𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 || 𝔨. 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔱

.07.

The first thing I saw was a man with light hair tied in a ponytail. It wasn't unnatural to see a man with long hair. Especially in the metal world.

"Umm...Excuse me?", I said so to draw his attention to me.

Faster than I could react, the man turned to me and gave me a stern look. He didn't look particularly friendly, so annoyed as he was staring at me. Whatever it was, I felt more than out of place. You could see that I wasn't wanted. He didn't even try to hide it.

"Fans wait outside.", was the only thing he said before turning around again.

Fan? Do I look like a fan or what's the point right now. My head was screaming for a slap but I went for the friendly way. At least I hope so.

"I'm not a fan. I want-"

"If you're not a fan then get out of here.", he interrupted me and went back to his own business.

Why were most men so damn unfriendly? Can't they even let a woman finish speaking? This guy got on my nerves so much that he deserved to be hit in the head with my bag. Before doing anything impulsive that I would regret later, I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"I'm here because I'd like to see someone. His name is James.", I tried to explain to the man but he didn't seem to be listening.

He just ignored me.

This son of a bitch ignored me. My patience was about to snap. I wanted to kick his thing or cut off the braid in his hair. I hated being treated like dirt.

"I SAID I'M HERE BECAUSE I'D LIKE TO SEE JAMES!", so I yelled at him.

In shock, he turned to me and glared at me. I, in turn, just grinned at him. That's what you get if you give me the cold shoulder asshole.

From somewhere a door opened and you could hear someone coming our way. Hopefully it was James because if it wasn't I was really losing whatever nerve I had left. The man already looked like he had no nerves left for me. But it was his own fault if he didn't let me finish and just ignored me.

"Who the hell is yelling around here? We're trying to record a song.", said the person before reaching the man.

The man threw me an angry and at the same time strict look which should mean something like be quiet. But I didn't care at all. The person came to a halt and I had to grin when I saw who it was. Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed me yet but he would soon.

"This woman here really wants to see you. Some sick fan or something.", he said and cleared the way.

I struck a ridiculous pose and when he saw me he grinned just as stupidly as I did. Even though we hadn't seen each other for a long time, we were still just as good friends as we were then.

The man looked as if he had now lost all nerves that he possessed. In other words, he didn't understand what was happening.

"It's ok. She's a friend of mine. Cool that you could come."

"You invited me. I won't say no to that.", I said to him.

We hugged. After that he took my hand and pulled me behind him. I had no idea where he was trying to draw me but I just let it happen. After all, he knew his way around here and I didn't. I didn't have much time to look around either, I could do that later. Hopefully. We stopped in front of a door covered with stickers and he took a closer look at me.

"Got your blonde hair back?", he asked.

"Yeah. You look great.", I answered him.

"You too.", he said and cleared his throat.

That was the first time I ever saw him really nervous. James was good at hiding his feelings. I had to learn that early on. But because we've known each other for a while, I could tell when he was feeling really good and when he was feeling really bad. I've developed a feeling for it. He only does some things when he is in this or that emotional state. After a while, it's easy to know how he's feeling at the moment.

"Hold back a little yeah? The boys are a bit chaotic and take a lot too personal.", he warned me.

So either they're all little sensitives who can't do anything on their own or the bad guys who hit on every woman they see. It has to be one of the two. Otherwise James wouldn't warn me.

"Got it.", So that's all I said and James opened the door.