With The Band

Chapter 1 Go

"Regina why are you not packing warm things?" Cora huffed and got two more sweaters from her daughter's closet.

"Mother, stop worrying," Regina said with a peck to her mom's cheek. "I don't like this whole idea," Cora moped. "This is the biggest opportunity mom," Regina assured her.

"Going on tour though with a band? Drugs, sex, alcohol," Cora listed off, getting more anxious with each one. "Mom first of all I am twenty one, and I'm not going to be doing drugs or alcohol," Regina assured her.

"We don't actually know if they're like that," Regina said. Cora furrowed her brow, "A music group of young men?" She asked suspiciously. 

"Don't worry Mom," Regina said tugging her suitcase from her grasp as the yellow cab pulled up.

Cora grabbed her daughter and hugged her, holding as tight as she could. Regina scoffed a cute laugh and hugged her back. "Mom I'll be okay," Regina promised once more and let go and took her suitcase into the cab. 

Regina Mills was 21 years old. 

She obtained a renowned position at Rolling Stone, it was feeder work, and she insisted that she could impress the publisher. 

He demanded of her to get to know an up and coming music group. Their group name was "Anchoring", and it consisted of four charming guys. 

Regina had no intention to go become some groupie, but wanted the truth about this group behind the stage. 

Their lead Singer, was Killian Jones. Irish origin, and now twenty eight years old. He was the main talent of the group, and played lead guitar and indeed was swoon worthy. 

His luscious voice could hit many notes, with ease, and he was just smooth as silk in every way. 

The other bandmates were long time friends of Killian. Graham, also Irish, and smooth, played bass guitar. Neal, played the keyboard, and knew Killian back in gigs in New York, and David on drums had the physique of a Greek god as they teased him about. 

Most bands had indeed the reputation of sex, drugs and alcohol, and Rolling Stone was frankly relying on seeing that in the article that Regina was intending to do. 

Regina took her suitcase and headed into the recording studio. 

As she pushed her way into the small space, she saw the technician sliding things up and down, and she looked through the glass into the other room.

Her first sight was Killian, and his sleek mop of dark hair, the reddish scruffy beard, and the bright blue eyes shining as he removed the headphones.

"Who are you?" the technician blew his cigarette smoke and looked at Regina's innocent stature. "Umm I'm Regina Mills, I'm interviewing them for a paper," She fibbed a tad, not wanting to reveal she was some Rolling Stone beginner. 

Graham swaggered out of the recording room, "That was good, mix it," his accent echoed and he looked at Regina. "Who's this?" He asked.

"Umm I'm Regina," She held out her hand. "Uh huh, young, you a new little groupie?" Graham teased. 

"Where your manners?" Neal pushed him aside, "Don't mind him, he's a wolf," Neal shook Regina's hand kindly. 

"Oh, Um I'm Regina, I'm just graduating and I'm doing a paper," Regina said as both guys shuffled past her and sat down nonchalantly. 

"It was not too fast a beat," David argued as he pressed the door opened and Killian followed behind him shaking his head, "We'll just see what it mixes to mate," Killian said picking up a water, and directing his eyes at the young brunette woman who shifted in front of him.

"What do we have here?" Killian asked, in a rather condescending tone. 

"She's a little reporter," Graham said. "I see, for who?" Killian asked. "I'm Regina," She stood, attempting to be confident, as she was small with these four guys around her.

Killian chuckled a bit, "You think you're just going to follow us around just to write some what? College article?" Killian asked.

He brushes past Regina to sit down on the large leather couch, "Actually I'm from Rolling stone," Regina blurts out.

The men freeze and look at her dumbfounded. 

"You?" Neal asked confused. "Yeah, it's my intro sort of first thing," Regina said. "Rolling Stone? As in THE Rolling Stone?" Killian was in disbelief. 

"Yeah well, they assigned me to find out about you guys as there's not much info on you," Regina said. "What do you want to know sweetie?" Graham grinned.

"Sit down," Killian pushed him, and stood up. "Are you for real lass?" Killian asked. Regina cleared her throat and gulped, "Yeah I am," Regina nodded at him. 

"You plan to write the truth or make it all hollywood?" Killian asked. "No, just... the truth, of your lives and touring right now," she said.

Killian quirked her jaw and examined her, "You know how to take care of yourself?" He asked. "I am twenty one, not five," Regina snapped.

Killian let a grin take half his face, "There see? She's not jail bait," Graham defends. "You keep your hands on your own instrument," Killian commanded.

"I'm not worried about him, I can take care of myself," Regina boasted. 

Killian smiled, "Alright Miss Mills, you can follow along as long as you can handle the traveling, but I'm not carrying you around and babysitting you," Killian mocked.

"I will," Graham grinned. "No you won't," Killian scolded, pushing him back. "Excuse Graham he hasn't gotten laid in a month," Neal joked.

"Shut up," Graham sighed. 

"Wow you all don't know how to be a little charming?" David intruded, and smiled at her. "Ok charming, back off, Miss Mills is now our..." Killian thought.

"Interviewer," Regina answered for him. "Interviewer," Killian nodded. "Guys, studio is closing," the technician announced. 

"How do you umm sleep?" Regina asked. "You have a lot to learn," Killian said, opening the door behind her. 

Neal had picked up her suitcase, "She travels light at least," he commented. 

Regina shuffled behind them and outside was a bus. "The tour bus," Killian gestured. "Oh, right, I knew that," Regina nodded. 

Killian smiled, "You never been away from home have you?" he asked. She sighed, and looked at him as the other guys boarded their bus.

"Is it that obvious?" She asked. "Yeah it is," Killian said. 

"Are you going to mock me and tease me like this?" Regina huffs and crosses her arms. Killian smiles, amused by her, "No, I think you're going to surprise me and I'm going to surprise you," he said.

"How?" She asked. 

"Don't believe every stereotype about musicians, let's go," he gestures for her to get on the bus. 

She takes a breath and steps up the stairs passing him. 

Regina's POV

Here we go.