Can this be real

The new path

The door was now closed. All the band members were out, walking towards the hotel, carrying their bags. Bruce had followed them. Now, Ginny was alone, waiting for the moment she was certain she could come out of that bus without being caught. 

So, she waited a little more. Fifteen minutes had passed when she thought she coulb maybe risk herself out of her cupboard. Immediatly, she felt every part of her body crack in protest. Ugh. This was the worst place to hide... Then, she threw a glance out the window, just to make sure everything was safe. And, well... It seemed safe. 

So she walked towards the door and pushed it. 

Oh god, my eyes! 

The sunlight hit her eyes, burning them. A smile grew on her face; she had always loved the way the sun could warm up her whole body in a couple seconds, even up there in the Canadian winter. And then, she tried to remember her plan. Bruce said he was going to be in the hotel during the boys' gig... I'll go in there. 

Ginny walked straight to the big doors of the building. It was gigantic, like she had never seen one before. Well, she was in New York, after all! Everything was different, and fortunately she spoke and read english fluently. If she didn't, it would've been a catastrophe...

Pushing the heavy doors, Ginny rushed into a tall red-haired girl. Hannah? She had the same height, the same hair, but... Well, apparently, she was a man. Not any man, actually. 

Of course, it had to be Axl. Did Ginny have any luck of staying alive, and maybe even succeeding in going back home? 

But the guy barely even looked at them, just screaming:

-Watch where you're going and get out of my way!

-Well, I'm very sorry, she replied, but you don't have to yell like that!

Behind Axl, Slash's and Steven's eyes widened in fear and Izzy chuckled. But before Axl could answer anything, Bruce arrived next to them and said:

-Axl, let the girl go, we'll be late for your gig. It's already 5: 15 PM... 

Eyes squinted from anger, Axl glanced at Ginny and left the hotel. Relieved, she looked at all of them walk away towards a stadium facing the building.  

And then, she met someone's gaze. Straight in the pale blue eyes. It sent a long shiver down her body, so much that she did not even think about identifying the person she was locking eyes with. She just looked at him. And then, he turned around. Duff. Of course, dear god, that seemed to be a real detective. Always observing every detail. Maybe he remembered her from the night before... Or maybe it was just some kind of déjà-vu. Maybe, who knows?

After standing there, wondering randomly about feelings, she realized she had something to do. Well, she could not just come in that hotel like that, she was dressed like a goddamn slut. Ah, well... I could pretend I'm waiting for someone and like, stay  in the hall... And then find Bruce, and if I have the guts, talk to him. 

So she creeped in the hotel and sat down on a chair. Surprisingly enough, no one came to talk to her. Well, they were probably still thinking about the Guns n' Roses, who she must say, were even more whore-looking then her. 

And after waiting a little, trying to be unoticed by the hotel people, Ginny noticed Bruce coming back inside, looking desperately tired, complaining and mumbling about something that really made him pissed. He sat down at a small table in the hotel's coffee shop and ordered and double (or triple, who knows) espresso. Ginny got up from her chair and went to do the same (having coffee seemed like a good idea) and paid with the few money that she had left. 

Then, she sat at a table right in front of Bruce and waited for him to notice her. She drank her coffee, and at some point, the manager's gaze met her and he gave her a tired smile. Nervous, she called:

-Hum, hello! Is it true that Guns N' Roses are playing a show in the stadium in front?

-Ah, yes, he sighed, I can know a thing... I am their manager!

-Oh, really? Wow, it seems like a hard job!

-Well, it's harder now that the tour assistant quit her job recently... Now I have to do it or to convince the boys to do it by themselves... 

Ginny jumped on the occasion:

-So you need a new assistant? Maybe... I could be of help? I really need a job, I am far away from home...

-Well, I don't know... It's a very hard job, you know... 

-It can be just for now, until you find someone else. Please...

-Ok. But, be careful, those boys aren't exactly the easiest people to live with!

-Yeah...

Ginny smiled and he asked her if she could start to work on that day. She said that of course, she could, and he asked her if she had somewhere to sleep, eat or anything. Embarrassed, she said no, but he got up and just rented another room in the hotel. 

-Thanks, Thank you so much, sir, you're probably saving my life!

-Oh, just call me Bruce! Now, you are gonna go and meet the boys after their gigs. I'm sorry this is going so fast, but you'll have to improvize.

Then, she followed him across the street towards the arena.   

Inside, Bruce led her through a lot of rooms. They sat down on a sofa in what was apparently a changing room, and, a couple hours after, they had become (kinda) friends. 

And that's when five boys came in the room.