Fanboy

0.6

People are bustling in the lobby as I enter, I look out the window and the Uber has driven off. I get this feeling of officiality. I am officially a grown up. I am officially in a brand new country, without any friends. Holy shit.

There is an office on the right of the lobby that is clearly the mail room. There are mail boxes and a counter with a bored-looking clerk behind it. Straight ahead is an elevator and two sets of stairs. To the left there is a counter with an older looking woman behind it. She is currently talking to a redhead, they are chatting and lauhging. My bet is, is that the woman behind the counter is the owner of the building. Mellisa Carns, I think.

I walk over, with my two suitcases, and stand sort of behind and to the left of the redhead. The woman behind the counter notices.

"Can I help you sir?" She smiles brightly. I step closer to the counter, still pulling my cases.

"Um, yea, I-uh-I'm Troye Mellet." I glace at the redhead who seems to be studying me curiosly.

"Oh! Troye, dear!" She adresses my like one of those aunts that you meet at the family reuion and then never see until the next one, and every time she she's you she coos your name and comments on how tall you are, how handsome you are, how she remembers when you were *insert estimated height measurement with her hand* this high, "Oh, sorry, excuse my manners. I am Mellisa Carns, I own this building, your brother and his wife talk about you when they looked at the apartment. They said you were tiny, but, wow, I didn't think you would be this small. You are just so cute. Oh, excuse me again. I just get so enthusastic when I meet new people, and I just don't know how to shut my darn mouth."

"Yea, um, do I need to sign anything? Or anything?" I sigh.

"Yes, but we can take care of that after you've settled in, you look as if you need to sleep for three weeks." She smiles. I nod.

"Um, what floor am I on?"

"You are on floor four, apartment 4c dear. Oh, and also, meet my granddaughter, Anna." She gestures to the redhead beside me.

"Anna, like Princess Anna from Frozen?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes.

"Yes, but I swear if you ever say that again, I chop of your toungue." She then smiles, "Nice meeting you." then she walks around the counter and into an open door, and it slams shut, I turn back to Mellisa.

"She's an odd one, sorry about that." She looks towards the door where her granddaughter dissapeared and shrugs.

"Okay, well before my jet lag catches up to me anymore, I am going to go to my flat now, nice meeting you." I wave and she says some sweet old lady thing that I barely register.

-

"Troye, this is Connor, he will be teaching you how to work everything." Mr. Richards, my brand new boss, says. Connor, has purple hair poking out of a beanie, piercings, and tattoos that are visible. He looks really out of place in this music store. Well, no, actually, I probably look out of place here at 'Dark Protocol'. At least he clearly has a style of music.

"Hi! I'm Connor, obviously," he says cheerily, he holds out a hand, "it's nice to meet you."

"Yea, uh, hi." I say nervously. I squeeze my eyebrows together.

"Oh, right, I probably don't seem like a bubbly person." He shrugs his shoulders.

"No, you, uh, don't."

"Oh, cool, accent. That's Australian right?" I nod my head and he smiles. "Let me show you around."

-

It's pretty quiet in the store and Connor is shelving albums. I am texting Mum, telling her how things are going. How I ate takeout my first night here, and had McDonalds when I woke up. She is not impressed. So I tell her that I haven't gotten settled in enough to get groceries.

I put my phone away when I hear the bell ding. I look up to see a blonde woman who is just punk as Connor. She is wearing shorts, a black crop top with the words 'Try it, I dare you' written across it in white, heels with spikes, and sunglasses. Two guys flank her, they are wearing sunglasses also, but I am pretty sure they are twins. She walks over to the counter.

"Hi, I need to talk to Connor Franta." She says. I nod.

"He is in the 1970's section." The 1970's section is in the back of the store. She frowns.

"Call him up here." I nod again, I go to the phone thing that Connor said was the P.A. system. I press the one button, that's what I'm supposed to do right?

"Connor, come to the front counter please. Thank you." I put the phone thing back into it's holder and it clatters noisily. After a few minutes she sighs, and starts tapping her nails. What is taking him so long?

"Grace? Grace is that you?" Connor says as he approaches.

"Con-Con!" She coos, "I haven't seen you in forever, babe!" They do that weird air kiss thing. I shuffle my feet awkwardly, watching the interaction.

"Finn? Jack?" Connor pokes the suited twins.

"Yup, they have been upgraded to PBG." Grace laughs, "They are the only personal body guards that go everywhere."

"How are you, Connor?" One of them asks. They both take off their sunglasses, and I am stunned by their shocking beauty, oh, and he's British. Well, they are.

"I'm, uh," Connor glances at me, "better."

"Better?" Grace scoffs, "I was going to make you the biggest artist ever and I just get 'better'?" Artist? Wait, Connor? Artist? No, hold on! I know her! I know her!

"Oh my God, your Grace Helbieg!" I shout. Then cover my mouth. She chuckles.

"Yes, I am, not many people recognize me, just the brains behind all of the music on the radio." She rolls her eyes.

"You are like, amazing! I could barely recognize you without a fancy dress and your latest artist by your side." I shrug, smiling a little.

"Yea, that's how it is."

"Oh, right!" Connor says, "Grace this is Troye Mellet, he just moved here from Australia."

"Nice meeting you Troye!" She reaches out a hand. I shake it, smiling.

"Wow, um, you too. Why didn't you tell me you had such cool friends?" I smile at Connor. He looks at the three black clad people, then at the floor.

"Connor, well, he ended our contract because of health issues, and we stayed friends." Grace puts a hand on Connor's shoulder, "It's a little personal. I mean, I'm sure you are a great guy, but you know, personal." She smiles warmly at me, and I nod, understanding.

"I just needed to be 110% before becoming a public figure, ya' know?" He lifts a corner of his mouth, "But I promise I will be the next David Guetta."

"Not much of a singing type are you?" I ask and Connor smiles for real.

"Nah, but I can mix some sick beats, man." He looks so proud of himself, it makes me smile.

"He does make an amazing track, Connor, you should let him listen sometime." Grace says. Connor blushes and shrugs.

"Hey, if you guys want to visit more, you can go sit back in the break room. I can finish organizing the seventies." Grace looks at Connor for approval of my suggestion, and he shrugs.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod.

"Go ahead, it seems like you have a lot of catching up to do."