I NickNamed Her Red by Adrien Hywel (read this if .txt) 📕

close on my tail, I ran a towel over my face then wiped the back of my neck. Steve threw his drum-sticks across the room and they disappeared behind the couch, I shot him a look but he ignored me, I let out a heavy sigh and was greeted with a wide smile by Tig. /So...? / I asked him /you're worth a million bucks kid/ he answered smirking, I heard a knock from the door behind him. /It's open! / I shouted and the door slammed wide open, standing on the other side was a man in his late forties, he had long dark scruffy hair and not so intimidating gray eyes. He looked at me then at Steve /The band? / He asked needlessly /Yeah.../ I answered him, he pulled a card out of his leather jacket /you guys got an agent? / He asked as he twirled the card in his fingers. I looked at Tig then at Steve, they stared back at me blankly /Umm...not exactly, but/ the guy shoved his card on my hand /Not buts, come by my office tomorrow, we'll set you up with somebody/ and just like that the man walked out of the door. I turned around and looked at Steve, his jaw had dropped and his eyes were wide, I think my expression matched his /Hell no!/ he yelled smiling /Hell Yeah!/ I yelled back as I grinned widely, I ran over to him and looped my arms around his neck once again, he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and I kissed him on the cheek, he pulled back /Were going to get sighed/ he stated his eyes wide, I nodded then kissed him on the cheek again.

It was all happening so quick; Mr. Jean being hired as our agent, being signed on to Virgin Records, being given a jar full of guitar picks (they were from Mr. Jean, he told me to play until my hands bled and my wrist snapped, so I was going to break a lot of guitar picks in the process). We had to come up with a band name, which we hadn't done yet.

/We need a signature! / Mr. Jean said as he pulled his fingers through his blue Mohawk, /something that we could be identified by/ he added then looked at Steve annoyed, he was sitting at Mr. Jeans's desk and tapping a random beat with his fingers. /Anything? / Mr. Jean asked Steve and Steve shrugged, Mr. Jean sighed then looked at me, he circled around me a couple of times then grinned /AHA!/ he shouted his voice exited. /What? / I asked him and he put his hand on my shoulder /what do you think about angel wings? / I gave him a look, /Huge white angel wings, nobody had done that/ he said and I gave him another look /They have to be black/ I answered my face resembling steel, the man shrugged /Whatever you kids want, but I'm telling you are going to love the consciences/. Steve stopped tapping and looked at me; he smiled obviously agreeing with the idea. Mr. Jean looked at Steve /and you, will have wings on your drum kit/ he stated.

I looked at my aunt Gemma, she looked as if she was going to have a breakdown, her eyes were about to tear-up, I hugged her once again /I love you Darling, you remember that/ she paused then pulled away /You be a good girl now, ok?/ she said half smiling, I nodded /I will, I'll miss you though/ she pulled me in /I love you/ I said to her, she let go and I jumped into the car next to Steve. I waved goodbye to her as we pulled out of the house that had been my home for the last couple of months, /you going to be ok? / Steve asked me as he drove the Car to T-M, I shrugged /Sure, I mean we got signed right?/ he grinned /Yes we did/ he answered, then held my hand as we pulled in front of the Clubhouse. I climbed out of the passenger side and walked over to the door; I stood there for a second and took in a deep breath, like the night of my first show.

I walked in and as I did I was met with an immediate /Hey/ by Jax, I smiled at him /Hey/ I answered and looked around the room. They were all there, clever bastards knew I wanted to say goodbye, I smiled at the thought and walked over to the pool table where Tig and Chibs were playing. /Well isn't it the big rock star/ Tig said as he gave up the game to hug me, Chibs smiled at me just like everybody else in the building would in a couple of minutes.

I walked around the room saying goodbye to everybody I could see, I was always met with a hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek, I wandered aimlessly into the dorms to find anybody I might have forgot, but I knew the person I was looking for was, Juice. I found him leaning on the doorway, he straightened up once he saw me, then smiled /Your going/ he said, it was not a question /I'm going/ I repeated, he looked at the floor. /I'm sorry/ I said then paused, he looked up /for what?/ he asked /I didn't want to leave this halfway/ he smiled /I know he stated then brushed a piece of hair out of my face. He held my shin between his thumb and forefinger /this one's for the road/ he said sweetly then he kissed me, I kissed back and just like every event before this he pulled back before it went too far. He held me I his arms and I breathed in his familiar and comforting sent /Goodbye/ I said as I pulled back, /Yeah/ he answered then watched me walk-out. Now I was on my way to L.A, to start a career, to begin the rest of my life.

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Text: Pictures belong to users of DeviantArt, all I own are my original story lines and characters, the rest belong to the wonderful Kurt Stutter.
Publication Date: 03-28-2011

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Dedication:
To someone very dear to me, yes "F" that means you.