Rocking the atmosphere

A deep discussion

Nonny trampled down the creaky metal steps of the tour bus, making a sharp turn once reaching the dirty ground. He quickly looked around in an attempt to find the poor purple-haired drummer who had rushed out moments before. The red head rounded the sharp corner of the bus to see the petite girl sitting, facing the shining moon and stars above her. Her backside was planted on a log, while she let out a short sigh while gazing at the beauty in the late night sky. Nonny slowly started to walk toward her, not wanting to startle her; he took slow, casual steps.

Oona had heard the drag of torn sneakers and sniffed before yelling, "Please, go away!"

( nonny)"It's just me," the red headed key-boardist replied, now approaching the girl at a normal pace with his hands lodged in his pockets. He took a seat not too far from the still sniffling girl.

( oona) "Sorry," she apologized bashfully, "I thought you were-"

( nonny) "Gil? He probably wouldn't have come out to apologize," the ginger stated, knowing his extremely rude band leader's behavior way too well, "don't pay any attention to him, he can be a real dick all of the time. But if you see his good side-"

( oona) "It's not just Gil. This entire tour has been completely cata-..Catra-? What's that word that means really, really crazy?"

Nonny grinned, "Catastrophic?"

Oona snapped her fingers, "That's the one! Anyway, the magazines and paparazzi have been making fun of me because they say I'm "too sweet" and too nice to be real. They think I'm hiding some sort of secret that could make them legendary, or something."

( nonny) "That's horrible," the orange haired male replied, showing signs of sympathy.

( oona) "I knew when the band first became big we wouldn't let any rumors get in the way of our music, but after letting them get so personal for so long, it just starts to....hurt."

Nonny could feel a strangely large amount of sympathy and empathy towards the sensitive female. He too knew how it felt to be constantly called a "fake" and a "phony" by people he didn't even know. Sure, he'd get used to it after a while, but everyone has their own limit, and hers was apparently broken a long time ago.

( nonny) "You shouldn't really care about what other people have to think of you," the red haired male started, gazing into the brown eyes of the drummer, "you have to shut them out. Just ignore what they have to say. They don't know you, they've never met you, and they don't even know you personally. They just make things up to make more money. It's their job. It shouldn't matter if other people are dumb enough to believe it; you have to stay true to yourself. You already have more than enough people who adore you in this world, just be the kind, sweet, beautiful person you are and they will always know who you really are."

He could see more tears slip from the young drummer's eyes as she sniffed and smiled. She tried to wipe them away only to have them replaced by more. Her eye liner was smudged badly were her fingers were black from the make-up.

( nonny) "Here," he dug into his torn pocket and dug out an orange and black stripped bandana from his pocket. He gently took Oona's pale face in his own hand and started wiping away her many, many tears.

The girl gazed mesmerizingly at the male as he gently caressed her face with a surprisingly soft cloth. His dark green eyes shimmered in the moonlight, while his bright orange hair was shaded perfectly in the darkness. Though his glasses gave off a blinding glare, the Japanese female could still see the adorable little smile he gave while caring for her. She couldn't help but smile back. Thank you," she said as a small blush appeared . Y you know your not like the other members of your band  your sweeter, kinder, your obviously more friendly,she blushed and giggled. You have more heart , and your the most thoughtful boy I've ever met but d did you really mean it when you said I was  beautiful