Drugs&Money

1-chase what?

Isabelle's POV

The only time I ever felt alive was when I stepped into work. work full of music, passion and creativity.

And a couple fine ass motherfuckers every now and again but that's besides the point.

I worked backstage with a company who were known for setting up performances and tours.

Our company was small to start off with but over time it grew and now people from all across the world were touring with them.

we were called PTFC which stands for performance, touring, festivals and concerts.

And in luck, I got to work with every single artist who walked through our entry doors. Lucky me, right?

right.

"Chase what?" I questioned Nora, my colleague. She had just explained our current situation and who was on the stage at this moment in time.

If I'm being completely honest, Nora was known to speak nonsense most of the time so I just assumed that she was continuing that reputation right now.

"Chase atlantic! How many times?" She replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

"One more?" I pleaded. "I mean, chase Atlantic? I've never heard of them in my life." And with that, the sound of my voice was completely drained out and in came the sounds of a few guitars, drums, and a...sax?

I turned back to Nora and she shrugged, pulling me through the side doors and towards the edge of the stage.

When we were settled beside the photographer, I looked up to see five guys who stood on the stage with a huge crowd of bodies placed out in front of them.

However, my eyes stuck on one person. One blonde person. One very fine blonde person.

I tapped Nora's shoulder to get her attention before she looked over at me. "Do you have names for me?" I asked, attempting to yell over the band.

She smirked at me and proceeded to give me her clipboard for me to write down some notes for future reference.

Her arm pointed to the guy closest to us. He had his hair tied up and some messy parts hanging out at the front but those made the hairstyle look much better. he had a pretty face and the facial hair made him even prettier.

"That's Clinton cave." She explained, raising her voice just like i had. He was currently handling a saxophone which looked to be just as tall as me. no surprises there i guess.

"Pat Wilde." She said as she pointed to the guy next to Clinton. Needless to say, he looked like the kindest person on earth. he noticed us at the side and greeted me with a huge smile. adorable.

"Mitchel cave. Clinton's younger brother." she continued. He was the guy in the middle of the stage with braids which flew all around the place. I found it amusing. In fact, i found him amusing. Something about him made him look unique to the others. As if he differed from them much more you would expect.

"Jesse boyle. The drummer." Nora continued. He had long black hair and looked sweaty as fuck. Can't really blame him to be honest. drums didn't look like the easiest job in the world but he did a great job on acting as though they were a piece of cake.