YAY! new fic, okay, its not that new, I've had it for ages. but whatever.
This is a bit of a weird style for me, its really loose from Billa's point of view, but I think it sounds like him. *snickers*
Review and tell me what you think. MUWAH! (that was a kissy noise btw.) lurve, me.

"What time is it saposta start?" I asked Tom as we walked through the large doors with Georg and Gustav.
I took a long look at the stadium in front of us.

"Seven." They all said together.

"Sorry sorry I haven't –," I started to say, but Tom cut me off.

"Had your coffee yet, we know." Tom smirked.
Then I guess they would know, it was much too early (okay, so it was five in the afternoon, but that WAS early if you were up till seven the morning prior.)

I just scowled and turned around to face Tom brother as I started walking backwards.

"You do know that without me you'd be nothing right?" I said smirking at my own little un-humble joke.

I saw Georg raise his eyebrows.

"AS IF!" Tom laughed, even though he knew there was some truth to the statement. Tom, he can sing, but he'd make a horrible simply HORRIBLE front man.

I mean, come on, it's not very fashionable to have your front man sleeping around and partying all the time now is it?

No no, that's a lead guitarist's job.

I mean, look at what it did to Aerosmith!

"No, really you would!" I insisted, as I continued to walk backwards.
(Something I must add that I have been working on, it has gotten me in quite a bit of trouble as of late.)

I was still walking backwards as a few people moved out of my way.

I guess its okay though 'cause one guy looked like that creepy ass Animal at the beginning of Keane's beshaped.
You know? The one that kinda looks like a person.
Only old, and naked and wrinkly? Honestly! What was the point of that?

And the other one was paid enough to get out of my way.

"You'd be stuck at home doing some random thing; you wouldn't even have your ca –R!" The last word came out rather strange as I kicked something.

I stumbled backwards, my arms flailing in what was sure to be very funny, I didn't fall though.

Gustav silently caught my elbow as I went backwards.
He seemed to have been anticipating my fall.
But then again, he normally sees things other people don't.
He's weird like that.

I just straightened myself up, brushed off some imaginary dirt on my jacket and kept talking.

"And you wouldn't have your car or have gotten laid as many times as you have!" I said resolute on finishing my sentence.

Tom just rolled his eyes and said "Sure, sure."

I turned around to see what I'd tripped over only to seeseveral pens rolling and papers and an endless amount of warn notebooks.

It sorta looked like my backpack.

I sighed and went to pick up the mess that I had made.

"Don't bother, she won't notice you tripped over it, it was pretty much like that in the first place." A voice from beside us called.

A blond girl with a sweet face was looking down at a clip board.
She looked about our age.

Though they I knew she was staff because she had on a black tee-shirt and the security badge around her neck.

She smiled slightly, looking up at us from her clippy board thingy.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled beneath the dark lights as she kicked the books out of the way.

"She must really like to write." Georg commented on the mysterious she.

I picked up the mass of paper that had music notes all over it.

"She does, we both do in fact, but I don't feel the need to write down every little thing that pops into my head because 'one note could be the next big symphony.'" the blond girl said in a snide tone, obviously irritated at something we didn't know.
She sorta sounded like Tom and me in a weird way.

Like the way we know what each other are talking about but most people don't get what we're talking about.

"You do know that you're mic is on, right?" A thick voice crackled from the handy talky on the girls belt.

The girl blushed and reached down to click it off.
There was a cackle on the other end.

We just rolled our eyes as the girl smiled and walked off.

Tom laughed as Jost called us over, shouting something about us being late.
I swear, that man has a pocket watch shoved up his ass or some shit 'cause really, the man's paranoid.