(Skephalo)
Darryl Noveschosch, in his early twenties', is known as one of the most famous singers in New York City, staring in a band called 'Heartbeating Drums' in which was named by himself.
Despite being the leader of the band, he is joined t...
"And what's your name, muffin?" A tall, pale-skinned, brown-haired, guy asked, his bright green eyes staring into my brown, dull ones.
I stood there, frozen down to my core.
I was sweating as if I was ice cream melting in the summer, my knuckles turning white from shutting my hands closed tight, and my legs were trembling from imense excitement. My hair was a literal rat nest as of now, my palms were as sweaty as a marathon runners palms, and my pupils grew big at the sight of the taller guy.
'Who was standing there, exactly?'
'Darryl Noveschosch.'
'The most handsome, sweet, singer alive to be exact!'
'And how was I meeting this famous guy?' 'Well, it was the most unexpected way, of course.' 'I ran into him at a café. A literal café. A fancy, NYC, classy café.'
'Who has the chances of that happening?! I literally live an couple hours from where he tours, airs his concerts, ahem, sings! What would a guy like him be doing all the way over on this side of the city, let aside, a café?!'
'Okay, enough of saying café, why am I so surprised? He's literally rich, wealthy, way above average in money, why WOULDN'T he be here in this side of town? He travels everywhere. Everywhere, I say, EVERYWHERE!'
I cleared my throat, deciding It'd be best to answer his question now. I gulped quietly, rubbing the palms of my hands with my thumbs. "Zak. Zak Nazir Ahmed." I answered, adding in my last name before he could respond.
"Well, Zak.."
(A/N)
Be left off at a teaser! >:3 Did you like it?
I'm not the best writer in the entire world, but I think it's better than nothing!
edit: heres a little drawing i did lmao im dying inside O.o
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