He does it so well

Art was supposed to make you feel something

"Guys i'm gonna check out one of those bars before the show starts alright. Anyone want a drink?" i questioned putting lipstick on.

"I'll have a glass of champagne though you'll have to hurry up. We start in 35 minutes and people are already out in the crowd dear." Freddie replied as the rest shook there head.

I waltzed towards one of the small bars and ordered the glass of champagne and a jack and coke for me. I sat on the small stool waiting for the bartender to finish serving a group of girls before me. One of the girls stood out, black hair with a fringe, giving me a god awful look i'm not sure why. As the bartender moved down to do my drinks, so did i but i got closer to the girls. I could hear them giggling and laughing then something caught my ear which made my head turn.

"I would definitely have a shag off of that drummer, Rogah Taylah!" a thick welsh accent gawked as i stretch my hand out and cleared my throat trying to ignore them.

"Oi you? Gal with the brown hair!" i heard one of them shout although we were near enough close to each other.

"Are yew tryna impress that drummer from the band?" one of them shouted again.

"He is my boyfriend after all." i laughed genuinely as they broke down in a fit of laughter.

"Yeah right. Yer just another bitch trying to get off with him. Don't worry i don't blame ya." one with blonde hair laughed, i screwed my face i couldn't tell wether they were insulting or just saying it as a joke, "Oh c'mon he's hardly going to want a bitch like yew. Look a' ya." the black haired one scoffed.

"You fucking bitch. Why are you acting like that for? I haven't bothered you lot at all." i scoffed back as she stepped forward getting closer to me.

"What did' ya' call meh'?" she shrieked through gritted teeth, "Slag." the girl spat out as i found my fist lift to her face. It wasn't pretty. We ended up having a fight. She grabbed my hair, I grabbed hers. I punched her, she scratched me. We grabbed and tugged and kicked.

Rogers Pov:
" Roger darling go and see where Chelle is, it's been 15 minutes." i heard freddie shout as i snapped away from my daydream and stood up. Of course i was going straight to find Michelle, though i was going to get flooded with girls. She made a beeline for the left so i guessed it was best to go that way.

I was right.

She was in a fight. Some black haired girl. By the looks of it i could see she -Michelle- was winning, but nobody was splitting it up.

"Shit!" i shouted, sprinting towards them. She wasn't nice, Michelle, but she was like art and art wasn't supposed to be nice it was suppose to make you feel something. Which she definitely did.

"Fuck. Let go Michelle come on!" i shouted pulling her off of the girl picking her up all the way down the hallway until we got backstage i put her down. The whole time i could hear panting.

Everyone in that room turned to look at Michelle who's hair was now a state. "What the hell happened to her?" John gasped before we were called to stage.

"Watch from the wing and don't move yeah? I love you." i hugged Michelle quickly kissing her then rushing on stage. All i could think about that whole show was getting home and drifting into bed with My Michelle to take her mind off of what happened. Gosh i love her.