happy to hear that you had a good time at your concert! if you don't mind, i came up with a request v///v i think it's a little angsty ?? sometimes i get worried for josh since he's a professional drummer, he'll wear himself out and pass out during a show. can you write something where josh practices nonstop and its painfully obvious that he's tired but ignores everyone's rants? during the show, he just drops to the ground unconscious. you & tyler are worried sick when he doesn't breathe well!
thank u so much! i had tons of fun at my concert! sorry this took so long, i didnt like my first draft so i did a lot of revising and editing, but now it’s where i want it to be!! enjoy xx.
JOSH DUN IMAGINE
“Jesus Josh,” Jenna says, as you and her walk across the stage, “I got tired just watching you drum.”
She pats him on the back as she goes by, subtly wiping the sweat off on her jeans when he’s not looking, before walking into Tyler’s open arms.
They all collectively laugh as you walk gingerly up to Josh with a bottle of water. He smiles gratefully at you, accepting the water and immediately chugging it. You hear the plastic crinkle as he squeezes the bottle in an attempt to drink it faster. You’re surprised at how sweaty he is during just soundcheck. His tank top is soaked through the back and you could see beads running down his temple.
“Thanks baby,” he says with a gasp after finishing the whole 13 ounce bottle in one gulp.
You make sure to smile and tell him how good he sounded before expressing your concern.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?”
He immediately nods. “Yeah, I’m great, why?”
You watch as he continues to breathe heavily, like he just can’t seem to catch his breath.
“You’ve been hittin’ it pretty hard these last few days, I just get worried—“
“Is that a drumming pun?” he asks, “ ‘hittin’ it pretty hard’?”
You scowl at him, annoyed that he was trying to divert the attention away from himself, “Josh, I’m serious, you’ve been practicing like… nonstop lately. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine baby,” he says, smiling at you, “but it’s cute that you’re all worried.”
You didn’t think it was very “cute”. Especially once you notice how shaky Josh’s legs are as he stands up. He wobbles a little at first, and even has to grab onto the edge of his drums for balance. You watch warily, and open your mouth to make a comment before you’re interrupted by Michael coming on stage, telling the boys they have a radio interview to do.
Josh kisses you quickly on the lips.
“I’m fine, please don’t worry,” he says.
You nod hesitantly, “Just make sure you get something to eat before the show, okay?”
He winks at you and nods, walking towards Michael, with Tyler trailing behind.
“Is he okay?” Jenna asks, joining you as you make your way off the stage.
“I think so,” you sigh, “just exhausted. He’s been practicing constantly lately. He skipped breakfast this morning to come play. It’s just odd…” you let your voice trail off. “I noticed he was a little shaky, just now. It freaked me out a bit.”
Jenna runs her hands through her hair, before reassuring you, “I’m sure he’s fine. I’ll have Ty make sure he eats before they head out tonight.”
You nod gratefully at Jenna, feeling stupid for being so concerned. But something about the way he’d been acting lately was off, and you could tell. You tried to ignore it, you weren’t Josh’s mother, you weren’t in any place to tell him what to do. On the other hand, you weren’t sure what you’d do if anything ever happened to him.
The worst part of being on tour is all the waiting around. Normally, Jenna and you would wander around the venue, checking things out and chatting with the crew. But today you were both too anxious for Tyler and Josh to be done with their interview, so you find some folding chairs to sit in and just wait.
About forty minutes later, they find you both.
“Productive day I see,” Tyler teases as he bends over Jenna and kisses the top of her hair. She puts her phone away and smiles up at him.
“Hey baby,” Josh coos, doing the same to you. You close your eyes briefly and grin smugly at his soft face.
“How’d the interview go?” you ask as he pulls another folding chair up beside you.
“It was fine, same ole’ stuff.”
“Same ole’ stuff?” Tyler says in disbelief at Josh. “Were we in the same interview?”
“That guy was a nut job! I wish you guys could’ve heard some of the questions he was asking us—“
Tyler goes on to joke about the interview for the next few minutes, until it’s time for them to get all dressed up and ready for the show. You’re laughing so hard at Tyler’s commentary that you completely forget to ask Josh if he’d eaten anything yet…
You and Jenna watch the show from side stage tonight, the best spot in your opinion.
You swear the crowd gets louder and louder each night. Or maybe your ears just get more sensitive. Either way, as soon as the boys step on stage, Jenna’s story about some elbow pads she bought Tyler, is drowned out by screams.
After the first song, you notice Josh already grabbing his sweat towel, however it’s not the moisture on his skin that begins to worry you, it’s the way he’s squeezing his eyes open and shut repeatedly, almost like he’s having a hard time concentrating.
You watch him carefully for a moment. But the show continues and you try to ease up a bit.
But there’s something wrong. Josh’s beat is slightly off during a song. You watch as Tyler throws you a glance, but they both continue.
“Did you hear that?” you ask Jenna, immediately paranoid.
“What?” she yells so you can hear.
You pierce your lips but decide it’s not worth explaining over the noise.
At the end of the song, you notice Tyler walking over to Josh. You watch carefully, trying to read his lips, but it’s impossible once the lights go dark. He pats him on the back and they chat for a second, before Tyler throws you another quick look. You try to make eye contact, so that he knows you’re paying attention. But instead, he just goes back to center stage and continues the show.
The knot in your stomach only grows bigger when the platform comes out for Josh’s drums. You bite your lip as you watch Josh drag himself off stage and near the barricade. You peak your head around the curtain, so that you can watch.
You practically hold your breath as he balances himself, the crowd holding his hand until he’s able to sit comfortably on his seat and play on top of them. His back flexes, the muscles tensing and relaxing in various spots as he pounds on his drum. The crowd is going nuts, grabbing at his ankles and screaming for him.
You feel infinitely better once his feet are on the solid ground.
“Your boy did good,” Jenna smiles at you. You finally peel your eyes off from Josh to respond to her, causing you to miss the way he’s blinking awkwardly again as he walks unsteadily back on stage.
What you don’t miss is the collective, simultaneous gasp that echoes throughout the arena. One that makes your head whip around lethally, eyes searching desperately. You see Tyler shedding the bass from around his neck, and you’re horrified to see that Josh isn’t perched on his stool, where he’s supposed to be.
You don’t hesitate to sprint on stage, even though crowds and attention scares you.
“Josh!” you cry out, and it’s weird because you can hear yourself shouting his name, and you can hear Jenna calling for help. The room that was once filled with screams and music, is now hauntingly quiet.
You gulp hard once you’re kneeling beside Josh. He’s collapsed on the floor, just shy of his seat, laying face up, eyes closed.
You cup your hands around his head, the skin burning hot. Tyler quickly unscrews a bottle of water and begins pouring it generously on Josh’s bare skin.
“Ty, why isn’t he waking up—“ you ask, your voice shaky and scared.
“Jenna’s calling for help, he’s gonna be okay,” Tyler says.
You feel so useless, just kneeling there, staring at his unconscious body… waiting…
You almost cry out in relief when you see his eyes flutter beneath you.
“Thank goodness,” you exhale sharply, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles.
Josh looks up at you then Tyler, his face twisted in confusion.
“What happened—“ he’s asking, just as Jenna’s running on stage followed by a group of crew members.
“You passed out,” Tyler says, his voice wavering too.
A couple of medics lean down next to Josh. They start shining lights in his eyes and getting cool packs to place on his skin. You can feel your hands trembling as you cling to his. When you feel him give a reassuring squeeze, you look up to see him staring at you, his eyes filled with fear. You squeeze back, stroking his skin with your thumb, as if to say ‘I’m not going anywhere’.
As it turns out, Josh’s pulse had gotten dangerously low. After a few minutes, he had been able to walk shakily with the support of Michael and Tyler, but was further examined backstage. You sat nearby, listening to everything the medics said.
“Should he go to an ER?” Tyler asked, he too refused to leave Josh’s side.
“I think it was just exhaustion,” the medic answers as he unwrap another cool pack. “Gotta be careful, when you exercise like that, in this heat, that you eat and drink enough…”
You bite your lip, knowing damn well that Josh hadn’t eaten much of anything today. But you don’t say anything out loud. Not yet.
Once everyone’s cleared out, and Josh is instructed to rest, and drink lots of fluids, you make your way back closer to him.
“You gotta be careful, man—“ Tyler says. “That was seriously scary.”
Josh just nods as he stares down at the floor.
You narrow your eyes at him, picking up on the fact that something was wrong.
“Tyler,” you say under your breath, “can you give us a sec?”
Tyler gives Josh one more concerned look before nodding and walking away.
“Babe,” you whisper, gripping his shoulder as you walk up to him, “talk to me, what’s wrong?”
He just shakes his head, refusing to look up.
“I can’t do it—“ he says, his voice sounding blubbery and full of agony.
“Do what?” you ask softly.
“I’m not good enough—“ his shoulder slouch even more, his head hanging low. You can hear the crack in his voice.
“Josh, what are you talking about?” you whisper.
“I was practicing so much because all I want is to be good enough… but I can’t even do that right—“ he chokes out and your heart breaks on impulse.
You immediately start shaking your head, and turn so that you’re facing him.
“Josh— no… no, no, no. You’re good enough, you have to believe me.”
You lift his head up with your finger delicately, making him look at you. His eyes are red-rimmed and glossy, with deep bags outlining them.
“I don’t want to let Tyler down— or the fans. Or you. I want to be good enough-“ his voice cracks at the last word.
“You’re so talented, Josh. And you work so hard everyday— Why wouldn’t you think you’re good enough?”
He tilts his head back and starts wiping some of the tears that have fallen off from his face.
“I don’t know… I’ve just been really struggling with that lately— always worried I’m gonna be awful. I thought if I practiced hard enough, I would be okay.”
“Josh, that’s your anxiety talking, it’s not real.”
He nods slowly.
“You have to take care of yourself baby. That was so scary tonight—“ it was your turn to start crying. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, so that can’t happen, okay?”
You can hear the tears surfacing in your voice. Josh must’ve heard it too, because he looks up empathetically at you and opens his arms.
You straddle his lap awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck in a giant hug. You can still feel how shaky his hands are as they caress your back soothingly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers after you sniffle again into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better. I’ll make sure I take care of myself.”
“I just love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.
“I love you too,” he says back, his hot breath hitting your skin.
Just then, you’re interrupted by a strange, distant sound. Like someone chanting. It’s muffled and the words are unclear, but you pull back and give Josh a funny look.
“Guys,” Tyler calls from down the hall. He pokes his head around the corner, “You gotta come hear this.”
You get up, helping Josh to his feet and follow Tyler down the hall. He leads you closer and closer to the stage entrance, and you can hear the chanting becoming more clear.
We love Josh. We love Josh. We love Josh.
A portion of the crowd had stuck around, despite the abrupt ending, and had started this chant.
You watch as Josh’s face perks into a small smile.
He pulls you closer into his side, and you wrap your arms around his middle listening as the chanting continued.
“I told you you were good enough,” you say.