polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Answer to yesterday's question! There were eight references!

I sit backstage, swaying to the wonderful sound of Tyler's voice harmonizing with his plain ukulele.

"She asked me, 'son, when I grow old,
will you buy me a house of gold?'"

I sing along, letting his vocals transfer me out of my mindset. Everything is peaceful, not a cloud in the sky, as they say. Of course, all good things eventually come to an end.

"You have a lovely voice." A crisp voice announces, returning me from my thoughts.

"Oh, thanks..." I say quietly, my face warming quickly. I turn slightly to face a man in a tailored suit, his squat beard perfectly tamed. "You look pretty fancy for a concert," I remark, a smirk appearing on my face. "Most the people out there are wearing jeans and a T-Shirt."

"Well, I'm a music producer. Though this band is already signed on to Fueled By Ramen, I still like to see these boys perform live after my work hours. Though, I might have just found a potential new artist." He tells me, smiling. "What's your name?"

"Olivia..." I say quietly, "Potential new artist? As in me?"

"Yes! It's nothing permanent yet, but I'd love if you came to one of our studios."

"I'm on tour with these guys, I don't really have the time to go over to your studio tonight. They'd be worried and-" I begin, cut off by his bright voice.

"No, of course. Whenever you next stop, give me a call and I'll personally oversee you go to one of studios and perform for my people."

"Ha, you're pretty intent on hearing my
voice, huh?" I ask, laughing.

"I follow my hunches." He says, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket. "Here is my business number and on the back is my personal number."

"Personal..." I cough, "Why?"

"Incase I'm not at work but you have time to go to a studio. I always make a couple of these incase I stumble upon a great singer, as yourself." I nod. "Well," He begins, pulling up his wrist-watch. "I should be going now, tell the boys I said hi." And with that, he casually left. He had a normal walk, but somehow the whole room turned to look when he simply took a few steps. My guess is he is powerful man.
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The show ended with confetti bursting into the air, sticking to Josh's sweaty back which made me cackle.

"Thank you, everybody!" Tyler announces, wrapping one arm around Josh. They both lift up one arm with bright smiles on their faces. "We're Twenty One Pilots and so are you!"

The two boys bow down in front of the crowd, nearly every person there screaming like their lives depend on it. I bet it does, this band must have helped them through some pretty rough times and now here they are, before each and every one of their eyes.

Tyler and Josh run off stage, sweaty and quite stinky.

"Is there a skunk?" I jokingly ask. Tyler swamps me in a hug from behind, disgusting me intensely. "Oh, come on!" I exclaim, writhing him off me. "You're so sweaty your paint got on my neck and arms!"

Josh laughs at that, presumably trying to adjust himself to the sight of us two. That must be very weird for him. His two best friends, together. I actually sympathize for him.

"Well, we have to go meet with fans. You want to come?" Josh asks.

"I'd love to!" I say with a smile, fumbling with the paper in my pocket. We walk out to a long line of fans, girls and guys bouncing on their feet, waving posters and squealing.

This could all be yours.
I think, wondering if I should take the offer the man presented to me.

Josh and Tyler walk to their spots, the first two girls running to the boys and engulfing them in hugs. It felt weird, seeing other girls hug Tyler, but I knew each of them had different reasons than I did.

After minutes of watching multiple girls throwing their arms around my boys, I get Josh's attention, informing him I was heading back to the bus. I walk in a fast manner, hoping to avoid any eye contact with other people.

"Hey! You!" Someone shouts, making me stiffen in my tracks. The footsteps grows louder and I turn around slowly, only to see a petite girl with short blonde hair. "You always hang around the boys. Are you dating one of them?" She asks me.

I giggle at the thought that I'm allowed to announce our relationship, "Actually, yes. I'm dating Tyler." My heart warming with the thought that I get to travel with him daily and be seen with him.

"What's your name?" She asks with a bright smile, covering her mouth, probably astonished she's receiving this much intel.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" I question, crossing my arms.

"Absolutely." She informs me, nodding her head so hard she resembles a bobble head.

"My name is Olivia." I tell her with a smile. "I need to head back to the tour bus, have a nice night."

"You too!" She says, letting me walk off.

I enter the bus, immediately falling dramatically onto the couch.

I honestly want to be famous, but more so to have an impact on others than to be widely known.

Widely known is pretty appealing though.

I remove the business card from my pocket, eyeing each printed letter closely. Finally, I come to the conclusion to text his personal number the information of our next tour stop, deciding I will make a trip to a studio of theirs.

This will be fun, I hope.