𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩

𝟔 || 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭

FINALLY PRESENTING:
Aldric

Cazzo. That hurt. Whatever, at least it's finally over. Looking down at my calloused fingers, I notice some redness form on the index one. Identical to all the other ones I've gotten in the past. Who cares. Glancing back up, the cheering and clapping comes back into my vision. As I'm about to turn around, I remember.
{TRANSLATION: Fuck}

I quickly shift to face the front, so nobody notices. I swiftly throw up the rock n roll sign, noticing the other slight red marks. Who knew guitar strings are that vicious.

After a split second, the curtain drops and I can drop my hand again. Finally. I turn around to face the others and let the guitar slump slightly off my shoulder.

"Lucas, how far is the closest bar." I spit out in a daze blinking away the bright light formations in my eyes. These things always give me headaches.

"Aldric, you know what happened last night when you were wasted. I'm sorry but no." Lucas states. I glare at him. As if he knows what's good for me. Holding the stare, I stomp towards him. "Just fucking search it." I glance towards his phone backstage. As I'm about to just go and grab the thing, he speaks.

"Besides. We have a meet and greet, did you forget?"

Shit. That stupid thing. "Of course I didn't forget, who do you think I am. I meant after it." I roll my eyes harshly and begin to walk away, hiding the truth. These meet and greets are so unnecessary, all they are is a bunch of fucking fangirls with those little fuck me eyes begging for an autograph.

Lucas doesn't look like he believes any of the crap that comes out of my mouth, but then again why would he? I've been a lying fucker since I was 17, everyone knows that by now. Everyone knows not to care about anything that comes out of my mouth. Except one person. And that person is annoying the living fuck out of me.

I'd pay all my money to never see that face again, but then the money would just go to waste. Because corrupting is fun, especially if I get the opportunity for it to be an innocent stronza.
{TRANSLATION: Bitch}

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''Omg, thank you so much!'' The girl squeals loud in our ears. Honestly I don't hate doing the concerts, sometimes it can be fun to be taken away with the music and just escape reality.

But I hate doing these meet and greets so much. Waste of a fucking time.

I half smile at my fans, I don't think they care since they probably all know about my reputation. I scribble my autographs on some photos, notebooks, etc. One even wanted me to write it on her forehead. So fucking weird.

Looking up at the other members, I mentally roll my eyes. The others are greeting the fans with smiles and hellos. I don't do hellos.

I glance towards the girl with short pigtails and thick black glasses, her face covered with heavy makeup. She hands me her little pink notebook, I open it to the first page and scribble down my autograph on it. The exact same thing I did like 30 seconds ago. I just love numbing my hands with this bullshit.

The reason why meet and greets are my enemies is because of a couple things. The screaming banshees that don't care about our eardrums, the repetitive cramping of hands, and the bright ass lights.