anesthesia

VII

tw: violence (assault)

I step into the elevator leaning my back against the cold mirrored wall watching the doors start to slowly close. What a long ass fucking morning. I wasnt even in there for no more than twenty minutes and I still feel like that was too much time for me to be in the same room as them.

Just as I think they're about to fully shut a hand slips through the two doors causing them to stop and open back up. Once the doors fully opened I met face to face with a tall lanky man wearing way too much leather for me to even take him seriously.

"Oh for fucks sake" i mutter under my breathe immediately recognizing whos stepping in the elevator.  The guy stares at me with his version of what I'm assuming is his intimidating face that makes me want to bust out laughing.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall trying to pretend that im alone in this elevator right now. I dont even have to open my eyes to know that hes still staring at me with that stupid face though, not breaking his gaze for anything. I know he's acting this way because of what I said in that pointless ass meeting but I really dont give a shit.

I don't know him personally , I just know of him. I don't know his name and honestly I really don't care enough too. All I know he's in that stupid band Lea made all those years back and i know this kid is her little boy toy because I saw them practically dry humping each other like dogs at crystal a few weeks ago. This guy clearly doesn't know Lea like I do because if he did, he would be running for the hills.

I continue to relax against the wall while the elevator continues to keep moving. That relaxation ended really quick as i stumble over from the abrupt stopping of the elevator followed by a loud ringing causing me to wince and cover my ears in pain.

"What the-" I say outloud opening my eyes wondering why the elevator stopped. If it's broken they are surely gonna get some shit from me for this.

I examine the room before landing my eyes on the guy who is still staring at me now on the other side of the elevator with his entire palm pressed flat on the big red "stop" button.

"Are you fucking mental? Why did you stop the elevator?" I ask, raising a brow at him.

"So you're not a fan?" The guy calmly says moving his body so he's almost right in front of me but blocking all the buttons so I can't push any of them.

"Im not a what?" i ask confused as fuck right now

"You heard me, what you said back there youre not a fan." he says back taunting me making my body start to get hot.

I stifle a small laugh "I don't know if you know this already, but not everyone likes the same music. It's just not what I would prefer to listen to. You should know a little bit about that after being in this industry for so long. Its not like anyone can really listen to a raging brat and clashing guitar chords."