Meetings

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"Thanks for the ride!" You waved goodbye at your chauffeur as he drove the limo away from the studio parking lot. You, of course, had saw no point in driving yourself today since Aron would be picking you up right after work anyway, so you just got a ride. You walked through the studio doors and walked through the first door on your left, which is the set you would be on today.

"Y/n!" Jessie bounced over to you.

"Morning, Jess." You smiled, raising an eyebrow at her perkiness. After knowing the actress for quite some time now, you knew she hated the mornings and never was this perky before eight a.m. "What's up?"

"So, that band doing the soundtrack are really cool!"

"What? They're here? Already?" You asked, very surprised that they had shown up before you had.

"Yup! They're in sound booth B with Terry."

"Wait, this building has a sound booth? That's lettered? Meaning we have multiple sound booths?" You questioned. She just looked at you and nodded. "How did I not...alright. Thanks, Jessie." You walked out of the room and looked around until you had finally found the door labeled with a giant purple B. You opened it and peeked inside to see six men standing with Terry. The guys instantly turned to you when you interrupted, causing you to press your lips together and awkwardly wave. "Hey..."

"Oh! Y/n, come on in." Terry walking over to the door.

"I was just stopping by to say h-" Before you could continue, Terry took your wrist and forced you into the room. "Terry!"

"Y/n, this is Hollywood Undead." He let go of your wrist and you offered a smile while attempting to preform a less awkward wave. "This is y/n l/n. She plays (character name)." Terry had yet to tell you their names but the one wearing the Lakers hat and had bright blue eyes seemed a little impressed at your role.

"I'm guessing we're introducing ourselves then. Thanks Terry, you're a big help." The one with the three tattooed on his neck sighed.

"I was actually going to let you guys do that while I go get coffee."

"Don't you have people for that?" The curly haired one asked.

"Yeah, I do but they don't know how to make coffee so...I'll be back." Terry quickly exited the room, leaving you to just bit your lip and avoid eye contact.

"Alright then," the one with the gauges shrugged. "Well, we all have real names then stage names so..."

"You can say both or just one, I guess. Probably going to have to know the stage names for interviews and stuff." You nodded, understanding how this went since you knew quiet a few actors who also used a pseudonym. They seemed a little off put on how you were so unphased by the subject but continued.

"Well, I'm Johnny Three Tears or George." You nodded, drilling the thought that three-neck-tattoo was George.

"Da Kurlzz or Matt." Of course that would be curly's pseudonym.

"Danny. Just call me Danny." The one with the brown eyes and almond colored hair, who was standing closer to the corner of the room announced. Easy enough, you thought to yourself.

"Jordon, otherwise known as the great Charlie Scene." Lakers hat smirked.

"Shut up, fool." The guy with a thin mustache laughed. "Yo, I'm Funny Man or Dylan."

"Jorel." Gauges nodded. "And the stage name is J-Dog." Well, that was all of them.

"That...is a lot to remember." You sighed, but smiled lightly. "Nice to meet you guys. I, uh, sadly can't say I've heard your music because I really just found out about this collaboration yesterday."

"Really?" George asked.

"Well, we've watched your show," Jordon started. "your character is pretty badass."

"Thank you!" You beamed, happy to hear that Jordon seemingly enjoyed your character. "They've written her perfectly, I just attempt to put a spin on it once in awhile." Well, that was the case up to season three. After that, the writers got inspiration by your personality and began to mold (character name) after you, but you had no idea about that. Silence seemed to wash throughout the room for a little bit, you weren't sure why you felt this awkward around them. But, just as Danny's mouth opened to say something, the door opened to show Jax.

"There you are, y/n! Come on, we're filming the classroom scene." He stopped when he noticed the band. "Oh, hey, I'm not interrupting or anything, right?"

"No, no. It's fine Jax." You smiled, watching him nod then walk away towards the set. "Do you guys want to come watch?"

"Yeah, sure." The six followed you out of the sound room and you brought them to the set and looked over your lines a couple times before joining Jax and Eric.

xXx

By the end of the working day, which happened to be around two, you had warmed up to the guys quite a bit. You stood in the break room, watching as they all tried to fit into one couch.

"Guys, I don't think that was made for six people." You held in a laugh.

"Nah, we can fit." Jordon swatted your denial away.

"Fuck this," Dylan sighed and sat down on the floor. "I'm not going to end up having one of your fat asses on me."

"No, come back, we can make it work." Matt, who you received permission to call him Matty, whined.

"George, your knee is, like, one inch from hitting my dick." Danny complained.

"Oh, it would be a shame if-" George started, but Danny quickly fumbled off of the couch and landed next to Dylan. You couldn't help but let a giggle escape your lips. Now, Jorel and Jordon were both sitting on an arm of the couch while Matty and George were sitting on the couch, George stretched out and almost crushing his curly haired friend. But, Matty seemed perfectly fine with this. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out where to sit yourself since it looked like you were going to be hanging out in there with them for awhile.

You had finally decided to sit on the floor with Dylan and Danny, but your phone buzzed in your back pocket when you began to walk over. You checked your phone and mentally faceplamed at the text you had just gotten.

From: Aron

Hey, I'm out in the parking lot.

You could not believe you had forgotten about hanging out with Aron while you were with the guys. A moment later, Aron messaged you again saying what car you should find him in and where in the parking lot.

"Hey guys, I gotta go. My ride is here." The boys looked looked up to you since most of them were bickering and talking to each other and you noticed the looked a little upset at your departure. "Will you guys be here tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we start the writing process tomorrow." Jorel answered you.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." You walked to the door and had just grabbed hold of the door knob when you were stopped.

"Hey, wait! Let me walk you over to the exit." Jordon called out, quickly getting up from his seat and walking over to you. The other guys exchanged a few looks that you didn't see but Jordon already knew what was happening behind him.

"Uh, sure." You smiled and walked out into the hallway with him. You two walked in silence for a little bit before he spoke up.

"So, this person picking you up, is it a boyfriend or husband of some sort?" He asked kind of bluntly. Your eyes widened a little bit.

"Oh, no! He's just a friend of mine." Jordon was happy to hear there wasn't a significant other in the picture but was kind of disappointed this friend was guy. "He's in the music business just like you guys and is pretty cool. I think you guys would get along, actually."

"Cool, cool." It wasn't long before you came to the exit of the studio. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, y/n."

"Well, thanks for walking me, Jordon. Bye!" He watched as you exited the building and waited to turn around until after you had safely rounded the corner and out of his sight.

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