INFORMATION: Name: Anastasia Tucker [Nickname: Ana] Age: 22 Hair: Dark Black, layered, straight Eyes: Blue Body Type: Slender/Athletic Style: Punk [usually consists of skinny jeans and band tees] Backstory: Born in Richmond, Virginia. Never met her real parents, but was adopted at the age of sixteen. She left home at age seventeen and started the band The Romanovs. When the band started to be recognized, Ana started partying more and more often, becoming an alcoholic. She broke her nose and became addicted to the pain medication, but recently became sober after being in a coma for four weeks. Now, Ana doesn't party and is on tour with HIM. CHAPTER 1: I laughed out loud as Ville became drenched with water. Joseph had gotten him good, just like he'd promised. Ville stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. He was set to perform in only a few minutes. I could hear the crowd going crazy as the band teased them with little bits of guitar and drum playing in the darkness. "Great. Now I have to change." Ville said, shaking his head slightly. "I told you I would get my revenge." Joseph said. Joseph was the guitarist for our band, The Romanovs. We had named ourselves that because my name was Anastasia and we were all intrigued by the whole Romanov story. It just seemed to fit. "True." Ville turned and went to go get changed. The Romanovs had finished playing about twenty minutes before, so we were all sweaty and smelly. It was pretty bad when you could smell yourself. But I loved that smell. Not the smell of BO in general, just after a show. It meant that I had accomplished something. And that felt good. A few minutes later, Ville came back wearing a new shirt. It was black and buttoned down the front. My favorite shirt of his. I smiled at him as he walked out onto the stage. I heard the crowd go wild and the rest of the band started playing the intro to Killing Loneliness. So they were starting with a classic. And one of my favorite songs, too. I walked over to the edge of the stage and watched as Ville and the guys jumped around. Ville was into it. That's what I loved about him. He was so passionate about his music. About everything, really. When he cared about something, he really cared about it. That probably explained the tattoo on his wrist. It rang true. After standing and watching a few songs, I decided that now would be a good time to take a quick shower on the bus and change. I knew that the guys would probably be wanting to go out and celebrate the sold-out show. I didn't drink, so I would probably just stay in my hotel room. We didn't have a show tomorrow, which was good with me. I felt like I just needed a day to breathe. Tour life could be tiring. I walked out to the lot where the tour buses were parked. There were fans hanging around out here and when they saw me, they ran over, asking for my autograph. I smiled and signed their things, then slipped away and onto our bus. Our driver, Quinn, was sleeping with his trucker cap pulled down over his eyes. I grabbed some clean clothes from my duffel bag-a tattered Misfits shirt that hung from one shoulder, some dark blue yoga pants and some socks. After my nice, hot shower, I was getting dressed and heard the other guys get on the bus. They sounded excited. I got dressed and came out of the bathroom to see what was all the hubbub. The guys stared at me as I dried my hair with a towel. I stopped and looked at them. "What?" I asked. I hardly noticed Quinn was awake and the bus was moving. We must be on our way to the hotel, thank God. "Nothing. Are you going to come celebrate with us tonight? Our first sold out show!" Tyler, our bass player, said happily. "Depends. What are you guys doing to celebrate?" I asked skeptically. "Getting drunk, duh!" Joseph said. "Thought so. Nope, I'll be in my hotel room if you need me." We had just arrived at the hotel. I picked up my duffel bag, slid on my flip-flops and started for the door. "Aww! Ana, you never go out with us anymore!" Kurt, our drummer, whined. "Yeah, I don't drink anymore guys. Duh!" I said and started laughing. I walked off the tour bus and into the chilly Spring air. Spring was way warmer in Georgia than our home state of Virginia, though they weren't really that far apart. I went inside and got the key to my room. Quinn had already reserved us a few rooms (me to myself since I was the only girl, Tyler and Kurt together, and Joseph and Quinn together. Joseph was the quiet one, so he had offered to let Quinn room with him). In my room, I dropped my duffel bag on the small sofa and grabbed a soda from the mini-fridge. As soon as I had sat down, there was a knock on my door. Sighing heavily, I got up and opened it. "Last chance for fun." Tyler said. Everyone was with him: Gas, Mige, Burton, Linde, Joseph, Kurt, even Quinn. No Ville. "I'll pass. I think I'll just stay here and be boring. But thanks." I replied. "Whatever." "Yeah, your loss." Kurt said. Then they all took off down the hallway, acting like a bunch of hoodlums. I closed my door and went back to my bed. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only ten o' clock. This night was going by slowly. I wasn't nearly as tired as I'd felt earlier, so I got up to order room service. My growling tummy was becoming louder by the second. I ordered a salad and a piece of chicken, then sat back to wait. About fifteen minutes later, I heard someone at the door. "Thank God, I'm star-" I had expected to see room service on the other side of the door, but it was Ville. "Sorry, I thought you were room service." Ville smiled. "Do you need something? The guys are already gone." "I know. I came to see you, actually." Ville replied. I cocked an eyebrow. "Why me?" "I was just sitting in my room, alone. I knew you didn't go with the guys, because you don't drink either. So I just figured you might want to hang out or something." The way Ville said the last sentence, it sounded like a question. How could I say no to that face? "Sure. But I already ordered room service. I didn't know you were coming." I said apologetically after letting him in. "It's fine. I just ate." Ville sat on the small sofa next to my bag. I noticed a pair of my panties were kind of hanging out and quickly moved my bag to the floor beside the sofa, stuffing my panties back inside. I knew I was blushing, but acted like I had not just sneakily hidden my underwear from him. I sat beside him, not knowing what to say. This was the first time the two of us had hung out together alone. It was silent, but not an awkward kind of silent. It was comfortable, like we didn't have to say anything. But that comfort was shattered by my ringtone. I pulled my phone from my bra and saw that it was Tyler. He was probably already drunk. Great. "Hello?" I answered. "Heyyy!" Tyler slurred on the other end. "Whatterr youu doin?" "Being sober. How about you?" "I'm drunk azzz a sku-" I heard a loud noise on Tyler's end and the phone hung up in my ear. I smiled. Typical drunk Tyler. He probably fell in the toilet or something. "That was Tyler." I told Ville. "They're having so much fun without us." "Great." Ville grinned. "I'm having fun here." "Really? We're not doing anything." "I know. But it sure as Hell beats being drunk all the time." "You make a valid point Mr. Valo." "So do you want to do something?" "Like what?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Not what you're thinking. I meant that we could go for a walk or catch a movie?" "But not a date." I had to clarify. "No, definitely not a date." I thought about taking offense, but didn't. "Okay. Let me eat and get dressed." "I'll come back in about forty-five minutes." "Okay." Ville let himself out and I ate my salad and chicken as quickly as I could, so I would have time to get ready. Afterward, I started digging through my duffel bag to find something movie-worthy. I finally chose a black v-neck long-sleeve. I put on some ripped skinny jeans, and my high-tops. I didn't do anything with my hair, just wore it down. I put on a little eyeliner (I wasn't big on makeup anyway), and I was ready to go. Ville was right on time. He wasn't wearing my favorite shirt of his anymore, since he had had to wear it on stage. He was now wearing a HIM shirt, which I found odd. Ville never wore a shirt with his own band's logo on it. He saw me staring and said, "I thought it would be funny if someone recognized me." I smiled and we went on our way.
