Make Believe with my Rockstar

The Last Supper

**Audrey's P.O.V**I glance at the clock and it's already past Two PM. This is a long day. It's agonizing...Days have passed and I have been intentionally avoiding Drew. I needed to clear my head and not have my judgment clouded by those blue eyes of his...or that deep husky voice...I need a breather.My phone starts making several noises in row. I look at the screen to see an unknown number has added me in a group chat and several other unknown numbers wishing me a warm welcome to "the Last Supper".I type a quick '???' and a response comes from the only registered number on the list, Drew.Drew: 'Guys she's practically a Disciple to the Last Supper. What the fuck?Oh! The Last Supper was what the fan-base of The Disciples called themselves. So the boys have decided to let me join their group. That's interesting.Me: Why do you wanna let a chick into your group?Unknown number: You are not a chick, you're our buddy XD 'Bon'Unknown number 2: Way to boost her self-esteem as a woman. You don't call a girl 'buddy'- JaceThey were making their names known to me. I started saving their numbers one by one.Unknown number: Cheer's from lover boy. – D.DA video message followed Damien's text, a video of Drew recording from the other side of the glass. He's wearing his ear piece, sitting in front of the mic with his eyes closed, singing his heart out:Closing my eyes and enjoying his voice, I listen to it several times before instinctively typing lyrics suggestions to the group:Me: Knees! It can stay singular 'knee', if a proposal is on your mind, which I highly doubt. So if it's about being, I don't know, like begging or coming undone sort of thing, then it's 'knees'.I listen to it once more and write again.Me: Melody...a love sick melody. Don't you think?I wait patiently for any of them to reply. They all have seen the messages but no one is typing. Why the hell did I write that? I got my own job to focus on, they have theirs. Who am I to mess with their lyrics? Jace: 7449 Melrose Ave West HollywoodWhat the hell?!Me: ??Drew: It's an address. DUH! Come over if you can...or want? Oh, so that's where they are. I think about it for a while then get up and take my bag. It's Friday so my shift supposedly ended about one hour ago. **Drew's P.O.V**I kept throwing vocals, my eyes flicking to the door every now and then. She didn't say she'd come, but I don't know why I felt like she would show up. I'm about to open my mouth to sing the next line when the door opens.It finally opens, revealing the all business-looking woman walking in insecure steps and has a shy smile on her beautiful face. She has some kind of an issue being in new surroundings. Takes away her control, I guess. I smile to myself, feeling like I have the upper hand here.-Hello Audrey!I speak in the mic in a low voice, making it sound huskier on purpose.They guys turn around to look at her. They were focused on me and none of them noticed her entering. She gives a shy wave and goes to sit near Jace. She feels comfortable around Jace, the serious one. -Tell me what you think sweetheart. - I ask as I go over the first part of the song again, applying the changes she had suggested.She listens thoughtfully, walks to the mic, probably asking the guys what button to push and finally her laughter fills the cubicle.-That sounded amazing.- She commented, excited.-Bet you forgot how my voice sounded without those mopheads backing me up. - I hint at the guys.-Yeah...gotta say I missed it, but not forget it. Though it has changed, your voice, I mean. It sounds raspier, more baritone and more mature. It kind of gives me that Ville Valo vibe. - She smiled innocently.-Why, thank you for the precise observation sweetheart...and for your previous suggestions as well. Helpful as usual - I get up and walk towards her, the only thing separating us the thick glass. I wink and she blushes.-Anytime. Always happy to help a friend - she bats her lashes smiling.Laughter coming from the guys fills the room.-Wat to get friend-zoned! - Bono whistles. -Give it here! He high-fives Audrey and laughs hysterically.I shake my head and decide it's time I go outside. Without warning I walk straight to Bono and smack his head. Then I envelop Audrey in a tight hug. She rests her head on my chest and I kiss the top of her head.-You've been avoiding me. - I whisper quietly and she looks up.-I needed space?-She sounds unsure.I nod and ruffle her hair, finally letting go of her.-So love, how do you like this? - Jeremy asks her - Wanna bail your job and come work with us? She laughs at his proposal, but shakes her head no.-I love it here Isaiah, but I also happen to love my job. - She gives a weak, sad smile. I bet she'd bail her job in a heartbeat if we were being serious. I remember her always wanting to belong somewhere like our band...but I zip it. I'm on parole. I'm not blowing my last chance and getting on her nerves again.-Dude! She called you Isaiah. I was wondering who that was. I forgot your name!!! – D.D laughed.-Isaiah Jeremy Pallaye - Audrey confirmed.I laugh along with the guys.-You zip it, Andrew Daniel Bennett. - She winks. - You may go by whatever alias you like but I'm sure Anny and Ian love to hand you your ass by your full name.I zip it, but the guys laugh even harder.-By the way, that reminds me, they send their regards - I inform her.-They remember me?-Why the hell wouldn't they? You used to talk to Ian on a regular basis. You ratted me out to about the smoking.I laugh at that. -You were gonna blow them up man!- she points at the guys- Due to your chain smoking, you were smoking so instinctively, you didn't even notice they were cleaning their war pain with the gasoline cloths. You had one in your hand for God's sake.-Wait, what was that? - Jace asked confused.-Umm...after a show in Wrapped tour, I believe...- I start, not really remembering the details.-Vans. Vans tour. Anaheim. - Audrey corrects me. Damn she remembers everything. -Yeah, that. After the show I video called her excited about the show, babbling the details. You guys were cleaning your faces in the background, and I had my washcloth in my hand. While talking to her, I grabbed a cig and put it on my lips. I was looking for the fucking lighter when she went ballistic. I took a deep breath remembering the scene. Her face, the way she was talking so fast to make me understand my actions in time. I went on explaining the rest to the four other beloved members of my band.-She started screaming, but you were laughing and screaming as well in the background. All I heard was nuts, fire, idiot, explode, imbecile, stupid, bonehead, retarded and full streak of other words to apparently identify my mental capacity. - I laughed, reliving the whole thing in my mind.The guys threw murderous glares at me.-Long story short, she saved you asses from this 'whatever word you'd like to choose from the dictionary to define my stupidity'. - I concluded.**Audrey's P.O.V**We fooled around a little longer, the guys nearly killing Drew because of the story he shared. Then we talked about other memories, like when Ian suggested I came to USA and work for the band like a merch girl or something, so that I could be illegible for the visa. But I was seventeen at the time and my parents would kill me if I as much as only suggested it. Imagine telling them I'd be touring with five guys. Well, four at the time, 'cause their drummer used to be a girl. Then Drew remembered my friend Laura who'd learn one of his songs on her guitar and practically begged him on the phone to sing while she played. Bono remembered me yelling at Drew every time he called me at three AM, forgetting the time - zone difference.I asked the guys about their more recent work. They told me how they had evolved their band philosophy as the Disciples and had taken roles as the actual Apostles in the Last Supper. Of Course Drew had called dibs on Jesus. He loved being the chosen one, meant to bring a difference, a martyr to the ones he cherished as his parish. And to be fair, he somehow deserved the title the band had given him as "The Prophet", since it was him who had built this band from the ground up.I learnt that the other guys had adapted the disciples' characteristics. Damien, the drummer, was Dedication, hence D.D. I finally understood why they called him that. It felt good being here, with them. It felt like I belonged, like I had known them my whole life. They felt like family.-Give me a ride home? - Drew brought me back to reality.-Sure. - I smile.We ride together singing along the songs. Once in the elevator, something shifts in the air around us. The silence becomes awkward.-I'm getting divorced.His voice is slightly above a whisper, like he wanted to tell me, yet didn't want me to hear it.-Oh...-was all I could manage to say. Well, I knew something was wrong, but not to this lengths.-It's ok. Maybe it's for the better...like Jeremy said.-I guess...- I kept my answers short. He was hurt. He was saying it was ok to convince himself more than me.-I'm getting this shit over with and then...I don't know where to go from there...I'm lost Audrey.-I'm sorry you have to go through this and I know it's hard, but there are endless paths to go from there. It doesn't end here for you Drew.I take his hand in mine gently, reassuring him. He lets out a bitter, humorless laugh.-You know, sometimes you sound just like my mom. -Well, mother always knows best. – I squeeze the hand I was holding.-I really do hope so...-He exhales frustrated.