Massie Block was a hopeless romantic, in her own special way. She didn't really care for boys. They were accesories. Occaisionally she would get attatched to one, but fashion changes, and so do boyfriends. However, when she was dating a boy, he better treat her like a goddamn princess. Roses, clothes, cutesy picnics in the parks... You name it. But that was the side she hid. In person, she was aloof, and boys were only secondary. So, when she saw her new favorite actress Lucy Dimon talking about all the perks of a rockstar boyfriend, she took it as a challenge. She was bored, and it would give her something to do. Find a cute guitar guy, date him for a few weeks, then dump him. According to Lucy Dimon, rockstars are the biggest challenge, because they're bad boys. Not folk singers, or little Justin Bieber wannabes. Hard-rocking boys with no loves but a guitar. This would be the perfect oppurtunity for Massie to show off her man-eating chops.
Massie stood in front of the Rock Hut for at least twenty minutes, before she started walking towards the door. According to a flier she had seen, playing tonight was "Babyface Bundy," a group of hardrocking boys who had gotten pretty popular in New York. She took one last moment to evaluate her outfit. Her DKNY black jeans hugged her curves perfectly, and her flowy purple top softened her "come get me" expression. Dangling from her ears, was an ah-dorable pair of guitar pick earrings. She thought she looked perfectly sweet, with a little spice. According to a website she had checked out, musicians are sensitive on the inside, and need a sweet girl who understands them.
She stepped through the door, and directly into a roomful of screaming rock fans. She rolled her eyes, and attempted to march past them to get backstage. On her first attempt, she was shoved into a wall, by a blonde girl wearin a Rolling Stones shirt.
"EXCUSE ME," Massie yelled.
"What?" came the girls response, barely audible over the music.
"You shoved me, here I am just trying to get backstage! Keep your hands to yourself!" The blonde girled simply smirked, turning back to the stage, and rolled her eyes, saying,
"Damn groupies." Massie stopped to regain her composure, and started walking her way backstage. It wasn't much, just a curtain directly off the side of the stage that led to a little dressing room area, and a small private room to the right. The boys finished their set, and made their way offstage, waving, and blowing kisses.
There was four boys in the band in total. A tall curly haired bass player, with a serene smirk on his face at all times, and a muscular red-headed drummer smiling like he was a kid in Disney world. The two that caught Massie's eye however, was the guitar player, and the singer. The guitar player had a gentle expression hidden behind his massive curly black hair. Then there was the singer. He was platinum blonde, with big hair, and a proud expression. He was certainly the ladies man of the group, the one Massie wanted for herself. She never was fond of studs and leather, but they way he wore them, was nothing short of sexy. As he sauntered off the stage, she made sure to catch his eye. When she did, he turned, and began walking towards her. He had to be at least two years older than her, making him sixteen. He towered over her, and whispered,
"Hey sweet thing,want to go somewhere quieter?"