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Chapter 2

Today is the day of the concert. It's 1:30 PM and we're at Polo Ground, the venue. We have just finished our rehearsals and are completely drained. I lay flat on the cold marble floor, on my belly to cool myself off.
"You remind me of someone." Comes Gustav. Too tired to do much, I simply grunt to let him know that I'm listening.

"Oh wait! I know!" This time it's Tom. "I know! Peppy! " If I weren't so **** tired, I'd have readily treated Tom to a scrumtuous punch!
Georg and Gustav laugh. Peppy was Gustav's Monsoon Pom who died two years ago due to heatstroke. She used to lie on her belly to cool off as she would feel hot all the time because of her long , messy tresses. It is strange because Germany isn't hot and I'd seen one in Africa. Well, whatever.

Using all of my energy, I push myself off the ground and make my way towards the exit to get some fresh air. The Ground is big. Some people are moving around screens and dividers. I lay down on the moist grass in front of the stage. We'll be performing about 4 hours from now.

I wonder if Tori will really come. I hope so. It is not like me to be taken so easily by a girl I've met only for a few minutes. But Tori is really easy to like. Unfortunately, Tom seems to think so, too. He may seem like he doesn't care much about personality as long as 'the bod is hot', but as his twin, I know he does. I mean, yes, he checks out girls all the time, but come on, how many girlfriends has he actually had?
I know, in fact, that Tom may have developed a soft spot for Tori and not only because she's pretty. How do I know this? He remembers her name. He brought her up at dinner last night, narrating their 'encounter' to Georg.

"Hullo." Speak of the devil.
I roll my eyes as Tom comes and sits beside me. "Watcha thinking?", he asks as he lays down on his back, arms folding behind his head.
"The concert.", I lie. He snorts. "Sure." He knows me to well. Not in the mood to argue, I arch my back and close my eyes. I hear Tom get up and scurry off. He can never stay idle.

I hear people walking past me noisily and out of curiosity, I open my eyes to look. It's our manager, he is accompanying half a dozen people, explaining things. It must be the backstage crew. Then, a few feet behind them, I see Tom talking animatedly with a girl. Tori! That's why he had rushed off without a word!
Instinctively, I sit up. They are laughing. She seems to be enjoying Tom's company. I get up and greet her. " You kept your word," I say to her with a smile.

"Yeah, I had no other choice. My life depends on it!", she says. I laugh. So, she's a big time fan.
"What are you doing here?" Tom blurts out. "Not that I want you here, but isn't it a little early?"
Only then does it strike me. What's she doing here so early? The concert's in the evening.
"I'm doing an internship for video animation," she explains. "Huh?" Tom mutters stupidly.

"I'm training in video animation, today's like a test for me. I've to do the stage's background. If I nail it I get my dream job." That explains it.
"Now, now," starts Tom. "For your sake and ours, please don't mess it up." Tori laughs, "I wouldn't dare!"

"Yeah, or we'll eat you alive!", I mockingly threaten her. "Shut up, Bill.", comes Tom. "We're vegetarians!" I roll my eyes. "Tom, it's an English expression!" He has to embarrass me in front of Tori. Again, Tom ignores me and turns to a giggling Tori. "It's okay, if you don't do good, I'll teach you how to… do thing.", he winks at her.

Tori digs her hands further into her sweater's pockets and shyly smiles up at Tom. I guess she read between the lines because she slightly reddens. "Right.," she says looking down at her feet. "I'll go now."

"You just got here." I say when she turns to go. "Yes," joins in Tom. "There's plenty of time for the show." Tori shakes her head, her long pony tail dancing behind her, "I don't want to mess up today. Have got people to impress."

She's right, I guess. "Okay. Good luck." "Yeah, just do your thing!", says Tom. Tori smiles. "I will. Thank you."
With that said, she runs off towards where the backstage crew had gone. "Hey!", Tom shouts after her. "Won't you get breaks?" But Tori is already out of hearing range, so she disappears somewhere around the stage.

There is about an hour left for the concert and our manager says there are already thousands of fans waiting outside the gates. This really soothes my nerves. It won't be a flop show after all. We are in the changing room now. Tom and Gustav are ready, while Georg is fussing with his shoes. I'm all done.

"Hey," starts Georg once he's done with his shoes. "What about that girl? She's not here?" "She's here," I reply. "She showed up quite early," says Tom, holding open the door. "You wanna meet her?"

Georg nods. I decide to tag along. We find Tori busy working on a laptop. "That's her," whispers Tom to Georg as we approach her. I tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and smiles up at us. "Hi, again!" I notice that the smile doesn't reach her eyes.
"Georg here wanted to meet you," says Tom, pushing Georg forward. Georg rolls his eyes at Tom and holds his hand out to Tori, "Hello." Tori shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Same here," says Georg. "I see why Tom goes on and on about you." Tom is glaring daggers at him, but remains silent. Tori gives Tom a passing glance. "Hey, guys, can we talk later? I really need to finish this before the show starts."
"Oh, alright." says Tom. His disappointment is evident in his tone. After that Tom, Georg and Gustav leave, but I stay right there.
"Are you okay?", I ask, taking her tired hands in mine. I'm not sure what is making me do this. I'm surprised at myself. Apparently, she is, too. She freezes for a moment, but then, relaxes. I'm happy that she doesn't flinch away.

"This thing can get really tiring sometimes." She admits. " if I finish up with this on time, I'll be able to see you perform." People passing by look at us strangely. But much to my relief, they don't hover. Tori notices the funny looks and gently slips her hands away from mine.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." I say, trying my best to cover up my hurt. "You've got time." She nods and turns back to the computer screen.
I decide to sit with her for a while. As I watch her moving around and transforming graphics and figures, it suddenly hits me that we won't be seeing her ever after tomorrow. We will return to Germany and she'll be here. I panick.

I look at her focussed face. I met her only yesterday, yet she feels so familiar. Will she think of me when I'm gone? Does it even bother her that we won't possibly ever meet again? Even if we do meet later, would she be the same? Maybe. But then, she might have a husband to love then. Wait a second. She may have a boyfriend even now. And here, I am fooling myself!

Tori notices me staring at her. She turns off the laptop. It breaks my train of thoughts. "What's up?" She asks, putting the laptop away. She is done so fast? Or, have I been so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice the time pass?
I stretch my arms. "I was wondering," I might as well simply speak my mind since I won't be seeing her again anyway. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?", she repeats, raising a dark eyebrow. I smile and nod. She makes a face. "Boys don't think I'm pretty enough." "Yeah, right."

She catches my sarcasm. "I don't want any distractions right now." She explains.

I raise an eyebrow. "Distraction?"

"Yep," comes her reply as she stands up. "But I've got crushes."

"Oh, goody!", I clap my hands in a girly way. A man passing by gives me a weird look. Just because I'm rockstar, it doesn't mean I can't be normal!

"Who is it?", I ask her with a smirk. She laughs. "Like I'd tell you!" I follow her to the refreshments' table. "Come on!", I insist. "It won't be embarrassing unless it is one of us!"

She takes a glass of watermelon juice ad says, "That's the problem." I give her a lopsided grin as I shift my weight on the table. "Promise I won't tell."

She rolls her eyes. "I don't think so." I lean closer towards her so our noses are almost touching. " if you don't tell me, I'll tell everyone that you 'like' Tom." I don't know why I chose Tom. Maybe because I know she does like him a little and he her? She gulps down the glass' contents and says, "Like they'd care. Why are you so interested anyway?"

I intentionally dodge her question. "Tom would care." She throws the glass into a bin, "Do as you wish. He won't believe you." I hate to admit it, but she has a point. Tom would think that I'm making fun of him. Man! It's tough getting such secrets out of girls!

Tori looks at her watch. "Half an hour left. Everything ready?" "Yep, my make-up's the only time consuming part. That's done, so yes.", I say as we plop down on a couch at the corner. Tom, Georg and Gustav appear out of nowhere and crash down with us. Tom makes sure he's sitting next to Tori.
"So," Tom starts as he settles his arm around Tori's shoulder casually. "You're coming to the after-show party?"

"No, not all of us are invited," she replies with a hint of sadness. "That's no problem! I'll give you an invitation, you're a friend now.", he says, moving closer to her. I roll my eyes. Yeah and why don't you kiss her hand, too?

Tom hands her two passes. "Bring a friend along too."

"Thank you so much!", Tori squeals. Unable to contain her excitement, she hugs him. I can almost feel Tom's ego inflate as he wraps his arms tightly around her waist. "Sure, no problem.", he says, his smile evident from his voice.

He hesitantly lets go of her when she moves back. "I don't know how to thank you! This means so much!", says Tori, smiling broadly. Why couldn't I have thought of giving her the passes instead?

"Well, one thing," starts Tom. Tori beams at him. I listen closely. "Don't bring your boyfriend." I sigh.
"I don't have one, so sure!", chirps Tori. Tom has definitely found a place in her good books. "That's perfect." Tom smirks.

The curtain lifts up slowly and the screams of thousands of fans fill my senses. I am astounded at the number of people. They are all here for us. I can't help but smile.

The crowd goes crazy as Georg and Tom start with the guitars. I take in the energy all around me.
"Hello, India!", I shout into the mic. "Are you in for a trip to Humanoid City?"

The crowd breaks into a roar.

"Then, let us take you there!"

With that, we play into the night.

Three hours later, the show is over and we are back in our hotel. Today's concert was definitely one of the best we have done. They don't call Shillong the Rock Capital of India for nothing!

We promised the crowd that we'll be back and with a crowd like that, obviously, we will. We will have it no other way!

I strip off my clothes and take a short shower. I welcome the hot water on my tired muscles. After that, I put on my new blood red tee, a dark grey pair of jeans and a high-colored jacket. I pair it all up with black boots. I simply brush back my shoulder-length wet hair.

By the time, I'm done, the others are already waiting for me . We'll be heading to the party now. It is at a place called 'Poison Ivy'.

When we get there, I straight away take my place in the bar. I'm an alcoholic, I won't argue that. I haven't had a drink in two whole days. God knows I deserve to drink tonight! I sip my drink while the others crash down on a tube-couch. I close my eyes as the liquid leaves a burning trail sliding down my throat.

"You look tired."

I open my eyes at the familiar voice. All of a sudden, I'm not so tired anymore. "Hey, you made it."

Tori sits on a stool beside me."You were great out there today." I smile at her lazily, the drink already having it's effect on me. "We try." She looks beautiful tonight. Like she always does.

She has on a cute short white dress and her hair is in a thick braid resting across her shoulder.

"Now tell me the good news. I'm waiting!" I say. She laughs. I could really get used to hearing it. "I got it." I hold up my glass. "Well, cheers to Tori!" But then, "What's the job anyway?"

Tori bites her lips, her eyes fixed on her fiddling fingers on her lap. I can't get my eyes off her, plagued by the sudden urge to bother her plump cherry lips myself.

She looks up to meet my gaze. Her lips break curve into a mysterious smile, "There were people from abroad who'd come to check my work. They loved it."

"And…?" I manage, dancing under her spell.

"Let's just say you'll be seeing a lot of me from now."

Did I hear what she said correctly? Did I hear right?

My jaw drops. "You.. you're coming to Germany!"

A.N : So, how is it? This chappy was longer but it was too long so I had to break it up. The 3rd chapter will be up shortly. Please, leave a comment!