A business woman had wasted most of her life in a boring drag of company stocks. One night, returning from her hotel from a meeting, she meets Papa Emeritus III, and he finds more than just a little interest in her...
We met in the elevator and I had no idea what to do. There was no way that I was going to be able to leave that elevator without saying anything. I knew that Ghost was touring and they were going to be stopping by the town in which I was on business. I had even planned on going, but this business trip had me booked all hours of the day. I was staying in a five-star hotel, courtesy of my company. I was here to discuss our stocks with the head of the corporation and I was already nervous about making a mistake, and the disappointment of not being able to see Ghost at the back of my mind really threw me into the dumps. It was painful knowing they would be so close and I wouldn't be able to see them. I hadn't told anybody that I liked them since the stigma that surrounds a band like that wouldn't "fit" me. Me; a high ranked official in my company, a seemingly platitude woman with nothing to her but her name and high heels, could no way like a band like that, right? At least, according to most people I worked with. They were old and I was coming in young, having been preparing from a very early age in school so I could get this job right out of college. Most of my pleasures revolved around that fantasy of the sacrilegious or "bad" because it was just fun to me. I don't regret my decisions in the least, but it took away the opportunities I had like see Ghost or even really have a young adulthood, if that makes any sense. I haven't even had a real relationship because I was always the nerdy girl who never spoke to anyone. I got lonely a lot and Ghost would fill in the time and always had a way of cheering me up.
It was later in the day and I had just came back from a meeting. I was famished and I didn't want to wait for anyone to bring me food, so I just stopped by the McDonald's on the corner. A typical night after getting nearly ripped apart by corporate. I made my way back to the hotel in autopilot mode, not really paying attention to anything except the hustle and bustle of the city. I checked into the lobby, and went in the elevator. I was expecting it to just go right up to my floor, but it stopped at the second. I scooted over out of politeness, not realizing who had really just stepped into the elevator. It was Papa Emeritus III. It took me too long to realize that I wasn't having some kind of stress-induced hallucination and I made sure I was still awake. He seemed equally shocked that I wasn't scared, but he glanced over to the side a couple of times, trying to be inconspicuous about it. I looked up and he kept his mismatched eyes forward after that. I had no idea what to do. My floor was quickly approaching and time was wearing thin. Luckily, I wasn't too shy due to my career basically being based on public speaking, so I was able to say something before the elevator stopped.
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"Hey, you're Papa Emeritus right?" His eyes went wide with surprise. I could already tell that he didn't expect me to know who he was.
"Yes, I am. A pleasant surprise to meet a fan in such a predicament." I always had a crush on him, but hearing that voice did things to me before I had time to react. He was in character, making it even harder to spit out my flustered words. I could have expected a cosplay, but I was damn sure this was the real fucking Papa.
"Ah, yeah... I get that a lot. You're actually my favorite band." My face had went red and the door to the elevator opened. In a rush to not inconvenience him, I said, "Well, uh, I guess I'll see you?"
