Blood Drop

Chapter 3: Backstage

Laura's POV

She preforms a few more songs. She gave me a VIP ticket, for some reason. There's a scribbled number and the words, 'Text me! ~Quartz'. What? She couldn't have meant me to get it. She probably meant for someone else but gave it to me when I lost mine. I don't put it in my phone, at least until I can ask her. Wow. She looks perfect. I realise that I'm blushing and I look down.

She preforms a final song, and ends with a cheer from the audience.
She says, "Whoever has the VIP ticket, come backstage!"

I freeze. She meant me! Me, out of the 300 here! As everyone walks out, I stand up. She's still at the DJ deck. I walk to her awkwardly.
"Hi, I was given the VIP ticket..." I say,
She smiles, "Yes! Come with me!"
She walks to a door and I follow, "Also, you wrote a phone number on the ticket, why?"
"You seem like a good friend." She smiles as we reach the door.

I'm wearing black jeans and a plain white shirt with a black leather jacket with studs. She's wearing black jeans too, a plain black shirt and a leather motorcycle jacket. She opens the door enthusiastically. The backstage room is painted crimson red with a black carpet. The seats are a perfect shade of ebony and the legs are ivory white. It is really calm.

I'm so calmed, that I don't feel Quartz's tapping on my shoulder. I look back to her.

She's smiling.

Wow, she's beautiful! Her eyes, her shirt, her hair, her jeans, her knee high boots, everything.

She walks into the room.
A woman walks in and asks, "Any Rose Beer?"
"Yes please!" Quartz replies, "You?"
I smile, "Yes please! Thank you."

The woman leaves us two alone. We sit in an awkward silence for a few seconds, the only noise being her taking off her jacket and putting it on her seat.

"You ride motorbikes?" I ask,
She smiles, "Yeah."
"I've always wanted to, but I don't have anything." I reply,
"Oh! I've never asked your name!" She looks down,the
I smile, "I'm Laura Smith."
"Well, Laura, I'm Quartz Feya." She smiles, her hand out,
I shook it awkwardly, "Well, hi."
"Hi." She awkwardly returns the favour.

We wait silently for an awkwardly long amount. That girl walks back with our drinks, sets them on the table, and walks back out. Once she leaves, we look at each other and we start to laugh.

"So, how's life?" I ask,
"I just moved, tonight's going to be my first night in the Ell Tra street." She smiles,
"Ell Tra?" I ask,
"Yeah, why?" She responds,
"That's where I live! My neighbour just moved!"
She laughs, "Well, hi neighbour!"
I smile, "Hi neighbour!"

We laugh.