Now let me tell you about the good life

The sound of millions people, male and female alike, screaming in excitement and joy was nothing but pure pleasure to Stiles. He fucking loves doing concerts like this. Even if his band isn't as popular as last years champions. He was going to make sure that Hyperactive Kids was going to kick Howling For You's ass in this competition. Stiles was going to fucking push himself to make sure that they win.

He twirled his drumstick in between his middle-finger and forefinger in though as he watched his other two band-mates talk and practice little notes on their respective instruments. Allison, his lead singer and only bass guitarist, gave Scott, his guitar player, and sweet and shy smile. Scott perked up and gave her a blinding smile that made his eyes crinkle and made his eyes brighter than what they were.

Stiles stared at the two fondly. God, he loves those two so much. The twirling motion of the drumstick stopped as he pulled out his phone, checking the time, and set it back into his pocket. Stiles started up with twirling the drumstick again only to stop when he hear female laughter. He turned his head and stared at the blonde female who was smirking with a frighteningly angry redhead. Said redhead looked like she was about to tear the blondes eyes out from her head.

Stiles quickly got up and started to walk towards the redhead quickly. As soon as he got there he grabbed the redhead and turned a polite smile towards the blonde. "Would you excuse us miss?" He asked holding tightly onto the redheads arm, but not too tightly so that she would get bruises. The blonde gave him a predatory grin before answering with, "Sure."

Stiles gave her a thank you before pulling the redhead with him towards where he was sitting earlier. "Lydia Martin, what the hell is wrong with you and why are you already so pissed. It isn't even time for us to go on stage yet." Stiles said with a patient stare. Lydia growled and glared at the blonde before turning back towards Stiles and telling him. "That fucking blonde over there? Erica? She needs to stop fucking coming up to me and getting me to get you all to drop out of the finale in hopes of her winning." Stiles gave her an exasperated look before answering. "Are you serious Lydia? Did she really say that? Or are you being melodramatic again?"

With that, Lydia looked even more pissed than before.

"You did not just say that." He heard Scott say from behind him. Stiles' eyes widened a bit before he took a tiny step back. "I was just kidding?!" He squeaked out. Lydia just glared even harder before turning around and walking towards the curtains of the stage. "You better be thankful that I'm going to ignore that comment and help you get ready." Was all she said.

Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He turned to Scott and Allison with a relieved grin before walking off towards his drum set. He sat on the stool and stared at all the little pieces of it while smiling fondly at it. Man, he will never get tired of this. "This yours?" Someone asked from behind him, knocking him out of his thoughts.

"Yep. Why? You like it?" he asked, turning around towards the male voice. Stiles stopped and let his mouth drop open. Holy fucking shit. It's Derek Hale. The guitarist for Howling For You. What the fuck was he doing over here and talking to Stiles for? A cough made him focus again and close his mouth. "Yeah, I like it." Derek said, shifting his body weight to the left. "It looks pretty worn out though. Why?" He continued.

Stiles blinked before answering, "Well, I had this drum set for years. It's like my good luck charm. I'm not gonna get rid of it just because its worn out looking." He looked at up Derek and smirked. "I have a feeling that you didn't just come over here just to ask me about my drum set." He got a smirk in return. "You're right." Derek answered. Stiles sat back on the stool and smiled up at the other male. "So, why did you come over here?" he asked.

Derek gave him a feral grin before bending down and bring his face closer to Stiles. "Well," he whispered. "I came over here to apologize for my friend, Erica, for being so rude to your band manager. But also for something else." Stiles smirked. "What?" he whispered back, leaning in closer. "I came to ask if you were free after tonight." Derek answered softly, his breath washing over Stiles' face. Stiles sucked in a breath and sat there for a minute before answering. "Yeah, I'm free."

Derek's eyes flashed. "Good. I will see you after the show then? Maybe to get a drink or a smoke?" Stiles grinned at him before answering with a breathy sounding "yeah." Derek leaned back and smirked. "Well, see you later Stiles." He said walking away. Stiles sat there for a moment basking in the after effects of what just happened. He blinked before furrowing his eyebrow's in confusion. "Wait..." he started off.

"What the fuck." He said out loud.