Put The Gun Down

Chapter One

Charlotte's POV

*The picture above is what Charlotte looks like and what she is dressed in*

"Performing is like a drug to me. It eases all of the pain and stress I face throughout a day. Seeing someone sing along to a song that you spent hours upon hours writing, just makes it all worth while" I quickly jotted his words down as the interviewer asked my mentor more questions.

"Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Biersack. AltPress greatly appreciates it" The interviewer, who's name I believe was Rich, stood up and shook his hand. "Please, call me Andy" My mentor shook his hand as well.

"Well Andy, thank you. And thank you Charlotte, for putting this meeting together" I put down my clipboard and stood up, straightening out my skirt. "I'm glad I could help" I smiled as Rich left the studio.

"Fucking asshole" Andy mumbled under his breath. "I thought he was quite nice" I said, beginning to pack up my bag.

"Are you kidding me? I've been working with those people for years and all they do is write about how big of an asshole they think I am. They don't even call me by my first name" He grunted as he took a seat on the couch that sat against the wall in the small studio. "They're just trying to be professional and respectful, not that you would know what either of those are" I rolled my eyes and zipped my bag shut.

"The definition of professional is different in the music industry. This is why you're my intern, you don't know shit" Andy crossed his leg over his knee, he struggled considering he was wearing skin tight black jeans. "At least I know what respect is. It's been a whole week and you haven't taught me anything, you're my mentor for God's sake. You're supposed to be teaching me, not using me to pick up your lunch. Forget about it, you're just as big of an asshole those magazines make you out to be. Have a good rest of your day, Mr. Biersack" I slid on my black and white plaid winter coat and walked out of the studio.

"Charlotte! Damn you, how do you walk in heels so fast?" Andy ran after me in the parking lot, but I ignored him. Just as I was about to get in my car, he caught up to me. "Charlotte, wait. I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I have been a shitty mentor and a shitty person lately, but I'm going through a bit of a rough patch right now. Please just promise that you'll meet me for coffee tomorrow morning so we can sit down and talk about this? I'll tell you everything you want to know, all you gotta do is say yes"

I stood in front of my car with my arms crossed. Does the real Andy Biersack give up this easily? Well, considering I don't know the real Andy Biersack yet, I'll just have to find out for myself. "Fine, tomorrow morning at 8" He smirked and rubbed his hands together to keep them warm, considering he didn't have a jacket on in the middle of winter.

"Thank you for giving me another chance, I won't let you down" I began to laugh. "Isn't it the intern who usually begs for a second chance?" Andy's smile grew, but only a little. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, I'm gonna head inside before I fuckin' freeze to death. See you tomorrow morning" He began to jog back into the building. "Wouldn't miss is for the world" I sighed and unlocked my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat.

A/N: This book is just an experiment so I'm sorry if it sucks :) If It's as horrible as I'm expecting it to be, I'll delete it. If it's half decent, I might keep it up. Let me know what you think XD