Come As You Aren't

Chapter One

"Isabelle, do you want to hurry in there? I have to pee!" I screamed as I knocked on the door of the portable toilet. Luckily there was not much of a queue, as it was now half past four in the morning, there was a calm happiness from the madness of the day before. Isabelle had fallen into some mud and tried her best to clean up the small festival toilets. I wanted a cigarette, so I looked around everyone around me to see if I could get one smoke from one of them. Eventually my eyes stopped at a tall, skinny guy looking around my age. He was standing alone, resting against a fence, with a cigarette resting between his lips. He looked friendly, I thought, I saw went over to try his luck. "Hi, sorry," I said, noticing that we were now close that he was very handsome, with long fingers and a chiseled face. He looked up at me to reveal dark brown eyes under long eyelashes. I swallowed, "can I have a cigarette?"

"Sure," he smiled kindly, reached into his pocket and handed me the package of Marlboros. "One more time," he smiled, "do you like the festival?" I put the cigarette in my mouth, and he reached over to light it. 

"Thank you. Yes it is me. I've been in the techno tent all day. What about you?" I blew out some smoke. 

"Oh, cool. I've mostly been on grunge stuff, "he laughed. Just as he was saying this, another guy approached us. This guy was dressed in the same way, also handsome, but shorter. He looked at me, saw the other guy. 

"Oh yeah, we love grunge, right?" He laughed and turned to me: "My name is Adam, this is Kurt. Kurt Cobain. "He gestured to the guy I had talked to before. "Hey," I replied, "I'm Angel."

"Angel!" in Kurt. "For an appropriate name." 

I blushed: "Wait a minute ... Kurt Cobain? Are you not in a band? " 

Adam laughed, "Yes, he's the lead singer of Nirvana." 

"Oh wow. I listened to your album Nevermind so many times. It saved me from some of the darkest times of my life. I did not know you performed, I wanted to see you. I have never seen you before at all, I heard you were small and blond. " Kurt shifted awkwardly and opened his mouth to say something, but Adam interrupted 

Nah, you're thinking of another band. Yes, I mean, Kurt, is not like what people think. " 

"Oh?" I smirked. 

"Angel!" I turned around, it was Isabelle. She was stuck on the toilet. 

"Coming!" I shouted, "Look guys, I have to help my friend. It was nice to meet you both." 

"Yes, you too," Kurt said, smiling. "Here..." he put the cigarette in his mouth and got a piece of card and a pen from his pocket to write something down. "Here's my number. Call me." Adam blinked a mischievous grin and winked at me. I took the number and smiled, nodded goodbye and turned to go back to Isabelle. I felt so warm and happy.

"Where were you?" Isabelle asked after I opened the door.

"You will not believe it ... I talked to Kurt Cobain."

"WHAT?!" Isabelle shouted, "I do not believe in you."

"Yep, he even gave me my number." I showed her the card. I told her the whole story, and we became like hyper, giggling schoolgirls.

"You have to introduce me to Adam," she joked.

YAUCHS POV.

"It was not funny man, I mean it was a little funny ... but did you see her ?!" I told Adam once we were in the tour bus.

"Yes man. I did you a favor." Adam answered. Suddenly a head popped out of one of the bedrooms.

"What happened?" said the head.

"We saw this girl, Mike. She was beautiful. I started talking to her, then Adam comes and tells her I'm Kurt fuckin Cobain." Mike laughed, and Adam joined.

"I did a favor, bro. She likes you because she thinks you're Kurt Cobain."

We talked a little more, and finally I lay down. I lay awake for a while thinking about Angel and how I wished she knew who I really was. But the words of Adam and Mike stuck with me. They had told me that a girl like her would never like a Beastie Boy. I knew they were right.