You Don't Care About Us.

Please Welcome The Three Member Band Placebo!!

It's been weeks since Emilia's club scene and Brian hasn't shown his face since the morning after.

She didn't feel mad or angry. She was confused on his actions. She didn't know what was wrong or what what happening. She wanted answers, but at the same time she didn't want to ask the wrong question or ask in a wrong manor.

A question can go many ways. Emilia didn't want their friendship to end on awkwards terms, but she also didn't want to continue clueless.

"I dunno what to really say, have you tried calling him?"

"Mmm.. No, I haven't tried to communicate with him at all."

Sighing, Ben rubbed his eyes, "Then how do you intend of getting your question answered if you haven't even picked up a finger to try?"

She sat back in her seat. It was raining outside. The clouds were grey, the sky was dark with a few freckles of stars here and there. It's gotten colder and the nights were longer, making Emilia have over night stays at her job.

"Well why can't he do the same?! Why am I the one trying?!"

"You're not even trying for gods sake! You're both on the same page!"

Emilia fumed. Ben was right, how could she be frustrated at Brian if she isn't even trying? She leaned foward, resting her elbows on her knees, her forehead making contact with her folded arms. Ben patted her back feeling her the patches on her jacket. "What do I do? I don't wanna make it awkward, like.. What if he did that to help make the creep get it through his thick head that I was supposedly taken? Hmm? Maybe I should shut my mouth because it most likey meant nothing and I want something to happen yet at the same time I want nothing to happen but if nothing does happen then I'm probably missing out on what could be and then-"

"Emilia, shut. The fuck. Up." Ben said putting a hand over her rambling mouth.

"Just call him, don't ask him anything about that night. Go on like you would after not seeing him for so long, if he asks, you do the same. Don't necessarily take control of the conversation, but have a say, ya'know," he said tilting his bag covered head, "now, lets go rinse my hair. I doubt my hunny bunches will want to come home to a mess."

She nodded and followed him to his kitchen sink. She watched him unwrap the bag and take off the aluminum foil from his dyed gair as she prepared the conditioner and water.

"Just condition in warm water then don't in cold. It works for me that way." The now pink haired man said.

She followed his instructions and after a few minutes she dried his hair. "You know, pink kinda suits your personality." she said giggling.

He looked at her and gave her a sassy wave of the hand, "Excuse me is that a gay joke?" he said giving her his best hair flip.

"N-no! I just-" she covered her face and laughed as he strutted around the apartment making obscene gestures.

She doubled over in laughter, watching him, "Ben!" she laughes out after she heard the doorbell ring, "answer your door!"

He looled over to the door and sighed, "Guess pizza is here."

Emilia picked up the dye box and objects that were used. She rinsed the sink and sprayed cologne around the house to get rid of the smell. By the time she was done Ben had already brought in the pizza.

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"Seriously consider this opportunity. We have no tours coming up, you're working on the new album, and playing yhis show will honestly boost your fanbase. It would be stupid to not do this show, honestly guys. Think for fuck sake."

Stefan looked over at Brian, who smoked his brain out along with him. "We'll get back at you." Stefan said to James, their manager.

"Fine, give me the final answer by tomorrow afternoon." he got up from his seat and left the studio room.

"I think we should do this. I got a friend that can fill in, we can make it work." Brian spoke.

"Who? Do they know how to play all the songs? We can't have a fuck up, Bri. We can't." Stefan said looking at him taking another cigarette drag.

"His name is Steve. He's the best I've ever seen... Met him on two tours ago."

"Fine. Tell him to be here tomorrow morning. We'll see how it goes and if he's good as you make him seem, we'll play the show. If not, it's all off."

His friend nodded. "Deal, but believe me, he's the one." Stefan got up and left Brian alone in the room. Sighing, he got up and went to grab his acoustic guitar.

Pulling his phone out, he dialed up his friend. "Hello?"

"Hey man, it's Brian. I was wondering if you're still up for being our drummer? The position is open and we're in need."

The line went silent. Brian waited in case he hung up. "... I guess I made the audition." he chuckled.

"Yea I guess so man. You think you can get here at 8? To learn the songs and all."

"Sure can, same place?" his friend said remembering the first time Brian showed him the studio when he first asked him to join.

"Precisely. No later than 8."

"Go it, bye Brian."

"Bye Steve." Hanging up the phone, he paid attention to his brown beauty of Gibson guitar on his lap. He places his fingers on the correct places and started to strum.

"Time to pass you to the test. Hanging on my lover's breath.
Always coming second best. Pictures of my lover's chest." Closing his eyes, Brian moved his fingers from the guitars neck.

"Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers." he moved the guitar on his lap onto a comfortable position after taking notice that it was sliding on his lap.

"Always falling to the floor, softer than it was before.
Dog boy - media whore, it's who the hell you take me for.
Give up this fight, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free."

Brian's body became heavy. He laid on the floor, placing the guitar next to him. His eyes felt heavy when he noticed the time that was stuck to the wall.

"Fuck, I should get... Home.." his eyes closed, taking his mind into a world of oblivion. He sighed, turning his body body to the side and placing his arms underneath his head.

The following morning came and in walks Stefan with an unknown man behind him. Seeing Brian past out on the floor, Stefan sighed and picked up is tiny friend, throwing him on the couch.

"Brian, wake up you slept here again."

"Five more minutes, Ma.... Partied too hard." Brian replied. Stefan rolled his eyes and smiled at the unknown man.

"Brian, your guest is here." Stef said looking at the stranger.

Brian opened his eyes, looking around until they landed on Steve, his long term friend.

"Hey man. I must've slept here by accident."

"Seems so." Steve said looking around the room, avoiding Stefans gaze.

I guess this was the rebirth of Placebo.