It was really hot and I was stuck inside, taking care of the merch. And because of the heat I was force to have a simple tee that showed of my cleavage. I could hear the band We Came As Romans playing right now because I recognized the song Hope. That was one of the few songs I liked with them. The merchguy for We Came As Romans, Jack, and the merchguy for Memphis May Fire, Anthony, was looking at me. Or no, they stared at my boobs. Thought I didn’t see them staring.
"You do know that I can see that you are staring?" I asked without looking up.
They both jumped a little from the sudden comment and Jack looked the other way.
"Sorry" he said and I heard him swallow. He was nervous. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes guys was a little bit predictable and it didn’t take many minutes before he was staring again. I sighed but didn’t say anything. Even if I wanted to.
"I can see why you are the merchgirl for Mice" a girl said and glared at my cleavage.
"Do you need anything?" I asked and forced on a smile.
"Which one are you sleeping with then?" she asked and got a grin on her face. I just looked at her.
"Not that it’s your concern, but I don’t have to sleep with them to be their friend" I sarcastically smiled.
"They only like you for your tits, you ugly whore" she said and tried to be mean. I just smiled and looked at her. She was flat as a plank and didn’t have any boobs at all.
"Well at least I have some" I said and smiled even more. I could hear Anthony trying not to laugh and the girl got really red in her face, then her eyes turned black and she jumped over the table and attacked me. Really shocked I felt her hand over my cheek and she didn’t just hit. Her nails scratched my face and I could feel it burn. Nah, it stung was a better way of describing it. I screamed and tried to get her off me but she just kept on hitting and scratching my face. Anthony lifted the other girl up and Jack helped me up on my feet. He looked really surprised to see my bloody face.
"You have really nice scratch marks over your cheek and a nasty cut on your lip" he said and took out some paper to dry the blood. I glared over to the girl that Anthony tried to calm down, because she was struggling and trying to get over to me. He didn’t have to do much because two security guards came over and escorted her out from the venue.
"You sure have an interesting life" Anthony said and came over. Then he saw my face and he looked really shocked.
"I look nice, don’t I?" I said and gave a fake smile. He shook his head and tried not to laugh.
"We take care of the table, you go clean up that face" Jack said and looked at the table that was lying on the floor. I looked at all the clothes lying on the floor together with all the small things. I sighed and said I could help them.
"No, go clean your face first" Anthony said and pushed me away. I sighed and I walked over to the toilets.

I was almost done packing down the merch when I heard Austin behind me.
"Some fans told us that our merchgirl got into a fight, is that true?" he asked. I didn’t turn around to face him but continued packing the merch.
"Maybe" I said and wondered if he would scold me, or ask if I was okay. Probably the first. Then I heard Alan and he asked the same thing. Austin filled him in that I had confirmed that it was true.
"What the fuck are you thinking with Chris? You can’t go around and get into fights with our fans" Alan said. I saw that Anthony and Jack looked at me. I had not done anything. That girl had attacked me. Okay… After I had commented on her being flat. But whatever.
"If you’re going to get into fights you can go home" Austin said. I sighed and packed down the last shirt, then turned towards them and they both looked a bit surprised to see my face. The cheek was swollen and red from the scratch marks and my lip was purple and had a cut in it. I glared at them and walked away. I could hear that Anthony and Jack told them what happened. A fan had called me an ugly whore, accused me of sleeping with the band and that they only did it because of my chest. And that the girl had jumped over the table and attacked me when I had commented back with "at least I have boobs".
I didn’t hear how Alan and Austin reacted to that because the door closed behind me. I was outside and I saw a few fans looking at me. They whispered and pointed towards me. I put on a smile and waved, and they looked the other way. I was tired and my face hurt, even my back hurt after getting that girl over me and falling down to the floor. I sighed and tried to stretch it but it stung when I did that. So I sighed and tried not to cry.

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I Love It Loud was playing really loud in my headphones. I was sitting in my bunker, in complete darkness and alone in the bus. This was my kind of music. 70’s and 80’s metal. The birth of real rock ‘n roll. Guitar solos, people singing about love and the musicians had big hair. Poodles. I took a deep breath and sighed. I love Gene’s voice.
”Turn it up, hungry for the medicine, two fisted to the very end. No more treated like aliens, we’re not gonna take it" I mumbled and sniffled. Usually I didn’t cry over things like this. I was used to girls mocking me for my big chest and harassing me. Because girls would always be girls, and a girl with bigger boobs was a threat. Like boys and their penises. The bigger penis, the bigger threat. But today I cried. Maybe it was because I wasn’t back in California but in Washington State and the not so exiting city of Seattle. I dried my tears and looked into the darkness. The familiar tones to Wanted Dead or Alive started and I smiled.
”It’s all the same, only the names will change. Everyday it seems we’re wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold. I’d drive all night just to get back home" I sang together with Jon. I really loved this song. It was not the best one with Bon Jovi but it was one of my favorites. I was just about to close my eyes again when I saw that both Austin and Phil had their heads inside my bunker looking at me. I screamed and they both looked really surprised. I threw out my headphones.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I shouted and tried to hit them.
"We heard you sing and wanted to ask if you’re okay" Phil said. I glared at them and Austin smiled a little.
"Jack and Anthony told us what happened, sorry for scolding you" he said.
"I’m sorry for yelling at you" Alan shouted from the lounge.
"It’s okay, I’m used to people assuming things about me" I said and picked up my phone. I turned off the music and looked at them.
"But try not to get into fights" Austin said and nodded.
"That’s some pretty nasty marks" Phil said and looked at me cheek.
"I see them as war wounds" I said and faked a smile. Phil laughed but asked if I was okay. I nodded and touched the marks. It stung a little and Phil saw me frown. He sighed and went to the lounge and got some ice and came back and gave it to me.
"Girl’s can be scary sometimes" Austin said as I laid the icepack on my cheek.
"Welcome to my world" I said and smiled a little.