Nightmare

Chapter Two

I was beyond nervous.

I did not think this all the way through. I was strapped into a seat on a plane and at any second the people who haunted my nightmares would join me. I would be stuck with then for weeks.

I didn't know what to do. Why had I agreed to this knowing how I felt about these guys?

I was confident I could do my job and do it well. It was facing them and my memories that's what I wasn't so sure I could do.

I had repressed them but over the last week they plagued my mind. The awful day he chose them over me.

I never met the band. I never wanted to and maybe that's why the love of my life chose to leave me over them. They were his friends and I refused to meet them.

Now I would be working with all of the guys. I would see them on a daily basis and I wouldn't be able to escape.

What was I thinking when I signed that contract. Jerry said money talks but apparently it also causes insanity.

"Dezzy,good afternoon."Larry warmly smiles at me sitting across the aisle from me.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again." I smile.

"The guys are coming. They're stoked. The first show is with Volbeat and Metallica."

"Both put on amazing shows. I've had the honor of working with both multiple times." I grin but my smile falters when I see Brian walking down the aisle.

I never met anyone in the band, but I knew all of their names. I followed their careers even though I hated them, and honestly, what the band actually meant for me. It represented so much of what was lost to me.

"This is her?" Brian asks giving me an ugly look.

"Yep Dezzy this is Brian, Brian Dezzy." Larry grins introducing us. But really it's unnecessary. I k of who they are and obviously Brian at least knows who I am.

I stand and offer my hand with my best attempt at a smile,"Nice to meet you formally. I look forward to working with guys."

"Right. Look let's cut the shit, you just take photos and try not Tobe bitch on our website." Brian snarls passing me by.

"Look Diva but I'm a professional got it? otherwise I wouldn't have been offered the job. I take my work seriously and despite the fact you're just a mediocre guitarist for an overly popular band with a fan base that primarily consists of a bunch of teenage hormonal girls, I can and will put aside my own person beliefs and give your girlies what they want. So why don't you cut the shit." I huff.

Fuck him. Who does he think he is? I ask myself and again for the millionth time since boarding the plane, wonder had I made the right decision to accept this job?

As I hear laughter I assume the rest of the assholes are joining us and I put in my head phones turning the volume up.

"Larry, I'm going to sleep during the flight. Would you mind waking me when we land?"I ask.

"Sure Dezzy." He smiles.

I close my eyes drowning myself in the music.

It blocks out the sounds of the other douche bags I have to share the flight with.

Eventually I drifted to sleep, but sleeping didn't help.

I only dreamt of what caused me to dislike the band anyways. I relived in my dreams the pain. The day I learned nothing good lasts forever.

When the plane touched down startling me awake and I looked around I wanted to burst into tears. I saw all of their faces, and the pain I thought I had buried became all too real once again.