Press conference anxiety

Warnings: Anxiety Attack

Words 2056

Description: I'm gonna stop giving you descriptions. I feel like they sorta ruin them.

(*☻-☻*)

"We have an interview today." Tyler muttered into your shirt. You were both lying on your bed, it was 7:30 in the morning and you two just woke up.

"Do you need me to tag along?" You asked, and you felt him nod. You smiled at that.

"It would be better to have some company, yes." He kissed your shoulder before rephrasing his sentence. "And Jøsh. Jøsh will be there." He chuckled.

"Well, if Jøsh is going to be there of course I'll go!" You teased, and Tyler tightened his grip on your waist.

(*☻-☻*)

Twenty One Pilots were going on tour, and this was the first show's press conference interview.

They would sit up in front of a couple fans and answer their questions.

You both walk into the building and Tyler takes your hand and leads you to a back room.

"I'll be over there, and if you want you can stay back here." He said pointing out into a room. You could hear chattering coming from the room, so you were sure that was the place for the interview.

You shook your head.

"I want to be out there with you. Can they maybe get me a chair on the side?" You asked. Tyler shrugged.

"Maybe, I'll see what I can do." He looked around and that is when someone passed you. "Hey, can you get my wife a chair in the room? Somewhere to the side, where she's comfortable." He asked, and the lady nodded.

You followed the lady in the room, and a few people cheered for you when you came in.

There were chairs lined up as if it was a church, and beside you was a table with two chairs and two microphones. You assumed that's where Tyler and Jøsh would be.

The lady led you beside the table, and set you down to wait.

There were signs with: 'BBRadioX' on it.

(I don't know. I made it up)

There were also Bud Light posters and Coke posters, it was pretty cool.

There were people smiling and pointing at you, and then there were some who were scoffing as they saw you.

You saw a few people glaring at you, so you sank in your seat.

You got a feeling of anxiety, and so you put a fake smile on your face and tried to control it.

People started to say your name, some mumbled it as if whispering it to a friend and others yelled it as if they were trying to get your attention.

You looked down, and tapped your foot. You don't like the whole fame thing, it makes you have anxiety.

"Look she won't even look at us, she's to good for us." You heard a small voice say, and you lifted your head to look for the voice. When you locked eyes with the person who said this she just gave you a dirty look. "Oh no, she's just a bitch."

A few of her friends smacked her arm while laughing, and some just looked as if they didn't hear her. So you put your head back down.

You tried not to think about it, but as the moments trailed on all you could think about was the words that girl said. "Oh no she's just a bitch" is all that could be heard in your mind.

You tapped your foot faster, and your hands began to shake. You took deep breaths, and tried your best to stay calm.

"Alright, everyone welcome Twenty Øne Piløts." People started to cheer as you bolted your eyes to your right. There came Tyler with a small smile, and you feel your bones relax.

He comes over and reaches his hand out for you to touch. When you do he pulls back and sits in his chair.

You're about 5 feet away from him, and you still feel some eyes on you.

"Hi..." Tyler began.

"Hello." Jøsh said.

"We're on a stage." Tyler chuckled, and turned to you as if he was excited. You gave him a smile and he turned to look at Jøsh.

"Yeah I like... stages." Jøsh said.

"Alright, first question is from Chris. And then Michael." The announcer said, and someone stood up and walked to the microphone.

"What are some pranks you guys do on each other?" He asked, and Tyler leaned back in his seat teasingly.

"We don't prank. We're mature." He said, and people started to laugh.

"No, it's true. We don't really prank each other." Tyler said, and Jøsh hummed in agreement.

"It's sort of a... sort of a tour thing." He said.

"Yeah, like sometimes at the ending of tours." Jøsh added.

"If we are feeling playful." Tyler added, and people laughed again.

You took a glance to where the girl that called you a bitch was, and when you looked she laughed at you.

You felt like you were in highschool again, and you hated it.

Probably every single one of those people think negatively of you. They probably think you're a slut and they are just being nice.

The next question kicked you into reality.

"If you made a YouTube channel, what would be the thing you post about?" He asked, and Tyler answered immediately.

"Probably a prank channel." He said, and everyone let out a chuckle.

"That sounds perfect." Jøsh said, and Tyler started laughing.

You faked a small chuckle, and put on a face. Deep down you felt like you were about to explode into tears and anxiety. You couldn't help it, all you could think about was how people hated you. And you were in front of everyone, you were in a place where everyone could see you.

You felt terrified, so soon your smile faded, and you sunk back into your mind while they talked about what they would call their YouTube Channel.

"Hey" you heard Tyler whisper yell to you, he set his microphone down on his table to look at you.

You lifted your head and your eyebrows gesturing you're listening.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." You whisper yelled back, and he gave you a thumbs up before picking up his mic again.

"Sorry, it's probably not smart to have someone I like talking to right beside me." Tyler explained, and there were some 'awe's "it's like placing a big... fat steak right beside a starving person, and telling them not to touch it." He chuckled, and so did a few other people.

Did he just refer me to a big fat steak? You thought.

"Maddie is next." The announcer said after some laughs.

You looked at the girl who called you a bitch, and she stood up.

Your heart started to pound, and you sank lower in your chair. You crossed your legs and tapped your leg up and down.

You grabbed your shirt and scrunch it up in your grasp to calm yourself.

"Hi" she said, but Tyler interrupted her.

"You have the same name as my sister." He said, with a small innocent smile.

"Yeah, it's a good name I must say." She said followed by a small giggle.

You tried to keep your breath level, and to keep your head high, but that didn't happen for to long. You adjusted yourself in your seat; something you would do when you were anxious and felt like people were staring.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She said, and Tyler placed his mic down and leaned into his chair.

"Uh..." Jøsh began, and everyone began to chuckle.

"Come on, just tell them." Tyler said, and Jøsh nodded. "It was in a mall." He added.

"Yeah, Uh..." Jøsh began once more. "It was in a mall, and we were both starting on... separate youtube channels."

"Yeah." Tyler mumbled.

"And we would- we were both having the same ideas," Jøsh stuttered and Tyler nodded.

You lean your elbows on your knees and put your head in your hands. You were trying to hold back the panic attack happening, but Maddie was making it very hard because she was staring at you intently the whole time.

"Yeah, I was working at the food court in the mall, and he was working at... Hollister was it?" Tyler added

"Yeah." Jøsh said.

"Yeah, so he was making videos on like how to fold clothes properly. And- and I was intimidated about how many videos he would release. There were so many videos, and I just released like two." Tyler explained.

"Yeah, and they were about..." he began.

"They were about folding pretzels." Tyler finished.

"Yeah, but that was complicated, you were very good at that." Jøsh complimented him.

"Where was Y/N in all of this?" Maddie asked as she stared intently at you with a death glare that only you seemed to notice. She just enjoyed getting under your skin.

That was it for you. You stood up and ran out of the room, trying to hold back your sobs.

You were shaking miserably, and you felt like a weight weighed on your shoulders. Like someone was pressing themselves down on you.

Your breathing quicken by the second and you felt like you didn't have control over anything. Like the whole world was collapsing on you.

That's when some random stranger came up to you to comfort you.

"It's okay, Miss." she said in a Scotland accent.

You let out loud dreadful sob, and you hugged the stranger.

You were never good in crowds, and the fact that the girl named Maddie was targeting you was really getting to you.

As you were crying in the back room, Tyler was trying to keep himself calm.

He stayed up in his chair, and casually tapped his foot. No one seemed to care that you ran out, and they were still asking questions.

Jøsh gave him a questioning look and Tyler shrugged, so they went back to listening to the question.

You stay in a chair in the back as you pondered everything. You were such an idiot to just run out like that. Tyler is probably worried, and everyone probably laughed at you.

The Scotland woman went to get you water but then left to finish doing her job.

You were sick to your stomach, but you just got over the panic attack and you weren't planning on having another one.

"This ones for Tyler. How did you and Y/N meet?" The girl asked.

Tyler bolted his head up at your name being called.

"Huh?" He mumbled before looking around and then standing up. "I'm sorry, give me a minute."

He then placed his mic down and walked off casually in the other room.

He went to the other room to see your head in your hands. He rushed over and leaned down beside you.

"Hey what's wrong? I'm sorry." He said quickly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing." You replied simply, and he shook his head. He placed his hand in your back and rubbed it.

"Whatever I did I'm sorry." He said, and you looked up at him confused.

"You didn't do anything. It was that girl, she was looking at me like she wanted to kill me, and..." you trailed off, and he leaned his head on your shoulder urging you to continue. "And she called me a bitch."

He lifted his head and scoffed quietly.

"You aren't. Don't believe her." He said in a demanding tone.

"I know, I just- it all was happening in front of everybody and I don't like crowds, and I got so uncomfortable." You began to cry again, so he pressed your face to his shoulder.

He shushed you, as he rubbed your back calmingly.

"We need you in here." The announcer said through the door, and he looked over.

"Give me a minute." Tyler replied, not moving from the embrace.

You then pushed him off of you.

"Everything is okay, you go work. I'll be in here." You assured him, and he gave you a sad smile.

"You sure?" He asked, and you nodded. He gave you a small peck on the lips as he stood up.

"If you need anything then..." he looked around until he felt his phone in his pocket. "Text me, I'll keep it close to me." He said as he walked over to your purse on a table and took your phone out. He handed you the phone, and you thanked him.

"Okay." You agreed, and he gave you a thumbs up as he rushed back out to the other room.

(*☻-☻*)

This one sucked balls.