Arthur's POV
The next day rolls around, five days he said. Jeez.. Of all the things in the world this is what I'm worried about. I sigh and look out the window of the tour bus as it drives to the next arena. Francis and Antonio are fighting over who's taking someone on stage to help them practice. Yeah right, there fighting about who they're gonna get to screw them after the concert. I'm not that kind of rocker but they sure are.
"We're here guys." Gil says as the door opens with a loud swoosh. I get out of the bus and grab my guitar case from under the bus in the storage area. I walk into the arena and help Gil set up the show. Feliks was being such a wanker to everyone, he was swaying his pink rock dress every which way. I don't get how he got popular, besides him and his buddy in the fashion business. He always had the up and coming fashion, girl's fashion though. He wore dresses, bedazzled scarves and heels that went up by the inch. I just wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket and ripped up English flags. That was our logo even, a ripped up English flag.
"Hey, five minutes Feliks." Gil shoves him toward his equipment. He smirks and brushes his blond hair behind his ears and laughs posy like.
"Alright boys, have fun!" He hopped on stage and the crowd let out soft roars. Not as much as they gave me. I went to grab my guitar but found it moved.
"Gil did you move my guitar?"
"No sir."
"Francis? Antonio?" They were in the back fighting still. I sigh and start looking around.
"Hello, Artie." A familiar bow tie looks at me from a far holding but only, my guitar.
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RomanceAmerica (Alfred F Jones) Is in town for a while, in the big city of New York New York. He's staying there for a while to check in on a new up and coming rock star that is boss (Ivan Braginski) Wants dead. Though when he is about to pull the trigger...
