Young and Free, Punk and Pretty

Chapter 2

SHAYANNE’S P.O.V

“hi im shayanne” I say to the man who is guiding me to their dressing room he is at least 10 inches taller than I am, I’m quite short and he’s bald and very muscular. “What’s your name?”

“Im Angus” he smiles down at me, wrinkles line his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He must be in his late thirties early forties. “You very luck they very rarely let people into the meet and greet for free let alone in their dressing room you must be special”

“nah im not really just lucky I guess” he turns us left down another hallway. “What’s it like touring with them?”

“It’s…” he pauses for a second. “Its eventful” his smile is back. His teeth are dead white.

“How so” I give him a curious side look. He takes a deep breath before answering.

“Well naturally they have bad days but there rare as well, but they are always excited to go somewhere new, and where ever they go all hell breaks loose girls scream and faint and it’s hard to move. And they are always looking for fun, and sometime they sneak out when they think no one is looking and go out partying, but the funny thing is they only do that here on home turf cause in other countries the drinking law is twenty-one and over, so only Ashton gets to drink overseas” we turn left down yet another hallway.

“that has got to suck remind me not to go to Vegas for my eighteenth yeah”

“will do ma’am”

“you know one day I’m gonna be doing what the boys are doing now, performing to thousands of people with my band, me and my friend Nicole started it last year” when Angus doesn’t reply I look over and he wasn’t there I look back to find him standing in front of a door, I now realise I was talking to myself for a whole minute how embarrassing. I turn and walk back to Angus he was smiling like dickhead. I look up at the door and on the front in black bold letters 5 seconds of Summer: Dressing room.

“I hope one day that I can escort you places and protect you from crazed fans who want a piece of your hair to smell every night” I stand there for a second then crack into a fit of laughter.

“I am so hiring you one day you’re a funny one, that was probably the funniest thing I’ve heard all night” I was crying now.

“Here miss” Angus hands me a tissue. “For the tears of laughter and many more to come” he takes a key out of his pocket and shoves it in the door handle he turns it twice before pushing down on it to reveal a room with 4 mirrors lined up on the back of the room with lights around them, in the middle of the room were three two-seater lounges each one a different colour, one black, one orange and one yellow and a T.V. to the left on the wall in front of them. On the right side of the room was a sound system, the speakers were set up in each corner of the room.

“It’s quite a set up huh” Angus stands just inside the door. “You can play some music, Mr Irwin’s IPod has no password, and that reminds me you’re in a band do you play and instrument?”

“Yeah I play lead and rhythm guitar so does Chris he plays lead and rhythm we share it” he smiles. He walks over to the mirrors and reaches underneath the first one and pulls out and guitar case. “Would you be willing to play something for me before I leave” he undoes the clips and takes out what looks like Michaels acoustic, it was a red and purple colour, the colours mixed together in spirals in all different directions.

I smile at Angus “sure I’ll play you the song me and my friend started playing together” I take the acoustic out of hands and strum each string slowly to see if they were in tune. “It’s English Love Affair, by 5 seconds of summer” I walk over to the orange couch and sit, Angus pulls up a stool in front of me. I start to play. When I finish I look up and Angus and smile.