Prologue:

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the workers of the WWE personally nor am I affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction and I make no profit whatsoever from it.

A/N: Prompted by the Lady Gaga song by the same title but no lyrics will be used.

Seventeen, almost eighteen-year-old Seth Rollins bounced happily on his feet in the line of roughly one hundred people. He could hardly contain his excitement as he continued to stand up on his tip-toes to get a better look at what was going on at the front of the line that he and his best friend were standing in. He dropped down to stand flat on his converse clad feet once he realized nothing exciting was happening and looked to his right at the reflective building that was right next to the arena.

He took in his own reflection as he stood there. He wasn't massively built or anything but he certainly wasn't scrawny. It was his last year of High School and he had just started working out at the local gym. He flexed his arms in front of the reflective building, watching his muscle bulge slightly as he did. He was dressed in a pair of light grey skinny leg jeans that were at least a size too small but he didn't care. He usually turned heads regardless of what he wore. He was also dressed in a black t-shirt of the band that they were lined up to see perform and meet.

He ran a hand through his longish, black hair as he looked at himself. He had decided to start growing it out as a sort of rebellion against his stern parents but decided after a month or two that he quite liked it. It complimented his narrow face and when he pushed the rogue strands off his face, it accentuated his bigger than average brown eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair one last time before turning his attention back to his best friend who was watching him curiously. "What?" He asked quietly.

"You are so vain." Seth's oldest and best friend Corey Graves laughed. Corey was eighteen already and had already started his own tattoo collection. The young man already had almost ten tattoos in various places across his body despite the fact that he had only reached the legal age a few months ago. Corey was about the same height as Seth, maybe a centimetre or two shorter and they had the same build since they had decided to start going to the gym together.

Corey's face was narrow like Seth's but his cheeks had a little bit of chub in them that was only emphasized by the small amount of dark stubble that had started growing on his face. He had dark eyes that were often heavily lined by thick, black eyeliner. His hair was shaved at the sides and he had a small patch right on top of his head that he sometimes gelled up into a quiff if he could be bothered. Tonight was one of the nights he could be bothered to. Corey also dressed a little different to Seth. He was wearing black combat boots that were tucked into skinny leg khaki coloured pants that accentuated Corey's toned, long legs. He was wearing a sleeveless light blue denim jacket that had badges and patches precisely placed across the jacket while he wore a black, short sleeved t-shirt of the band they were waiting in line for.

"Coming from someone who spent twenty minutes doing his hair!" Seth shot back quickly. He pulled out his phone to check the time and smiled when he saw that they would have less than ten minutes left of waiting. He could feel his heart hammering away at his chest again. He was starting to get a little bit nervous now.

Corey watched Seth's reaction curiously. He stepped in closer to his best friend so none of the other concert goers could hear them. "You don't need to be so nervous Seth."

Seth shot Corey an incredulous look. "We're about to meet Justice, Corey. Justice." He took a deep breath as he let the words sink in himself. "Which means I'm gonna meet Dean Ambrose. Dean fucking Ambrose. You have no idea how huge this is."

"I don't know whether to make fun of you or feel sorry for you." Corey let out a short laugh as he watched Seth's reaction. There was no secret between them that Seth had an almost unhealthy obsession with Dean Ambrose which had only gotten worse as it got closer to the day of the concert. "He's not gonna give a fuck who you are Seth. You are one of millions that he would have met and I'm sure having a dick between your legs isn't going to get you any closer to him."

Seth didn't say anything, merely looked beyond Corey to the road beside the arena in their small, rundown town. He knew his best friend was right but he didn't want to admit it. After all, they were about to meet one of the biggest bands in the country.

Justice was still a relatively new, hard rock band and consisted of five members but their popularity had spiked across the nation in a huge spurt. CM Punk was the lead singer and also the second oldest member of the band at twenty-eight. He stood at barely six-feet tall with short black hair that was often spiked up in various spots. He has light green eyes and a single, silver lip ring adorned the left hand side of his mouth. He was a fairly handsome man, with narrow features but always had heavy bags underneath his eyes. Punk was almost completely covered in tattoos and since he often sang shirtless, the various designs and colours were often on show for the hungry eyes of their fans.

Roman Reigns was the Bass player. He was a large Samoan man who had a tribal tattoo that stretched almost halfway down his arm and no doubt carried onto his chest. He had a broad, caramel coloured face with light grey eyes that always looked like they told a story. He was twenty-six. He had a neatly shaven goatee that was always immaculately kept and had long, black hair that was well past his shoulders. He was exceptionally built and his clothes often looked like they were too small from him whenever he played, his biceps bulging out of the black t-shirts he always wore.

Sami Callihan was the Rhythm Guitarist of the band. He was shorter than all of the other members but was still as built as most of them and had short black hair that was always disheveled and looked like he had literally just rolled out of bed. Both of his ears were pierced and he always had a silver necklace around his neck that sat on top of his various black sleeveless band t-shirts he always wore. He had a long face with the smallest amount of facial hair on the tip of his beard. He had slightly fuller lips that were a brilliant shade of red most of the time. He had dark blue eyes that were always surrounded by heavy eye liner and eye shadow in thick circles. He had no visible tattoos but often dressed completely in black while his red guitar stood out amazingly against his dark, plain clothing. He was the youngest of the band at only twenty-five.

Wade Barrett was the Band's drummer and was also the oldest member of the band at twenty-eight, beating out Punk by a few months. He was also the tallest, towering over most of them. He had a defined jaw with larger features, most predominantly his chin, nose and ears. He has short, black hair that is usually slicked back revealing more of his chiseled face and showcased his light green eyes. He had broad, muscular shoulders with a large tribal tattoo on his left shoulder that spanned most of the top half of his arm. He always wore sleeveless shirts in various colours and checkered shorts. He was the only member of the band from another country, hailing from Preston, England.

The last member was Dean Ambrose, the Lead Guitarist of the band. He was the second youngest at twenty-five. He was tall, with muscular biceps and long, lean legs that were always covered up by dark, straight leg jeans. He had an unusual but attractive face. He always had a stern, focused look on his face whenever he was playing, in interviews or even photos with their fans. His face was narrow but he had a little chub in his cheeks that was highlighted in the rare occurrences when he smiled. He had short, dark blonde, almost light brown coloured hair that was often messily brushed across his forehead although sometimes was slicked back to reveal his attractive face. He had captivating icy blue eyes that held so much emotion in them. He had a little bit of stubble on his chin but was usually clean shaven. He had a single hoop earring in his left ear that sometimes changed to a stud or a long, dangling piece of jewelry. In Seth's eyes, he was perfection.

Seth stood up taller on his tip-toes to see if the line was moving any. A large grin appeared across his eager face when he realized that the line was moving and they were finally going inside of the smallish arena. He glanced to Corey, his excitement barely able to be contained his big, brown eyes as the line slowly started moving. He grabbed Corey's arm and shook it excitedly. Corey shook his head and laughed at his best friend.

As they approached the gate, they were asked to pull out their 'Meet and Greet' passes that they purchased in addition to their concert tickets. Seth's grin was almost horizontal as he handed the large, muscular blonde man scanned his ticket and crossed him off the list and handed him an A4 sized photo of the band. He shook his head as Seth almost skipped past him. The small group of VIP's were ushered through a door that led into a small room that was next to the other room that had the stage inside.

Seth could definitely feel his heart racing now as they formed an orderly, single line while they waited. He kept glancing around, his brown eyes wide with excitement as Corey watched him curiously. Yes, Corey was excited but Seth was a whole other level. It was almost scary how excited Seth was.

Corey reached out and gently grabbed Seth's right forearm, turning the teenager around to look at him. "Seth I think you need to calm down."

"But look at who we're about to meet!" Seth beamed back at him.

Corey leaned in closer to the younger man. "You're gonna freak Ambrose out if you don't calm the fuck down man."

Seth rolled his eyes but did take a long deep breath. He calmed down for a moment until the same large, blonde man that let them in reappeared at the front of the room.

"Okay so this is how it's gonna go guys!" The blonde man started. "You will meet each member and get the picture of the band signed and then once that's done we will do the photos."

Seth's eyes widened and he had to stifle a scream as he watched the band appear through a side door. He watched Wade come out first, the extra ordinarily tall man towering over all other members of the band as he walked to the furthest side of the room. There was a small smile, almost a sneer on his broad face as he looked around the room at the small crowd that was there. The second member out was Roman. He had the same, distinctive, brooding look on his face that he always seemed to have as he surveyed the scene. Seth watched as he shot Wade a wink and watched as the usually unamused man let out a light laugh. Sami was the third member that walked out. He had a huge smile on his face and excitedly waved at everyone that was there.

Punk strolled out next, a cocky grin hanging on his lips as he chewed at the gum in his mouth. Seth watched as he looked out at the crowd, Punk's eyes lingering on him for a moment more than it should have. Seth's heart was beating so fast he was fearful it was going to start palpitating. There was only one member left to come out and he was breathing so fast and heavy that he thought he might stop altogether. He had to bite down on his hand to stifle the scream that he wanted to let out as he watched Dean Ambrose almost strut out from the side door to stand next to his lead singer. Seth was almost shaking with excitement while he watched every single, tiny movement that the older man was making. He was so focused on Dean that he didn't notice the disapproving and almost concerned looks his best friend was shooting him.

The line started to move after a minute or two and that was when Seth started to get more excited and nervous. He glanced to his right and saw Corey looking at him oddly. "What?"

"Seth, you need to settle down." Corey moved in closer so that only Seth could hear his words. "You're gonna freak 'em all out if you're too excited."

Seth nodded once and took the few steps forward as the long line started moving. He didn't respond to what Corey said but he did take a long, deep breath to try and steady his nerves. This technique worked for a few minutes until the line moved until they were almost there. He turned to look at Corey whose own excitement was starting to peak. His fingers curled around the picture of the band they'd all been given as they entered the small room. "Fuck. This is about to happen man."

"Fuck." Corey grinned back at him. "This feels not real."

The lined moved forward once again and before they knew it, the two teenage boys were standing one person behind Wade Barrett. Seth's grin grew larger as the person moved to the right and he stepped up to the large British man. "Hey." He said brightly.

"Hey, how you going kid?" Wade's face twitched into the smallest of smiles as he took the A4 sized photo of the band and scribbled his signature across his picture. He barely looked at Seth as he handed the photo back to him and didn't speak another word, his eyes already focused on Corey behind him.

Seth moved along to the right and stood in front of Roman Reigns. He smiled at the larger, Samoan man while he handed him the picture. "Hey, how's it going?"

Roman's stern face changed into a smile as he took in Seth's enthusiasm. "Are you excited for the show tonight?"

"Very. My friend and I and skipped school to come here early." Seth beamed back at the larger man.

Roman's smile grew larger while he scribbled his signature across the photo. He handed it back to Seth. "Enjoy the show tonight kid."

"Thanks, I will." Seth's grin couldn't get any bigger even if he tried. He moved along to Sami Callihan who was already smiling broadly at him. "Hey man!" He beamed as he handed Sami the photo to sign.

"Hey dude! That is a sick shirt you're wearing!" Sami grinned right back at him. He took the photo out of Seth's hand and signed it. "That's the pre-sale shirt, right?" He handed the photo back to Seth, his smile growing and showing all of his teeth as he watched Seth nod his response. "Enjoy the show tonight, dude."

Seth nodded again, his heart beating harder and faster as he moved on from Sami and ended up in front of CM Punk. The first thing Punk did was grin widely at him before leaning over at whispering something to Ambrose who looked over at Seth with mild interest. Punk turned his attention back to Seth who was shifting on the balls of his feet almost anxiously. Punk's top lip curled up into a smirk as he looked at the teenager in front of him. "Hey kid, how you doing?"

"Great. You?" Seth's face changed into another large grin as he handed his photo to the lead singer.

"Pretty damn good." Punk's smirk changed into a grin. He popped the cap on his pen and scrawled his signature across the middle of the photo. "What's your name kid?"

"Uh, Seth." Seth said quietly. He was vaguely aware of the fact that the person in front of him had just walked away and to the end of the line. But he was definitely aware of the set of blue eyes that was watching his every move. "Seth Rollins."

"Now that's a pretty bad ass name." Seth's head snapped to the right and looked up to see Dean Ambrose looking at him with an enormous grin on his face. Seth watched as Punk passed him the photo and he awkwardly shuffled the few steps over to be directly in front of the man he spent many hours obsessing over. "What do you do Seth?"

"I'm still in school." Seth said nervously. His heart was beating so fast now he was almost fearful that the older man could hear it.

"I thought you might have been." Dean grinned at him. "What are you gonna do when you leave school?"

"I want to be a photographer." Seth smiled softly back at him. He glanced down and noticed that Dean had signed the photo, even written his name across the top. The fact that Dean was still chatting happily away to him was making his stomach do flips. "More particularly, a band photographer. I just, there's something so magical about watching someone play an instrument. Especially the guitar."

"Do you play?" Dean actually looked quite interested in what Seth had to say. Which wasn't helping his churning stomach.

"I tried but uh, no. I'm better at photography." Seth started to feel the nervousness disappear with every word he spoke.

Dean's head tilted. "Are you any good?"

"Uh, I think so." Seth's cheeks were starting to colour slightly under the intense gaze.

Corey's head popped over Seth's shoulder. "He's fucking brilliant."

Dean nodded. He handed the photo back to Seth at the same time he pulled out his iPhone. "I usually do this with one fan at every show." He moved to stand next to Seth. He unlocked his black phone and tapped on the camera icon. He handed the phone to Punk who took it with a sly smile. "Put them horns up Seth."

Seth stood as physically close to the older man as he could. He felt a shiver run down his spine as Dean wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders. He folded his ring and middle fingers down, securing them with his thumbs and held them up to almost shoulder height, his signed memorabilia tucked under his arm. He grinned widely, showing all of his teeth. His waited for the flash on the phone before he moved away from Dean. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." Dean grinned. He clapped his hand on Seth's shoulder hard just once and watched as the teenager walked away. He leaned into Punk so that his lips were almost up against his ear. "If I get too drunk tonight and can't remember, don't you dare forget the name Seth Rollins."

Punk pulled away and shot him a curious look. "What have you got planned?"

Dean glanced over to see Seth chatting happily with his heavily tattooed friend that Dean didn't know the name of. He looked back towards Punk and winked. "I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now, would I?"

TBC

A/N: so, something a little different. Their backstage experience was based loosely off when I met Fozzy a few years back and also at the start of the year and I may or may not have used actual quotes Chris Jericho said to me haha. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue or not. Thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing/following/making it a favourite. GatesVengeance x