I never thought of this happening. Okay, maybe I’m lying and I dreamed about it at like 3 in the morning, but never did I think this would actually happen. “You want me to give you my number?” I ask him, disbelief present in my voice.
He looks away from me, and sits down on the floor.
“Sure I guess so, but I don’t have my phone with me, so give me yours.” I sit down in front of him, nervous of what to do, but he hands me his phone and I take it. I put my number in it and hand it back.
Therapy has now ended and I know that they’re going to play Missing You next. “You better get ready, you’re almost up,” I smile at him. He grins back and bites his lip. That is honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen. How I’m even alive right now is a mystery.
“I’ll text you when I’m ready, that good?” He asks me.
“Don’t bother, I’ll just be here waiting.” He gives me the biggest grin I have ever seen, and it’s hard not to melt into a giant puddle. He starts to anxiously jump around and I giggle at his cuteness. Jack picks up his guitar and waltzes out trying not to run like a little kid.
I’m having trouble containing my smile as I watch them go out there and play Missing You. I wait patiently for Dear Maria, and for Jack to come back. I wonder what he’s planning to do. I can’t help but grin at the thought of him. I didn’t think my night would turn out like this but I’m glad it did. So very glad.
Standing in lines at concerts has got to be a paid job. You spend so much time here that I could basically claim it as a second home on my taxes. All day in line just to see your favorite band up closer than you usually would. Now that’s dedication.
We usually sang some songs to pass the time. This time it was Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up. All I could think of is that we were Rick-Rolling them.
When the gates opened up, it was basically Hell. Hell for anyone who didn’t love All Time Low as much as some of us did. We were crazy, and we were ready to lose our heads. Sometimes I feel sorry for the parents that get dragged along, but at least they get to listen to some kick ass music.
This was a venue where the earlier you get there the closer you get to sit. Some people wanted to sit in the front so badly that they camped outside. I wasn’t one of those people but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be.
We wandered inside giddy from head to toe, ready to see our idols in person rocking out in our town. It’s one thing to listen to them in your room. It’s a whole other thing when they’re live right in front of your face.
They kicked it off with The Reckless and the Brave, one of my favorites. They got into the newer album playing things like Something’s Gotta Give and Runaways. When they play Somewhere in Neverland, I wanted desperately to crowd surf. I never had before. So I turned to this super tall guy that was next to me and asked him.
He agreed and now I was being moved along above people’s heads to Somewhere in Neverland. I tried my best to keep my feet away from people’s faces. It was really hard since they were basically throwing me along. I felt supported but also felt unstable, if that makes any sense.
They brought me to the front of the stage. Some security guard helped me get down, and now I was in front of the stage as the song ended.
“Alright, now we’re going to play Time Bomb next,” Alex shouts in the microphone. It’s weird being this close to them. “Who knows what that means?”
The crowd cheers in response.
Jack nods as if understanding what 3,000+ people screamed. “Same,” he giggles.
Alex just looks at him and looks away. “Let’s get some people on this stage!”
Jack immediately scans the front row looking for people and I feel his eyes land on mine. My heart is beating annoyingly loud and I’m 157% positive that everyone in this damn venue can hear it. Jack points to me, and I turn around to see if he’s pointing at someone else, just in case I’m imagining this. [haha get it cause it’s an imagine? I’m sorry I’ll stop now]
I look back and he shakes his head. So I point to myself and mouth the word: Me? He nods and I shrug. The security guard helps me up and when Alex looks over to see who Jack managed to find, he does a double take to see that it’s basically just me.
“Yo Jack, who’s that?” He asks pointing at me. This is a song that you bring people up for, why do you need to know who I am? I’m confused. So far Alex has three people and Jack has me.
“I don’t know,” he says walking closer to Alex, but taking the microphone away from his mouth. “But she’s gorgeous.”
My face goes red, and I’m sure I will not be able to function at all. Ever. Nope. I’m not moving from this spot. No one in here heard him except for me and Alex and I think I’m going to pass out.
“Here, this way, sweetie,” Jack sticks out his hand for me to grab it. I don’t know what to do. Is that me? Am I sweetie? What the fuck is going on here?
I hesitantly grab it, and he brings me to where the other people stand. Jack doesn’t pick anyone else. Alex picks a couple more, and Zack does as well. I glance behind me to look at Rian. I smile and wave at him and Rian gives me a friendly wave back. Weird. This is so weird.
I’m standing here in a line with lucky fans. Alex comes down the line to ask us our names. He comes to me, so I tell him. “Y/N,” I say. I look over at Jack, and he nods like he understands something.
“Alright, now I want you guys to have fun, okay? You look like you’re all lined up to get shot at the moment, and it’s weirding me out. Dance, sing, I don’t give a shit. Let loose, let’s kick this thing off!”
The guitar begins and Alex jumps in with the beat. I don’t know what the hell to do I’ve never been up here before. I look over at everyone else, and they’re just dancing around not giving a shit like Alex said.
I smile and start to dance around. I stay close on Jack’s side. Jack’s shredding it on his guitar, Alex is fucking killing it with the vocals, Zack’s harmonies are beautiful and his bass lines kill me, and Rian’s just pounding away. I get the feeling that this would be what it would be like if I was with them when they practiced at their house. I always wanted to be someone like that. Someone who knew them before it all and got to know the real them. I could cry right now, it’s such an overflow of emotions.
I wanted to stay close to Jack’s side, because I was the only one he picked, that’s got to mean something, right? Maybe it was just me wanting it to mean something, but I still didn’t want to venture too far.
Fans were taking selfies with the guys, and I checked my back pocket. Fuck, I forgot my cellphone at home. How could I leave my phone at home? Why do I do this to myself.
When the song ended, the fans went with the security to help them down. They got down, and just before it was my turn to go, something grabbed my hand.
I turned around to see who it was, and Jack was standing right there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. I cocked my head to the side and glanced over at Alex to see if he could offer an explanation. He just shrugged and turned his attention back to the crowd. Zack and Rian were getting off the stage, and Alex brought out his acoustic guitar, so I guess he was playing Therapy now. Jack didn’t let go of my hand, but he walked with me off stage just as Alex started his speech.
“Yeah?” I asked him as he turned around finally. We were on the other side of Rian and Zack so it was just us and this random guy to the side of us.
“Well, uh.” He put down his guitar and even in this low lighting I saw his face flush a shade of red.
“You know I’m missing the most emotional part of the concert right now,” I smile at him. He has something to say, I just know it.
“Never mind, I’ll take you back down there.”
“Nah, don’t bother. I could watch the rest of the show from right here. I won’t get my spot back anyway.”
Jack coughs awkwardly and looks away. He’s not exactly towering, but he’s tall enough so that my neck strains a little bit looking up at him. “Do you have a phone?” he asks me.
“Doesn’t everyone?” I respond. If he’s planning on mugging me, he’s doing a terrible job.
“Well I mean, uh.” He coughs again. “Can I- can I have your number?”
My eyes go wide. I never thought of this happening. Okay, maybe I’m lying and I dreamed about it at like 3 in the morning, but never did I think this would actually happen. “You want me to give you my number?” I ask him, disbelief present in my voice.
He looks away from me, and sits down on the floor.
“Sure I guess so, but I don’t have my phone with me, so give me yours.” I sit down in front of him, nervous of what to do, but he hands me his phone and I take it. I put my number in it and hand it back.
Therapy has now ended and I know that they’re going to play Missing You next. “You better get ready, you’re almost up,” I smile at him. He grins back and bites his lip. That is honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen. How I’m even alive right now is a mystery.
“I’ll text you when I’m ready, that good?” He asks me.
“Don’t bother, I’ll just be here waiting.” He gives me the biggest grin I have ever seen, and it’s hard not to melt into a giant puddle. He starts to anxiously jump around and I giggle at his cuteness. Jack picks up his guitar and waltzes out trying not to run like a little kid.
I’m having trouble containing my smile as I watch them go out there and play Missing You. I wait patiently for Dear Maria, and for Jack to come back. I wonder what he’s planning to do. I can’t help but grin at the thought of him. I didn’t think my night would turn out like this but I’m glad it did. So very glad.
@SecretsDontMakeFriends
RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16