The whole band was intrigued with the small parcel. Bill scooped up his custom made letter opener and slit it right down the side.
The paper within the envelope was every bit as intriguing as the envelope that had concealed it. It was a fairly light Grey color with dark Grey markings on it as if it had been wrinkled many times, but it was just the way the stationary had been made.
Like the envelope, the corners had been ornamented with skulls. They inhabited the upper left corner of the front of the page and the lower right corner of the back of the page, adding quite a unique flair to the paper, and whoever had used it.
'This has to be custom made stationary. I've never seen anything like it... Whoever this belongs too must be quite the character.' Bill thought to himself.
"Sweet Bill," The letter began, "This one cannot even begin telling you how much you have inspired her. She has aspired to become a professional singer her whole life, but only recently did she ever try to make it big time with her band, "Bad Luck."
She decided to take it slow and start with her state first, which is much better than being just a plain old fashioned garage band her whole career.
But because of the wonderful example you and your glorious band have made in this ones eyes, she got a really real record deal! Because your music flows through this ones soul and caresses her heart she had the courage to play at the club that the producer was in. It was like you lead her there, you got her the deal. You re her HERO! She hopes you sing forever Bill.
Your loyal fan,
Lucrecia"
Bill stared at the letter for a bit, appreciating every last word.
'Gave her the courage to go for it and she goes and gets herself a record deal, huh? Good for you Lucrecia, your a real piece of work.'
He allowed himself a wistful smile before setting her letter on the small table they had in the concert hall room. A small square of paper fell out and landed face down on the floor without taking Bill's notice, he had gone to grab another fan letter for he wanted to plow through as many as he could before he had to go on stage.
Tom walked over and picked up the paper. It was a picture of the girl. She looked like she was fairly tall for a girl, with luscious black curls that fell to her waist and framed her face. Her eyes were the most startling crystal blue and she as was pale as the moon on deep still water. She was quite the lovely creature.
She was dressed in Visual Kei style clothing, A jacket with a large cross on the upper right side and a pair of pants with the same cross on both of the thighs in the front.
She was smiling in the picture, a sweet look on her face. As Tom looked at it, it really seemed like she was smiling at him with her heart. It was like he was her best friend, or boyfriend. A real smile is what that was.
She was waving at whoever was taking the picture, leaning up against a cherry blossom tree in a wide open flower field, some mountains in the background.
"What'cha looking at Tomi?" Bill asked as he popped up out of nowhere over Tom's shoulder.
Tom blushed a bit, though he wasn't sure as to why, and handed Bill the photo.
"It fell out of the black fan letter." He said, while turning away to hide the blush.
Bill stared at the picture. 'She has nice hands, and a lovely face to boot.'
Gustav got sick of waiting after Bill had been staring at the picture for a good 5 minutes and yoinked it from him. He and Georg looked the girl over and whistled.
"Pretty cute fan girl you got here Tom." Georg spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Actually, she s Bill's fan. Not mine." Tom corrected.
"Same difference. You are your brother s twin. What's yours is his and vise versa, Ja?" Gustav asked, looking at Tom questionably.
"No. That's not how it works. Bill is Bill and I am me. We aren't each other and we never will be. Eh, little brother?" Tom looked over to Bill.
Bill looked back at Tom and nodded, a smile on his face. Then it dawned upon him. If she's such a fan why don't they have a concert near her? She's bound to go.
By this point in time, Bill didn't even notice what an interest he had taken in this girl.
"Hey Tomi, do you think Andreas might know where the people who sends these letters live?"
"Um... probably. He does filter them so we don't get bombarded."
Bill quickly hopped up out of his seat and rushed to his cell phone charging at the hair and make-up stand. He had to make this call, and fast. The opening band was wrapping up and they were going on soon.
"Hey Andreas, I got a quick question."
"Shoot, what's on your mind Bill?" He sounded a bit weird...
"It's about one of the letters. The one in the black envelope, where does the girl live? Her name is Lucrecia."
"You mean Belle? Yeah, she lives in Oregon in the United States, if I remember right. Why do you ask?" He made an odd sniffling sound.
"Belle?" Bill asked, seriously confused.
"Yeah, they aren't allowed to use their real names in the club, so she goes as Belle. You know, something might happen to her is she's seen with you or is selected to send a fan letter if she uses her real name. People get hold of addresses and people get hurt, you know?" Once again, something seemed off...
"Andreas, are you sick or something? You sound terrible." Bill was a bit concerned.
"Yeah. Don't worry, its nothing serious. Just a run-of-the-mill cold" He said and sniffled again.
"Oh, well, I hope you feel better."
"Thanks Bill."
"No problem, hey, the bands about to go on, I've gotta go. Talk to you later."
"See ya."
Bill clicked his cell phone closed and looked at the chart on the mirror for the American Tour.
'Oregon, huh?' He smiled and pointed to the state on the West Coast, tapping on it.
'Guess that's where she lives. Guess that's where I need to go...'
"Bill, come on!" Tom yelled.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Bill got up and rushed off to the stage.
'All that's left to do now is convince them to go to Oregon before the tour is over. That's a simple enough task...