They got to the place the concert was at, it was already packed as they weaved in and out of the thick thong of people. There was a warm up band playing heavy metal. Ara banged her head to the rough music as they walked around. Around 8 or so the concert started with 69Eyes starting out. A bunch of other Finnish, German, British and Norwegian bands played. The group of U.S Marines rocked out the whole time. Banging their heads, bumping around and playing in the mud pit. "This is fucking awesome, Lo-lo. Thank you!" Ara yelled over the music blaring from the speaker next to her. "No problem, London!" Angelo yelled back. The music stopped at the last band, a band called The Devil's Wife, yelled thanks out to the fans. That signaled for the group to head out to the mud pit and to the back stage area. Security stopped them and they showed their passes and the guy let them by. "How did you get the passes, Angelo?" Mike asked. "My sister is married to the lead singer of Cradle of Filth and he always hooks me up this shit." He told them as he busted into a room that was full with all the bands from that night. Ara and the group were the only people with back stage passes, so they were consisted VIP. Ara sat in the corner of the room drinking a local drink and talking to Jussi, the drummer of the 69Eyes. "That is so Awesome, Ara. So, What are you going to do now, now that you're retired?" Jussi asked in his thick Finnish accent. "I was thinking of getting back with my band Fall of Death or working with my mom." She said taking another sip of her drink. "I knew it! I knew you were the original singer of F.O.D." Dani yelled. Ara just blushed. "She is the greeeeatest singer in the worrrrlllldddd." Gabe slobbered. He was so far from drunk it was retarded.
The door to the room swung open, a handsome young man stood there. He looked no older than Ara. He had long black hair, his body was slim. Ara guessed he was about 6'2. His light green eyes outlined with black eyeliner made him look Gothic. He wore tight; blue hip hugging jeans, a Black Sabbath t-shirt under a razor jacket and on his head was a dark purple beanie. His and Ara's eyes connected. He smiled at her as he made his way over to her. He sat down by her. "Hello." He said in a Finnish accent, which was lighter than Jussi's. "Ello." Ara replied in her British accent. "I'm Ville Valo." He introduced himself to her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Valo. I'm Ara Callaway." She replied shaking his hand. "Please, call me, Ville." He smiled kissing her hand. "My pleasure, Ville. You can call me Ara or some of my friends call me London." She told him. "Why do they call you London?" Ville asked. "My middle name is London and I'm from London." "Oh, I see." Ville said. "You gonna get a drink?" Ara asked. "Oh no, no. I don't drink anymore." Ville told her. "Cool, cool." Ara said finishing her drink and setting the bottle aside. "You don't have to stop drinking on my account." Ville said. "Oh, it's ok. I don't like to drink much. I use to when I was a teenager, so I kinda avoid it." She informed him. "I understand that." Ville said grabbing two sodas from the bottom of the ice chest. He handed Ara one. "Thanks." She said popping it open. "No problem." He said.
The pair sat in the corner, drinking soda, talking and watching the other make complete ass' of themselves. After awhile, the room got overbearingly loud, to loud for Ara. Ville took noticed to it. He took Ara by the hand and led her outside. They sat on a bench outside the venue. "You alright, London?" Ville asked. "Yeah, just the loud noise giving me bad memories." She shook slightly. "About being in Afghanistan and Iraq?" He said. "Yeah." She sighed. Ville tucked her hair behind her ear. Ville looked at the young women sitting by him. Her long brown hair reached just below her shoulders. She had icy blue eyes and light tan skin. Her legs were beautifully long, her lips were a rosy pink and her voice was like liquid velvet. The more he looked at her the more his heart fluttered with love and joy. "Do you want to come back to my place? Just to talk, I mean...nothing dirty." Ville blushed looking away. Ara looked up at him and smiled. "Sure, I'd like that." She whispered gently. Ville looked back at her. "Rea...really?" Ara nodded. "Cool, But, I have to get my car keys and things." He told her. "That alright. I need to get my jacket and tell the boys." Ville nodded. They went back inside. Before, Ara went back into the party room; Ville pulled her into a hug. Ara melted. Her heart melted in his embrace. It was so warm and loving. He let her go, kissed her cheek and disappeared down the hall.
Ara entered the room. The masses of people were even more drunk. She found her jacket and the most sober one of her friends, Sean. "Hey, I'm gonna go home with Ville. I'll see you later, Okay?" She yelled over everyone. "Okay, Have fun." Sean yelled back before getting drunk. Ara left the room. She sighed as the door closed and it was quiet. She leaned against the wall and waited for Ville to come back. She closed her eyes. A few minutes later, warm lips pressed to hers. She thought it was Ville, so she allowed it. "Hey! Leave her alone, Jyrki!" She heard Ville yell. She opened her eyes and saw Jyrki kissing her. Ville pushed him off of her. "Oh, come on. Vill. Share." Jyrki stuttered. Ville punched him in the face. "There is your share." Ville spat in Finnish. "Are you okay?" He asked. Ara nodded. Ville took her hand again and lead her to his car.