I set my bag down in the bright room. I was alone today, the studio had a band downstairs, but I played my music and danced to it, letting the words carry me. I let my feet feel the rhythm, and my body take over. I twirled and felt the music move me. My playlist ended and I could hear the band recording downstairs. It was slower, but still the style I normally heard. I decided to dance to it, letting my movements match the beat.
The song ended as so did I and I felt amazing. I needed to know who they were. Surprisingly enough, they've been here for over a year and I've never seen them in my life. I packed up and headed to the exit, taking the long way past their studio. Inside were five men, a singer, a bassist , two guitarists and a drummer. I recognized one of them immediately, they were none other than my sisters favorite band. I sat across the hall and watched them.
One of them made eye contact with me and then winked and kept playing. Of course his band members asked him what happened and he nodded towards me. All the others looked at me but the drummer he shrugged and pulled out his phone, leaning back.
   They all were walking out...crap crap crap shit. I started to walk towards the door. "Hey!" I stopped. Shit. "Where ya going? We wanna talk! We're not gonna bite!"
  "I will." I heard the smirk in that last ones voice. I turned around to be met with four familiar faces. I looked each one in the face. Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray. Mikey was making eye contact the entire time. He was the one that made them come out here.
  "What's your name." Frank walked up.
  "Y/N." he licked his lips and then nodded. It was weird.
   "I'm-"
   "I know who you guys are. Gerard. Mikey. Frank and Ray." I pointed to each one. They looked shocked. "My sister loves you guys. I'm more of a modern." Mikey looked disappointed.
   "So you know who we are. Are you the one upstairs playing that Mozart stuff?" Gerard tried to start conversation.
   "Yeah. It's ballet music. I heard your guys' music over mine so." I flashed a smug smile. Mikey seemed to like it.
   "Ah. Sorry about that." Gerard looked at his feet. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair.
   He kept trying to make me talk to him and then Mikey spoke up for awhile. "Let's all decide to meet at a restaurant tomorrow. I want to get to know you better. Agreed guys?"
   They all kind of acted 'meh'. I didn't mind, I didn't really feel up to all of them. I just waved and left.
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   "What the hell are you doing? You don't need his influence on you! Do you know what kind of prodigy you are? You could ruin your career! Leave him" my roommate has lectured me after catching me with Mikey for the first time. She said that he was the epitome of what I didn't need in my life. A punk rocker who had an emo personality. She said that he my opposite and she didn't want him rubbing off on me, literally and metaphorically.
   I didn't really care. He was too great of a person for me to just ignore. I'd only known him for 4 days though. Every time I had to leave him a block early so she wouldn't notice.
   I'd walk in. "Good thing you ditched that bastard. He was bad news." One day though, I really got it.
    I walked in and my roommate held up her phone with an article about a rumor of Mikey and I. It had been 3 weeks. She yelled and screamed at me for not listening. I know we were opposites but come on. It's not that bad. After that I started to feel bad about what I had done. I felt terrible. I felt bad about myself and got depressed, which my roommate blamed Mikey for. She told me 'I told you so'.
   After awhile Mikey took notice to my insomnia and depression. He told me to stop hurting myself like this and to just think about how happy I've made him. Then I told him why and he said that his bandmates have been saying the same to him about me.
    He'd stay after so he wouldn't get caught and then we'd walk down the street to the coffee shop and grab some then he'd walk me to my apartment then go to his house. They were leaving to go on tour soon and I kinda started to mind more and more the longer Mikey and I hung out.
   This one day I can't forget. We had been hanging out for about 2 months. It was the day before they had to leave. I had developed feelings for Mikey. I even was starting to become a fan of their music. 
   By now we were completely open with how good of friends we were and didn't care about what everyone said.
   We had gotten to the stage in our friendship where the paparazzi had noticed me and started rumors. Is Mikey dating a stranger? Has Mikey found himself a girl?
  They even took this picture of us and I looked pregnant apparently because according to them I was. Mikey and I laughed at that one the hardest. Then we got serious and then started to actually talk about what it would be like if I was. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was just weird.
   I had gone home and my roomate had been beating me for about 2 weeks since she found about about me and Mikey being open. She had been framing my sanity and I was planning to move in with Mikey behind her back, which she also found out about.
   The next day, Mikey saw that I was bruised and cut. He took me places like my favorite stores and restaurants. Then we went back to his place to watch Disney movies. My friends and my roommate see him as such a bad guy but he's really a giant teddy bear that likes unicorns and kids movies.
   The movie had ended and he started to readjust so he was sitting up against the couch ledge. I did the same on the other side of the couch.
  "Can we talk?"
   "Sure, what's up Mikey?" My voice was strained, hoarse.
   "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that you are beaten and sad. I remember that sassy girl the first day we met who didn't care about me and my band." He held my face in his large hands. "I love you so much" his lips connected with mine and we moved in sync. Then he moved back from me and looked me in the eye. "Stay here. You're safe from everyone here. I'll have Frank get your stuff from your apartment. Please. I'll help you. You can be happy again." I was crying because never has anyone in my life cared as much as him.
   "I love you too." I leaned my head into his chest. "Okay. I'll stay." I was sobbing into his t shirt.
   "You're gonna be okay. I love you too much to let go."
   "Me too. Thank you."