playing with the air // m.h.

soft sound // part two

// s o f t s o u n d // pt two

Its been about half an hour since the band closed out their set with a "thank you and good night" and I've begun packing up my stuff sending a quick text to Asher, letting him know I was headed out.

"HEY! YOU!" I heard a shout behind me, whipping around to see a security guard at the top of the stands.

Shit. Its not like I had a badge or anything to be back here, and this guy was hired through the band probably and has no clue who Asher is. So I do the only reasonable thing, stand up, put my bags on my back, turn around slowly to talk to the—fuck no, I started running.

I jumped over rows of seats until I reached the end of the tier, a twelve foot drop over the rails to the next level. I look back at the guard, still yelling at me to stop and hold still, pondering what would happen if I got caught; taken into a cop car, picked up for trespassing, possibly get Asher in trouble. I breath in deeply and make the decision to just jump it, flinging myself over the rails and dropping down.

"I SAID STOP RIGHT THERE." I wince and yelp as I land roughly on my feet, looking back up at the seats I had just jumped from to see the guard leaning over the railing and holding onto his radio.

Fucking Christ, I groan mentally before standing back up and hauling ass into the back hallways where the storage and fitting rooms were. I'm lightly jogging when I hit a split in the hall, peeking around the corner I see one end has a small group of guards now congregating, so I turn the opposite way, trying to go as casually as possible.

"Hey wait is she supposed to be back here?" I hear behind me.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuckinggggggggg—

I start booking it again, turning around two corners and jumping into a room before they can see where I'm headed. I honestly have no clue where I was headed, its not like I was trying to break in, I'm trying to do the opposite actually. Suddenly the heavy familiar scent of weed and liquor hit my nose and I start to realize where I am, looking around I see four people, in sets of two sitting across from each other on separate sofas. The coffee table in the center has what looks to be two wine bottles, only one's already nearly empty and a open bag of crisps. The two guys on the left have beards, though one is much more distinct than the other, their frames differ quite a bit but they look like they'd be nearly the same height. Both clad in black: one has a leather jacket on and the other a flannel tied around his waist as accents. The two on the right look much different though, one looks like he'd be very tall, and one of a smaller stature. The tall one has blondish hair (not as stark as Asher nor mines) that looks like its grown out quite a bit, wearing what looks like a white shirt matched with a mustard jacket. Finally my eyes analyze the last one. He has some crazy curls, a little unruly but not too long, with the sides very short. He's dressed the simplest I suppose, ripped black skinnies and an oversized black top. Its about now that I see the fat spliff in the blondish guys hand, and have a sudden sense of the smoke that's sitting heavy in the air. I'm just about to suppress a chuckle—I had just ran in on some boys trying to get high—when I hear the guards talking in the hall behind me.

"Check in the band's room, maybe she snuck in." My eyes widen as I drop my belongings behind one of the couches and dart into the bathroom, with four very confused eyes watching me. After locking the door I look into the mirror, thinking of an exit plan. It's a cheap trick but the first thing I do it yank my hair out of the pony tail and switch the normally blond dominant part to the other side, so my dark brown hair is covering most of the platinum. Its kind of funny how something so simple makes you so unrecognizable. I press my ear to the door to listen.