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Ashton; I'll be your drummer.

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"Yeah, I won't be long but I still have some time left so I might as well do some recording or whatever while I'm here." You spoke to your agent. You were at a recording studio but had done all you needed for your new EP; Losing Myself.

"Ok, that's fine but I think I'll go home now and do some more of that paperwork; if I can I'd like to get it finished by Wednesday night and it's a lot so...anyway, see you soon!"

"Bye Jake!" You heard the door close and strummed some chords on your guitar. You hummed a tune you had heard on the radio that morning and then heard footsteps coming through the door. You guessed that Jake had left some files behind or something and didn't think much of it. You stopped humming and changed your chords so that they matched one of your favourite songs; Love Dead Heartbeat by Mediocre (A/N just made the band up, bear with me on this one). They were a great band. You started to sing:

I, live, in a world where everyone's messed up.

You, live, in a world where your smile lights up a day.

You're the only person in my life who seems to live with a brain in their head and a heart in their chest.

You've got my heartbeat struck dead, you know.

You've got my head running away and abandoning all-

You stopped. Someone had knocked on the door.

"Come in!" You yelled. After all, in might have just been Jake. Hopefully. You didn't really know why but strange places freaked you out if you were there alone. The door opened and in trooped four guys, all about the same age as you. You had never seen them before in your life.

"Um, hi guys. What are you doing here?" You were a bit nervous but these guys were actually quite good looking so you tried to act cool.

"We we've booked the studio for two o' clock so..." The one that spoke looked pretty cool but crazy too. His hair was an amazing blue and he had an old band t-shirt on.

"Well it's been double booked then because I'm in here till two thirty. Sorry, that sounded SO cold, it really didn't mean to, but-" You came out with a load of rubbish that made you sound really stupid. There was some truth in it though; you were booked in for another half an hour. "Look, guys, maybe we should just check the rota. It's always pinned up in the foyer, right? I'll go and check." You eyed the three guitar cases and pair of drumsticks between the four of them. "Just...set up or something."

"I'll come with you." The one that spoke wore a paisley, navy blue bandanna and a black vest top with black skinny jeans. His tousled hairstyle suited him down to a point and he had an amazing smile with little dimples each side. Although he wore all black he didn't look at all gothic. The band - for that's what you assumed they were - looked quite punk, overall.

"Um...ok." You put down your basic, acoustic guitar and walked out of the door to the foyer, feeling slightly overwhelmed; these guys were so tall!

After just a few steps, you guys started talking.

"I'm Ash, by the way."

"Cool name. Suits ya. I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." You both went as though to shake hands but decided that that was too formal and stopped halfway. "So, Y/N, what kind of music do you like?"

"Well, I like punk rock sort of stuff but nothing too heavy, you know? Some heavy metal sounds basically like they are shredding guitars and splitting drum skins." You shrugged your shoulders. "My favourite band is probably Mediocre. What about you?"

"Hey, I like them too! Although I probably prefer Day and Night. (A/N: another made-up band.)"

"Ugh, no way! Seriously, their lyrics are so cheap, have you heard them! And the bass player is such a creep."

"Seriously? I like them. I guess sometimes the lyrics are weird and they do make fun of people I suppose, but-"

"But what? Come on, Ashton, I'm not perfect but I know when someone does something seriously wrong. You do as well, right? Seriously, put on some glasses and you could look super smart.

"What, with that slicked back hair and the best uniform in the whole school?" You laugh as you imagine this Ashton instead of the one that stands in front of you, the one who you think looks perfect anyway.

"Something like that. Anyway, what sort of music do you guys make? Presuming you're a band." You decide to stop walking and lean against the wall instead.

"Well, we all like punk rock stuff so we decided to do a pop punk kind of thing. Ya know the sort of thing...Nirvana, Green Day, Blink 182, all sorts of stuff. They're the things we like. What about you, Y/N?" You are both just standing around now, hands in pockets. You can't help but feel like you like this guy, this Ashton. You try not to get your hopes up though, because any guy you've ever liked has fallen for someone else. It sucks when you feel rejected.

"Yeah, similar sort of stuff I guess. I used to like more...'poppy' stuff, if you like, but then I discovered all these new rock, punk bands and singers, and I knew that this was what I liked, maybe what I wanted to do. I got guitar lessons and developed my voice more through YouTube and my best friend, who sings too, and started to write some songs. Well, it started with poems and then I sort of...put some music to it, I guess. I posted things on YouTube, covers and originals, and I was SERIOUSLY surprised by the amount of views, I was thinking more like...well, not many. But, for some reason, people liked it. The views went up and...here I am, recording my second EP!"

"Woah, well done! I heard you playing when we came in and I..." You blush and scratch the back of your neck. "I think you were really good."

"Th-thanks. S-so, you um...you play guitar?" You fill with happiness. You know it was only a compliment, and anyone can compliment anyone but he said it like he was sort of...like he maybe, just maybe, liked you.

"I do play guitar but in the band I play drums. We do a similar sort of thing to you; pop punk but we like to listen to punk rock. It's crazy; one day, YouTube videos; next, we are planning a tour! And we travel so much, we rarely stay in one place for more than a week. So life's good, but crazy." He looks at you and you can't quite work out his expression, what his eyes say. You slide down the floor and sit with your hands on your knees. He sits next to you and you feel a shiver of exhilaration and excitement go through your spine.

"So, I'm guessing your home country is Australia, right? Because of your accents and...um...yeah." You giggle but after you realise how weird it sounded.

"Yeah, we all used to live in Sydney. It's a beautiful place full of beautiful people. You ever lived in Sydney?"

"Never even been but why?"

"Because you're beautiful." You can't quite believe what he said. You just share at him for a while.

"I think you're amazing. I love your bandanna, and your hair. We seem to share an interest in so many things and...I like that." You shift forward and move your lips so that they meet his. It is amazing, and you never want this moment to end.

"Oi! You two! It's great that you've hit it off but we have things to do here! Who is in the studio until two?" You look up and see blue hair guy shouting at you from the doorway of the studio.

"All of us." You smile at Ashton and you both walk back to the room where the other are.

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