We Used To Be

Collette

(Authoress Note: this is in German but I don't actually speak German so use your imaginations and pretend they are all speaking in German unless otherwise specified)

Bill

I shook my head yet again as I sat in a chair backstage at the club. It felt so strange to have my hair this short with only long bangs in front of my face. I finished my eyeliner quickly and paced silently while Tom warmed up his guitar we would be on stage in a few minutes. This was the largest place we had performed in… One of the largest clubs in Germany actually. Some guy from the club's office came and told us we were up. I walked out behind Tom, Georg, and Gustav. I was surprised to hear cheers as I bounded up onto the stage.

"HELLO!" I said into the microphone I felt ready to explode with nervous energy I was probably bouncing up and down. There was a warm response from the crowd. "The first song of this evening is a new one called DURCH DEN MONSUN!" Usually we would never play such a new song but this song had so much potential we had to use it while we were here with so many people… This was our chance! I remembered every line to the new song. Every word I sung made me think of Alex, everything about her, her strong poise, her sensitive heart, mischievous smile, I felt my self smiling at the thought of her. My eyes surfed the crowd of the club. Suddenly I saw a familiar face. White skin reflecting the colored lights in an ethereal way, long hair straightened down her back and across her face, but it was her, Alex was here and she was grinning. She returned my look with a wicked grin and blew me a kiss. I just kept singing even though her very presence distracted me, this song was for her…

Alex

I made my way through the crowd and towards the stage. I didn't want top dance but I would love to watch a band perform. I don't know why it didn't click until I saw Tom walking up on stage that I KNEW Devilish. I stared as Bill bounded up on stage. He was his usual bundle of positive energy but he had changed his hair and he looked hott, he had been cute before, perfect always, but now he was HOTT! I looked past the black bang fringe into his amber eyes, I knew the color though it was indiscernible from here. I listened to the song, the music flowing through my veins like magic, it was a beautiful song. I never would have imagined this from my friends but as I listened it didn't surprise me. Bill's eyes skated the crowd until they landed on me. He looked right at me and grinned I smirked back at him. I was lost in the music for the rest of the 'concert' I was blown away by the talent of these boys… I never would have expected it. I let my eyes linger on Bill as he vanished from the stage. I could here people whispering about the band, how surprising it all was and so on. Suddenly a female voice spoke right next to me.

"Ils sont étonnants vous ne pensez pas?"

"I'm sorry I don't speak French," I said I new it was French only because I recognized the tone.

"Oh sorry of course not!" she responded to my English with hers. "I forget I'm the only French girl in the room not one of 200!"

"It's perfectly alright," I said I was surprised to be talking to a girl in a club she didn't look like she belonged here anymore than I did. Her jeans were grey, her shirt was white with Jack Selington in black, her hair was spider brown, her make up was done in such away to make her look like a zombie, the crazy thing was she still looked pretty.

"I love this band!" she said.

"I do too you know I never knew they could play like that!"

"You've heard them before?"

"No, they're friends, well the singer's my boyfriend and the guitarist is like my brother…"

"The guitarist is cute!" she said smirking.

"The guitarist is a whore!" I said as we walked towards the backstage area, I wondered if Bill could get me in…

"That's perfectly alright!" I smiled at her uptight grammar.

"Do you like Edgar Allen Poe?" I asked totally randomly as is my fashion.

"OF COURSE!" she looked excited enough to explode, "HE is like THE best author ever!"

"I know! I love him, have you read the one about the French girl who was murdered and stuffed up a chimney?"

"NO! I need to do you have it?"

"At my house, I have a German and an English edition!"

"Treehee, I think I'll use the English edition my German is non existent!"

"That's fantasmic!" I said for some reason I felt perfectly comfortable with this girl, I had known her for about 5 minutes and she was my new best friend in a real way.

"EWW!"

"It's amazingly demented isn't it!" I said smirking.

"IT IS BUT ITS soo…. I don't know!"

"Me either!" I paused as we got to the door. I p[picked up my phone and texted Bill.

Alex: Hey can u get me and a friend back stage with you?

Bill: of course! A friend?

Alex: some French girl, I just met her she likes Tommi!

Bill: just what he needs

Alex: ahh well do it anyway FOR ME *pouts*

Bill: I'm working on it.

Just then the door flew open and a tough bouncer/security looking guy waved us in. I pushed the girl a head of me.

"What's your name?"

"Collette, what is yours?"

"Alex," I said pushing her ahead of me as Bill and Tom emerged from a room a little way down the hall. Bill looked at me perplexed, but I grinned at him and he grinned back.

"Tommi, I mean Tom this is Collette and that boy with the black hair is Bill and you can't have him!"

"I don't want him!" she said smiling shyly at Tom.

"Are you French?" he asked her holding his hand out for her to hold onto and pulling her into a more private corner. Bill reached out and twined our fingers together he pulled me closer I stopped my self a few inches out of kissing range.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he murmured.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here," I said equally quietly. I could feel Georg and Gustav staring it made me want to walk away. I hate it when people notice me.

"Well you're here now," he said smiling his perfect smile.

"Yes, we are here, together," I tried to ignore the sensation of being watched but it was burning holes in me. I stepped away from him minutely to a range normal for conversation though our hands were still entwined. His eyes were studying me but he knew better than to have this conversation when people could witness it.