Cassie
"I'm leaving," I said on the phone as I scanned the books in the bookstore.
"Please, pretty please," Mel pleaded on the other side of the line.
"I've been waiting here for an hour!" I said trying to sound as angry as I could. I hate people who are late but what I hate the most is when they don't show up after they kept me waiting.
"I'm so sorry. Gomenasai. Mianhe," she said apologetically, her inner otaku and fangirl showing. I let out a small laugh. Huge mistake. I just gave her an opening to continue to persuade me to stay.
"Come on, you shouldn't let our efforts go to waste. Just get the fan sign and get out of there, okay?" she said, finally sensing victory.
Aish, that brat! Our? I'm the only one doing the dirty work in here! And why would I even care to get a fan sign from a band I don't even know of? A rock band at that! All they ever do is make some noise and scream their lungs out.
On the contrary, she's actually right. I've already wasted enough of my time waiting. Plus, I'm the kind of person who always gets what I came for. Even when I don't really want it. I could hold the autographs as hostages so that I could make her do my bidding.
"Alright, I'm doing these because I'm such a great friend," I said and I could imagine her jumping up and down on her short legs.
Well, Mel's got weird taste in music. I thought as I walked out and proceeded towards the event center. It was packed, as expected, mostly by girls. Typical. I would have made a rude remark. But remembering where I am, I would have died on the spot.
ONE OK ROCK
Meet & Greet
Fan signing Event
I looked around me and instantly felt out of place. Everyone was wearing ONE OK ROCK shirts, ONE OK ROCK ballers, and ONE OK ROCK string bags, anything that has ONE OK ROCK printed on it. Thank goodness I don't really care. I don't even know if my clothes are coordinated, I simply put on the first thing I get my hands on.
I waited for my turn, which was hardly necessary since I was last in line. They were only giving two minutes per band member per fan. I wonder what's taking them so long. It took me two hours before I even got close, and that whole time I began regretting my decision. But since I'm a stubborn girl, I didn't dare leave even though my patience is running out.
When it was my turn, I realized I didn't have an album or any merchandise for them to sign. And I don't really like the idea of them signing my shirt or any belonging of mine. I took out my journal instead. At least I could just rip the pages out later.
I finally took the treasured autographs with a picture of their owners. To be honest, I don't even know their names. I just barely smiled and shook hands with them. All except one, they said the guitarist felt sick all of the sudden and had to leave. They gave me one of his picks instead.
This day is just so tiring, I thought as I walked out of the mall. I'm hungry, too. I turned to see if any of the stalls are still open. They're not. Sigh. I want to go home.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I bumped into someone, causing me to topple off. That's it! Nobody messes with me when I'm tired and hungry!
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yelled from the top of my lungs. I never had an outburst like this before. I don't know what suddenly ticked me off.
"I'm sorry," the guy said, reaching out his hand to me. I was tempted to accept it, but my pride wouldn't let me.
"No, thanks," I said slapping his hand away which was totally immature of me.
"Look, Miss. You were the one who bumped into me," he said, offended.
"Oh yeah, then you should have avoided me if you saw me coming," I pointed out.
The guy was tall, which was probably why it felt like I hit a wall. He had red-dyed noodle hair and an angry look in his face.
"I said sorry, okay? Why don't you just apologize?" he said, not backing down.
"Whatever," I said. I don't really have the energy to do this, so I walked away.
"Hey," he called out but I didn't look back.
And just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse.
I just remembered.
I forgot my journal.
