Chapter 2

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*Carter's POV*

Net York is beautiful. Maybe this trip won't suck, after all. The concert is tomorrow, and I'm actually starting to look forward to it. Hopefully Troye doesn't find that out, he'd tell me 'he told me so' or whatever. I looked into this 'boy band' and their music isn't half bad. As for the boys, they aren't bad at all, in fact, they were really freaking attractive. All five. Wait, four. All four of them were very attractive. No wonder Troye is so into them. I kinda can't wait for the show. It's 8:00, now, and Troye wants to stop for dinner and head back to the hotel. I think I'll go to bed a bit early.

*Michael's POV*

The show is tomorrow. It's tomorrow. I know I shouldn't be nervous by now, but it feels like just yesterday, I was humming to the radio with my family. We have another hour of rehearsal and then we get to go back to the hotel.

After we got a bite to eat and got to the hotel, I was walking to my room when I saw the most stunning sight. She was wearing all black. She covered every inch of skin accept her face that was ghostly pale and as cold as ice. She had on red lipstick and traces of eyeliner, almost completely wiped away. She looked tired. I wonder what her name is. Mystery girl who didn't seem to recognize me. I would love to meet her, hopefully after tomorrow's show, but for now I think I should head back to my room for the night.

(A/N: Sorry, I know it's short! I thought it was a decent stopping point though. I'm going to try not to leave excessive a/n , but this is my second story so yeah. Please leave comments about how you feel or just grammar mistakes would be great. Thanks!)

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