Here I Go [a Pink Floyd fanfic]

Chapter 1

"Arnold Layne had a strange hobby..."

The words blurred together. I knew I was high as hell, and that Mark would murder me for stealing his joint. Mark, my roommate. He has been since I moved here, to the UK. My high feeling went away as soon as a hand tapped my shoulder. . .

"Paisley? I'm leaving."

I turned to the voice behind me.

"Why? Aren't you having fun?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Mark hesitated and as he was about to answer, a girl walked up behind him. I shook my head and shooed him off. It seems like every single time we come here, to the UFO, he gets a young girl to mess about with. And as you have collected, I am Paisley. No, that isn't my real name. My real name is Trisha, but I hate that name so I changed it to Paisley.

"Arnold Layne, don't do it again..." The song finished. I had a good time listening to these four young men upon the stage. Pink Floyd, I think they're called. I noticed that they were into the psychedelic era, seeing as they had silky or lacy clothing on. I saw that the band had gone off the stage, so I headed to the bar. Belle, one of my good friends I have met while I've been here, was working behind the counter tonight.

"Paisley! Hey, man! Are you enjoying the band?" She asked while cleaning the glasses.

"Sure, I dig them. Pink Floyd, right?" I asked, fiddling with the joint in my pocket.

"That's them! Hold that thought," she stopped, "How may I help you, Sir?"

I didn't even notice anyone sit next to me. I looked over to see a boy, about my age, and messy, dark hair.

"Uh, yes. Three shots and a coke would be good, thanks." The man said in a deep, British accent. I took time staring at him as he talked slowly. His jaw moving with every word he spoke. He has a nice profile, I thought to myself.

"Comin' right up, Sir!" Belle spoke, making me snap out of the trance I was in. The young man looked over to me and smiled this deep, dark smile. I shuddered as I looked at his face. Wait. Isn't that the guitarist from the band that was on stage while ago? I heard him clear his throat and, again, I snapped out of the trance.

"Are you enjoying the band?" He spoke.