Dream of Nightmare

Chapter 1. To The Rescue

Note: I can't write music. To make up for that I chose groups to represent my characters. My characters are NOT based on the real people, not completely and are created by me I just needed to borrow some songs. So, in this story, Big Bang does not exist. Nor does 4minute, Brown Eyed GIrls or any solos of those in the groups. 

I reach for the handle to open the door only to be assaulted by the high-pitched squeals of a crowd of girls. Maybe I don't really need that tea...

I release the door handle, abandoning my mission, as a bulky figure stumbles out from the mass of girls. He nearly faceplants, barely managing to catch himself before heading straight for me.

I lock eyes with the guy, well, I think I do. He's wearing sunglasses. He also has a face mask on as well as a baseball cap pulled low over his face. I grab the door handle again and pull it open, stepping to the side to let him through. He was in the process of reaching for the handle and stumbles when it moves. I quickly steady him with a hand to his elbow. He nods at me, thanking me, then takes off.

"He went that way!" a female shouts. The crowd of girls start towards the door. Impulsively, I quickly push it shut and hold it. I won't last long but at least it'll give him some time to put some distance between him and the shop.

Once the girls get the door open and take off down the street after the guy, I decide to get my tea anyway. It's a whole lot quieter, thank goodness. The poor barista seems frazzled, so I do my best to be as friendly seeming as possible.

"What was that?" I ask. The lady shakes her head, as if clearing it.

"That was Dae, from Dream. He comes here when in town. I guess someone found out. Those girls were waiting for him. Anyway, what can I get you, dear?"

Happy to have my chai latte, I stroll into Ma's Diner. My shift starts in fifteen, giving me just enough time to change into my uniform and drink my latte. Ma's is a 50's style diner complete with 50's music and waitresses in poodle skirts. We even wear roller-skates. I usually wear my hair in a high ponytail and have simple makeup on. The ponytail puts emphasis on the sides of my head that is shaved, but still keeps me in uniform. There's not much I can do to hide my tattoos though I don't think they're minded too much. I have several neck tattoos as well as a full sleeve on my right arm.

There's thirty minutes left of my shift and it's actually gone well. I had very few grumpy customers and a kid only got me with ketchup once. Overall, it's a good night. I'm bussing tables, trying to seem busy, when a group of guys walk in. They seat themselves in Candy's section, so I intend to not pay them much mind. Unfortunately, Candy doesn't agree. She calls me over to her behind the counter.

"You should do me a solid and take that table for me," she pleads, motioning to the guys and attempting to puppy dog eye me.

"Why? My shift is over in like 30." I examine the table. There's five of them and though they all came in wearing facemasks and ball caps, three of them have taken them off. The shortest has neon green hair that reaches just past his ears. He's seated between two others, one with hair past his shoulders in a deep purple color. From what I can see the purple haired one even has his lip pierced. The other hatless one has a black fauxhawk. How did that hat not squish it? Candy doesn't give up tables, so she must have a valid reason.

"That's Dream. I love them, but I'd mess up being their server. Please take them?" I sigh. I'm seeing Dream everywhere today. They must have a show in town or something.