Daft Lovers (DISCONTINUED)

Part 4: Paris

I hummed Aerodynamic as I packed two weeks worth of clothes. This was so exciting! Not only was I going to meet the other member of Daft Punk, I was going to be on tour with them for two weeks! I zipped up my small suitcase and placed it on the bed. 

We would be going straight to Indo Silver Club so the guys could get prepped and then do the show. Then, immediately after the show, we would be flying to Brazil and after that, the U.S. .

Suddenly, I heard a car horn outside. I walked outside with my suitcase in hand, mesmerized by the shiny white limousine. A chauffeur exited the car and took my suitcase, placing it in the trunk. He then opened the back door and gestured for me get inside. I complied, slipping into the car. Inside sat Guy, Thomas and some man I had never seen before.

"Hey Rose, this is Thomas." Guy said, nudging Thomas with his knee.

"A pleasure." Thom said, shaking my hand.

"That's Pierre. He's our manager. " Thomas said, nodding towards the man next to him.

"H-hello, I-its.." Pierre said slowly, as if he was trying to figure out each word as he went along.

"Pierre doesn't know a lot of English, so you'll have to forgive him. " Guy said when Pierre got stuck on a word.

"Tell him I say hello, and not to feel bad because I don't know a lot of French." I chucked.

Guy repeated my words in French to Pierre and he smiled.

"So, are you guys ready to party?" Thom asked excitedly.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how long I've dreamt of seeing you guys on tour? This is the first concert I've ever been to!" I said, trying to contain myself.

"Are you serious?! This is your first concert?" Guy said, obviously shocked.

"Yeah." I admitted, a little embarrassed. "But I've always wanted to see you guys in concert, no matter what."

"Trust us, we will make this the best concert ever for you!" Thomas exclaimed excitedly.

The limo came to a stop and the chauffeur opened the door for us. The minute he did, I was glad I was dressed nicely and perfected my make-up. There were hundreds of people, shouting excitedly, frequently clicking their cameras. We all exited the car and walked to the entrance of the concert hall. 

We entered and security immediately led us to the dressing rooms, where Guy and Thomas dressed themselves in their shiny sequined suits. They both came out at the same time, wearing their infamous helmets.

"Now I recognize you two!" I said jokingly.

We all shared a little laugh and security motioned that it was almost time for the show to start. Thomas followed them out so he could scope out the crowd. Guy looked at me with a nervous quiver in his eyes.

"You will be fine. I promise." I said, taking his hand.

"You think so?" he asked, looking me in the eyes.

"I know so." I assured him.

He looked towards the stage door and then back at me. He then, took my face in both his hands and kissed me. My eyes widened with surprise and shock, but then closed, enjoying the kiss. He pulled away and went to the stage, with no words.

As I took my seat in the audience, my mind began racing. What was that all about? Did it mean anything? Why did he leave without saying anything?

Then, the soft quiet beats of Robot Rock turned into loud pulses of rhythm as the concert began.