A crisp October breeze blew through a throng of people milling about a blacked out tour bus parked in a back ally. Everyone was dressed in torn, black clothing and chains that rattled with each step. Men and women alike sported long, onyx colored hair that covered their dark painted eyes. Music and cheers could be heard from the stage inside of the bar adjacent to the bus. Any minute now, the band would saunter through the back doors and give everyone a chance to talk to them.<br/><br/>Near the door to the bus stood a short girl with frazzled red hair. She had spent most of the evening deep within the heavy pit of bodies that thrashed about to the music. She was sweaty and tired, but her young body still buzzed with electricity. She had spent every last penny on a ticket and backstage pass to meet the band and get a picture with the lead singer. She adored him and just the thought of standing within smelling distance made her nether regions warm and tingly.<br/><br/>A man came to stand next to her and offered her a beer. He complimented her leather skirt and combat boots in an attempt to make small talk. She took the beer and momentarily indulged him, but he wasn't the man she wanted to be listening to. He tried place his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off and nearly cried with relief as the back door swung open and two burly men marched out. "Thanks for the beer!" she shouted as she trotted off towards the band as they slowly appeared one by one in the door way.<br/><br/>The bouncers began to usher everybody with passes into a single file line as the band prepared to take pictures and sign autographs. The girl found herself near the middle of the line and felt herself begin to overflow with joy. This was finally it! She was going to meet the man of her midnight dreams. The man who filled every day dream she ever had. With each step forward, her anticipation grew until she was almost shaking as she neared the head of line.<br/><br/>One of the bouncers suddenly announced that the group had an emergency and needed to get back on the road. The crowd erupted into cries and boos as the band members apologized and waved them off. Hot tears poured down her face as she watched them turn their backs. She had paid too much not to touch them! Thinking quickly, she hurried through the crowd and returned to her spot near the door to the tour bus. She double checked the barren area and dashed up the steps onto the bus. She was hit with the smell of cologne and marijuana as she stumbled over instrument cases and beer cans. Where could she hide?<br/><br/>She could hear their voices at the back of the bus as she frantically ran to and fro. The bathroom! Dodging to the left, she threw herself into the small room and quietly closed the door. She pressed herself into the shower and sat down, listening to her wild heart beat. She couldn't believe she had actually climbed aboard the bus! But .. now what?<br/><br/>Check out my request thread to see where Id like to take this! just scroll down !<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fthreads%2Fmy-demented-idea-factory.2605%2F%23post-131074&amp;hash=64177d94d61e51fd2ca45eab2ed5e62e" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/my-demented-idea-factory.2605/#post-131074">https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/my-demented-idea-factory.2605/#post-131074</a>