Under Control (Parachute Fan Fiction)

3.) Mitchie

I sat in my chair and passed the time by checking my mentions on twitter. Then, I sent out a new tweet: "In a meeting. You know what that means." And for good measure I attached a picture of me terrified. I sent it out and got retweets and responses almost immediately. I smiled at the responses. God, I loved my fans. I could do whatever and be as weird as I wanted and they were totally ok with it. I didn't mind them seeing a bad picture of me, if it was funny, I was alright with it. I'd rather look funny than drop dead gorgeous. I put my phone away when my manager entered the room. He sat at his desk and looked at me. "Mitchie, the guys from Parachute are here." I smiled at him. "That's great, Tony. Send them right in." He picked up his phone and called the lobby. "Send them up, please." Within minutes, the guys came through the door and sat down. One of them in particular saw me, grinned and waved enthusiastically. Then, while everyone was seating themselves, he made his way to me and with a big smile on his face, he said, "Hi, my name's Johnny. It's a huge pleasure to meet you." I got up and gave him a hug. He hugged back and we pulled away. I smiled at him and said, "It's great to meet you, too. You're the drummer, right? I'm a fan of your guy's music. Good stuff." It looked like he could of fainted from happiness. "Yup, yeah, I-I'm the drummer, yes that is me." He stuttered. "Awww, is she making you nervous?" One of his friends teased him. I looked at him and noticed his eyes instantly. They were a really pretty blue. It was hard to describe what kind of blue they were, just that they were the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen in my life.  He had black hair and soft, pink lips. Wonderful lips, actually. He noticed me looking, smiled and held his hand out to me, "Hi, my name's Will."