Morning dawned and everyone was starting to feel the consequence of obsessively drinking the night before. Especially Jack and Alex. I, however, decided to spend the night gazing at the stars, trying to clear my head of any blossoming problems.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite, lil’ Barakitty,” I grinned, ruffling his skunk hair, “How’s the hangover?”

“Fuck off.” He chuckled, rubbing his temples again. In one way, I envied Jack. From what I saw, he was always happy and enthusiastic. I, on the other hand, was moody, damn right bitchy and sarcastic. Carefully stepping over the motionless bodies, a blonde bunny approached the front lounge. Alan following her with fucked up hair.

“Call me,” She winked at Alan and left. My eyes flicked from the door to the ginger.

“Morning, Nel. Looking fine as always,”

“Don’t talk to me.” And with that, I left them, nibbling on my breakfast biscuit as I did. God, sometimes I hated men. Not that it’s any of my business what Alan and that bimbo did; it still disgusts me that someone can just fuck another person and leave.

As I climbed up the stairs, Levi, of course, was pinning up new schedules everywhere. They were all the same, but I guess he felt the need to give us different wallpaper. Upstairs, there were less passed out people, which allowed me turn on the TV. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers was already in the DVD player so I decided to watch one of the best movies ever.

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“Hi, guys, I’m Kent, and I’m here with Price Of Treason. Okay if you guys want to introduce yourself and what you do in the band?” The interviewer asked, biting on his lip ring slightly.

“Hey, I’m Chase and I scream.” Shouting the last word in an uncomfortable high pitched voice, Chase began.

“Sup, I’m Ned and I sing and play guitar.”

“I’m Denny and I play bass.”

“Hey, I’m Nel and I drum.” Kent smiled warmly at us and then looked me dead in the eye with a
smirk on his face. Creep.

“Okay, well, if you guys don’t mind, we’d like to start off today with some fan questions,” All of us nodded in agreement as he was passes a sheet of paper, “POTloverz, asked: Why did you want to start a band?”

“Well, I think we were all in love with music and the effect it has on people, but it was hard to find others who felt the same way. So when we did find each other, it was just… Great. Plus, I wanted to share this love for music with other people so, yeah.” Ned politely explained.

“You guys do realise that ‘POTloverz’ kind of sounds like they love pot.” A giggling Denny explained as we all rolled our eyes.

“Uhm, okay, next question. Dennyisbae, asked: Are any of you guys single?”

“Okay, lemme’ answer this one. Ned, taken. Me, taken. Denny, single. Nel, single.” Chase implied with a smug-ass face. Kent moved his eyes towards me again with the same look, fucking hell.

“This one is a personal favourite. Lesbian4nel, asked: Nel, will you marry me?” He laughed along with everyone else.

“Well, Lesbian4nel, I will marry you.” Winking at the camera, I answered. The talk was basically normal stuff about the band and before we knew it, the interview was over.

“Thank you, guys. It was great fun interviewing you today.”

“No problemo, now we have a photoshoot so we gotta’ run.”

“Damn right, you gotta’ run!” Levi shouted in the distance. Grinning, I took a step forward to the door when Kent took my arm in his grip.

“Uh, I was wondering if I could possibly get your number. Ya’know, encase you wanted to get a coffee or something?” I shrugged but smiled anyway. He handed me his phone, which I typed my number in, and left. I fucking knew the dude was up to something! Douche canoe.

It was a photoshoot we had to do for with Kerrang! and you could say I was less than excited. Getting dolled up wasn’t exactly my favourite thing ever. However, Kerrang! decided they didn’t want us to be covered in make up and were different clothes. Oh no, instead they wanted us to pose in the clothes we were already wearing and add only a smitten of make up. I was merely dressed in a Big Bang Theory shirt, combat boots, a red and blue plaid shirt, and black, skinny jeans. The first pose was where I had to be carried in the guys’ arms. Denny nearly dropped me, the asshole. The second was one where I was standing on a sand bag, to match the guys’ height, and we were eating ice cream. Well, I dumped mine in Ned’s hair while Denny smudged his all over Chase’s chest. Oh God, here comes the manly chest. I laughed to myself as Chase took his tank off and flexed his muscle. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

By the time we were done, it was about an hour until we performed. I was getting more and more pumped by the second as I watched PTV perform from backstage.

Notes

Okay, well I hope you guys like the second chapter. It's also kind of short but eh. I don't know what your views are on Nelly, but I like her character quite a bit. Comment random shit if you want I don't mind. :)
Here is Nelly's outfit for the chapter: Kerrang! Photoshoot
- Hen.