Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The lead singer of Imagine Dragons (Dan Reynolds) does not have a brother named Tobias. But… for the purposes of this story he will. Some other small things like dates, times, and locations of shows will not be accurate. There might be some other things that aren't accurate as well. With that aside, I hope you all enjoy the story! :)

It's time to begin, isn't it?

I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit

I'm just the same as I was

Now don't you understand

That I'm never changing who I am

"Good luck." I say, as my brother Dan, the lead singer of Imagine Dragons, finishes tuning his electric guitar.

"Thanks bro." He smiles and claps me on the back. I give him a small smile. "Hey, lighten up will you? Go have fun in the crowd!" Dan swings his guitar strap over his shoulder, and heads on stage with the rest of the guys. I watch as the crowd erupts into screams and the band is engulfed in the blinding lights. "How are you doing Chicago?!" My brother shouts, causing the crowd's screams to become louder. This is the first performance for the tour of their new album, Smoke and Mirrors. I'll admit, the music is pretty awesome. And when my brother sings, he sounds a lot like me. Even though I'm a whopping nine years younger.

It has always fascinated me how many people work on putting just one performance together. People have been scurrying around for hours, making sure everything is set up and will go perfectly tonight. Even though the backstage is big, it feels small because of crowded it is. The only light comes from the spotlights on stage that manage to shine through the black curtains and tiny green and red lights on a soundboard. Lots of people are running back and forth, talking into headsets, and looking down at clipboards. The amount of people in this small area makes me sick to my stomach. I'm kind of claustrophobic.

Maybe Dan is right, and I should go mingle and party in the crowd. I'm not really one for "mingling" and "partying" but I guess it's better than this. I get up from the plastic chair that I drug out here from one of the dressing rooms, and head down the steps that lead to the auditorium. I walk down a short hallway and come a door. I place my hand on the knob, and savor the split second of silence before slowly turning it. The door swings open and the sound of my brother's voice fills my ears, along with thousands of other people trying to sing along with him to Radioactive. I decide to sit in the VIP section, and make my way toward the front of the crowd. Almost everyone I pass has a drink in their hand, and an Imagine Dragons tee shirt on. My shirt is just solid black, so it doesn't stick out too much. As I approach the VIP section, I show the security guard my lanyard, and am quickly let in. Tobias Reynolds is a powerful name at an Imagine Dragons concert. I notice an empty chair next to a blond girl on the very front row, and decide to sit there. I don't usually talk to girls, and consider myself more of a closed book, but I probably won't ever see this girl again anyway. I can't see much of her just yet, only her backside. She is on her feet and her fist is raised in the air. I come closer and stand next to her, as if the seat next to her, is really my seat. She notices my presence, and glances in my direction. She greets me with a smile and returns her gaze back to the stage. She is beautiful. Not like a supermodel, or even some of the girls I have found myself staring at. She is small, and skinny, and not particularly "pretty" with a long skinny nose and wide blue gray eyes. But something about her holds my attention. And her stormy bluish gray eyes remind me of wide open skies I have never seen, only dreamed of. Looking at her is like waking up. She is my definition of beautiful. I quickly look back toward the stage, before she notices me staring, and internally scold myself. Why does this girl, all of a sudden, hold my attention? It's not like I haven't seen lots of pretty girls before, and heck, I've even had some how themselves on me. But of course, I've pushed them away. I don't like girls like that. Maybe the thing I find so attractive about this girl, is the fact that she isn't like that. She isn't throwing herself on me, and she doesn't look like your typical teenage girl. Behind the depths of her blue eyes, is someone that is so much older, and wiser. Maybe I'm wrong though, because I mean, I only looked her once. But maybe that's all it takes. The harsh reality of everything comes crashing in on me all of a sudden. Even if she is special, and even if I had a chance will her, I have to many skeletons in my closet to be with anyone. To much of a shadowy past. I look at her through my periphery. But maybe, just maybe she could be the one to knock those walls down.

The first chord of the next song is played, and the crowd goes wild. A scream erupts from the lips of the small, blond girl next to me and the biggest grin becomes plastered on her face. I guess she likes this song.

When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail

And the ones we hail

Are the worst of all

And the blood's run stale

I wanna hide the truth

I wanna shelter you

But with the beast inside

There's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

I've always kind of felt like Dan wrote this song about me.

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

The girl next to me starts to sing along, but she goes up an octave, harmonizing with my brother. She's really good.

At the curtain's call

It's the last of all

When the lights fade out

All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave

And the masquerade

Will come calling out

At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down

But I am hell bound

Though this is all for you

Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

They say it's what you make

I say it's up to fate

It's woven in my soul

I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light

I can't escape this now

Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide

As the last note of the song is played, the crowd goes hysterical. After a moment, the house lights come up for intermission. I sit down, and so does the girl next to me. Sitting next to her, is a woman who looks much older, but has the same blond hair as the girl, only it is tied up into a bun. She is clad in a plain gray outfit, and has a small smile playing on her lips.

"What did you think, Beatrice?" The woman says. Beatrice. The name is so wrong for her.

Beatrice's eyes sparkle with pure joy. "What did I think? Mom! This is the most incredible thing I've ever been to! You know how much I love Imagine Dragons! I just can't believe you got us front row seats!" She almost screams. A small smile plays on my lips. I hope she doesn't notice.

Her mother nods. "They are very talented."

"You know," I say. I can't believe I just interrupted their conversation. Whether it be out of bravery or stupidity, I'm not sure. "You are very talented too." I nod my head toward Beatrice. "I heard you sing."

She turns toward me, looking quite embarrassed, a light pink color coating her cheeks.

"T-thank you." She stutters.

I smirk a little. "You're welcome."

"Are you enjoying the show?" She asks me, her eyes still full of childish excitement.

I nod once. "I am. How about you?"

"Oh my gosh, it's so amazing!" She says, looking toward the stage dreamily. "I've loved Imagine Dragons for such a long time, and always dreamt of seeing them live."

"Why do you like them so much?" I ask, curious about her response.

"Are you kidding? Their music is absolutely phenomenal. And," She pauses. "I've always felt like I can relate to the lyrics."

I nod, understandingly.

Her gaze shifts back to me. "I don't think I ever got your name." She says.

I smile. "My name is Four."

She doesn't ask questions.

"What's yours?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. Even though I already know, I just want to hear her say it.

"My name's Tris."

Tris. That's more like it.