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Won't Say I'm In Love-Jello Biafra x Reader

I've been known from around the punk scene. In fact, I have plenty of friends from punk bands and the normal people, their fans. They contact me to find them gigs around the city and in exchange we hang around and I get paid. Many of my friends who aren't famous, sneak into concerts because of my help and I wouldn't want to change my life.

Thing is I've been played before, too many times that I've lost count.

Today I was organizing another event and making sure the place was big enough for a large crowd. The Dead Kennedy's are playing tonight and tickets were already sold out.

I was walking around making sure everything was going as planned, "Hello there stranger." A male voice sounded nearby.

I stopped walking and looked up on stage and saw the lead vocalist smirking at me. His hair all over the place as always and was wearing a jacket with dark brown pants and black boots.

"Nice to see you again, Eric." I said using his real name instead of his stage one.

He jumped down out if the stage and was now face to face with me. "It's been a while since I've seen you, how've you been?"

Eric always has the biggest smile when he's around me, out of everyone I've met he's the nicest guy around and he's always treating me nicely.

"Same old thing as always, ready for tonight's show?"

I could get lost listening to his stories from his life or how the band kept on getting controversial with almost anything they'd do. I always have fun with the many bands I've been with but the Dead Kennedy's are special to me.

"Ready as always, we should all hang out tonight at the nearest bar."

That only brings bad luck to me. "I'll think about it."

"Come on! I haven't seen you in forever." He isn't wrong there. Eric and I met back then when I was working at a record store to save up a trip to the U.K.

"Alright but I'll just have on drink." I warn him with a laugh and he smiles.

"Alright! Can't wait for tonight. Well, I'll go my work and you do yours." He says and messes my already messy hair.

I laugh and swap his hand away. "See you tonight."

I'm actually nervous for many things, but blame myself for the many thoughts running through my head. Okay, I'll try and be professional like I swore I'd be. Not only have a gained a good reputation, but I've always gained one where I sleep with almost every band I've met with.

It happened with Joe Strummer, John Lydon, Glenn Danzig and many others which I'm sure almost everyone knows. I fall in love way too easily and always get tossed when I'm no longer of use.

I sure hope tonight doesn't end up the same as other nights.

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The band ended up with their "Kill The Poor" song and the crowd as always went wild and wanted more but unfortunately it was the last sing of the night.

Klaus, Raymond and Peligro were sitting nearby to us, drinking the night away when we made it to the nearest bar. Many people recognized or follow us in here so the place was full.

"So? Any luck on finding a girl?" I tease as I played with my drink.

"Now that you mention I did find a nice girl who's been after me." I nod along pretending to be interested and happy in that topic.

Eric hasn't been much in dating tons of girls like I have with guys, which makes us completely different people and not compatible.

Everytime I get ahead of myself when I'm introduced to members of a band and with the Dead Kennedy's it was no different. First time I met them or should I say Eric, I had different thoughts than just being professional, I mean for god's sake how couldn't I when he was barely dressed

"She's a nice girl, but she isn't you (Y/N)." I stopped playing with my drink and looked into his dark brown eyes. My mouth nearly fell open, I reacted quickly and covered my face with my hands.

"Eric don't go there..." I mutter and continue hiding my face.

I felt his hands on mine and slowly lowered mine so he'd look at me. "I'm serious, (Y/N)!"

"You've heard those rumors about me, they are true okay?! I can't help but be that person a-and I always get dumped when guys are sick of me. It's happened with many. Don't tell me you're okay with dating someone like me."

It hurts to say it but it's true. Eric stops smoking and placed his drink down along with it and he doesn't hesitate to tell me his answer.

"Those things don't matter to me. So what if you've been with other guys? I'm not like them and I would never abandon you. Now, let's get the hell out of here and have a proper date, you deserve someone better so I'm gonna prove it to you."

Eric stands up from his chair and offers his hand for me to grab. "You already have, there's no need for you to show me more of your kindness."

I take his hand and stood close to him. "We'll have a nice lunch, buy you some nice clothes and maybe have a nice time in bed."

He smirks and laughs at my not so happy reaction. "I'm kidding! Though the idea does sound nice, but I'm a proper gentleman so I'll wait."

I blush as I leaned forward and hugged him. "Maybe we can make an exception this time." I tease him this time and quickly leaned up to kiss him.

"Let's have that date then." Eric kissed me again and took my hand this time. "I know the best place that serves your favorite meal, after that I'll take you to one of my favorite stores and I'm going to spoil you with gifts."

"You sure? I don't want you to waste any money on me."

We stopped when we noticed a few news reporters and paparrazi outside, wanting to ask the band a few questions on why they've become such a controversial band and the same questions they always do.

Eric held onto my hand right and together we began to run away from them and laugh when they couldn't catch up with us. I have a feeling I'll be truly happy now.