You Don't Care About Us.

Dark Globe.

"I can't believe I'm about to see Bowie. Do you know how long I have waited for this!?"

Brian laughed at Emilia as she held on to his jacket and pushed her way through the drunken crowd. "I wouldn't know, but my wild guess is that it's been long enough!" He loudly said next to her ear to hear.

She smiled and laughed, stopping near the stage. "You're right, it has been long enough."

Brian opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by screaming fans as the lights dimmed to blue. Glitter fell on stage and out came Mr. Bowie in a blue and white jumper.

Emilia cheered and turned to look at Brian, who cheered along. They sang along to Space Odessey and danced to Under Pressure. The night was over and so was the unforgettable concert that Emilia replayed in her mind.

"It feels like a dream," Emilia said, "pinch me in case this was a dream, Brian." She held her arm out towards him as they walked along the sidewalk.

He smiled and grabbed her arm tugging her towards his side, "Believe me it wasn't a dream. I was there."

She laughed and playfully pushed him, "What if you are just part of the dream? Maybe I hit my head on my way to the plane and passed out."

"Nonsense," he responded. He pinched her arm making her yelp, "see, everything is real."

"Ow Brian that hurts!" She said rubbing the sensitive area on her arm.

"Hey, you told me to. don't get angry at me for following your order." He laughed.

"Since you're following orders, be a sport and-"

"Nuhh-uhh-uhh, too late for orders now, Milly. You lost your chance."

She stopped walking and softly smiled as she looked at the back of his head. He noticed her disappearance and turned to see her stare at him.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, noticing his breath in front of him as the night turned cold.

She nodded, tilting her head slightly to the side, "Milly? You made a nickname for me?"

He turned crimson and looked at his feet for a second. "Y-yeah, I guess so, problem?"

She giggled and walked next to him. She hooked their arms and turned them to starting walking to the nearest train station. "Nahh, no problem at all. Let's head home."

Home. He thought smiling at her words.

He looked at the side of her face, making her turn towards him. She smiled back at him and pointed to the train sign. "We're here. Let's get this hour ride over with."

Brian nodded and led the way to the train, which was surprisingly empty. They sat near the door and closed their eyes.

The first stop came and they saw two teens walk in and sit across from them. One wore The Cure shirt while the other wore a Placebo shirt. Brian became aware that a fan sat across them and turned on his seat, crossing his skinny legs, to face Emilia. She had her eyes half closed, but fully opened them to see the new portion Brian was in.

"Do you have a cigarette, Brian? I'm craving one." Emilia said, having the teens attention.

"Y-yeah, I do," The familiar voice rung in the teens ears as they watched their favorite band member search his pockets for a requested cigarette. "here you go." He said not mentioning her name.

"Thanks. I hope this gets me through the hour," She placed it between her lips and lit it up. She looked outside the window then back to him, "aren't you going to smoke one? You usually do around this time at home."

She heard a click, then another. Looking at her side view, she saw the teens trying to take secret pictures of them. She scrunched her nose and looked at Brian. He started at her intensely, trying to ignore the noise of the portable camera the teens had.

"Brian, are they taking pictures of us?" She quietly asked enough for only Brian to hear.

Brian only stared at her, not wanting to give an answer. She didn't know who he was. To her he was normal. Someone she met on a plane, not someone off a magazine or a disc. He was normal to her and he liked that.

She patiently waited for him to answer. By now they had made three stops and needed five more to go. Growing impatient, she nudged his knee with her gentle hand, making him respond with a twitch of his mouth. "Yeah, maybe for a project."

She looked at him plainly, trying to read him, but found nothing. She sighed, tired, and closed her eyes. Brian watched as she rested the side of her head on the top on the chair. He loosely held her index and middle finger with the hand that was hidden in the gap between them.

Emilia smiled at the nice gesture. She felt safe with him around her all the time. She never really had friends since they all would gradually leave her or just use her for their benefits.

She'd hoped that it was different with Brian, who had now taken away the cigarette from her fingers and finished it off. As the train ride came to an end for them, Emilia felt bothered that the teens still took pictures of them as they got off the train.

She didn't want to keep pushing the subject to Brian. She knew that even for a project you didn't need to take as many pictures the teens took.

Emilia felt weird-unsettled. The same question rang through her head as she got ready for bed when they got to get home.

"Why were they taking those pictures for?"