Screw You I'm a Rock Star

I already knew I wasn't going to enjoy the date with Brian. I was going to try to be on my best behavior. But how the hell was I suppose to do that when the jerk brought me to a bar? I was at least expecting a lame dinner at Burger King, it was way better then this dump he brought me to.

"A bar?" I simply questioned.

"Hey, it's not just a bar, it also has karaoke," Brian stated.

I didn't say anything but I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his idiocy. If I wanted to sing I would've stolen Kat's role in the band instead of being the drummer. But I can't sing, so the karaoke thing was just a useless fact to me.

"Why the hell would you bring me to a bar?" I muttered, crossing my arms.

"You seem like a girl that needs to loosen up." He simply shrugged and began to make his way to the bartender.

I scowled at him but followed nonetheless.

Once we were seated on the bar stools Brian began to order, while I sat there mindlessly doodling on a piece of napkin with a pin I found in my pocket. Most them consisted of a stick figure with a fedora getting hit with a piano like those old cartoons.

As Brian handed me a beer I laid my elbow on the counter listening the amateur singing from the karaoke stage. I sighed silently and took a sip of the beer.

"Come on loosen up, have some fun," Brian said as he rubbed his arm against my shoulder.

"I wouldn't exactly call this fun…" I muttered.

"Well what is your idea of fun?" he asked.

"I don't know, a romantic dinner maybe even a sappy movie."

"You do know you on a date with Synyster Gates, right?"

"Of course…" I muttered.

I knew that he wasn't the ordinary man, so I was stupid to expect a simple date. But I guess simple wasn't in the vocabulary for a rock star. Especially when he was Synyster Gates. Still, who could've done something way better then a stupid bar.

"Are you always like this?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Uptight?"

"Excuse me?" I scowled.

He smirked and I knew he was enjoying the fact that he could annoy me easily. I gripped my beer bottle tighter, restraining myself from throwing it at his head. I started questioning myself on why I was even here in the first place. I didn't like Brian and he obviously only saw me as sex on legs (which obviously was never going to happen).

Why was I even bothering trying to get to know him?

Most likely my rage would get to me and Avenged Sevenfold will have to find themselves a new guitarist. I sighed and drunk one last swig of my beer.

"I'm leaving," I said as I slammed the bottle on the counter.

"Hey come on!" he whined. "We just got here."

"Yeah well I just got tired of this place," I said as I sat up from the stool.

I was about to walk away until he caught my wrist.

"Don't do this," he said.

"Let me go Brian," I muttered. "before I seriously kick your ass."

"Seriously, when are you going to stop acting like a bitch and have fun?"

"What?" I yelled at him, infuriated.

"The least you could do is at least try to have some fun."

"Look," I seethed. "the only one here whose acting like a bitch is you. I mean who the hell takes a girl on a first date? Secondly, I suggest you take your hand off me before your guitar shredding days come to an end!"

I tried to tug away from his grip but he obviously had the stronger hold. It didn't even look like he was putting much effort in keeping me on hold.

"Let go!" I barked, that's when I realized we were attracting an audience.

"Whatever you say," he sighed.

He let go. The only thing was, I was still tugging when he did so, so I landed straight on my butt on the filthy bar floor. He started laughing profoundly and I could hear a few sniggers throughout the bar. I furrowed my eyebrows and stormed out of the bar.

Asshole.

Once I was out of the bar I let my back hit the walls of the building and I slid myself down till my butt it the cold ground. I took a deep breathe and tried to relax myself. I realized that moment I didn't bring my cell with me or my wallet. So I was stuck here until further notice, or if I decided to go back inside and as Brian for a ride.

Psh. Yeah right.

I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes.

Happy place. Find my happy place.

I heard the door open from the bar but I didn't open my eyes.

Happy place.

And then I felt someone hovering over me. I looked up and I saw a man with shaggy dark hair and tattoo sleeved arms.

"Can I help you?" I mumbled.

He crouched down to my level and smiled slightly. I couldn't help but think I've seen this man before.

"You kinda seemed upset when you left the bar, I just came out here to make sure you were okay," He said.

"I'm fine," I sighed. "I just don't have my cell with me, so I can't get a ride."

"Oh, well I was going leave here anyways and catch a cab…uh we could share one if you want," he said a little unsurely.

"Thanks that'd be great. I'm Michelle by the way," I said as I extended my hand towards him with the first sincere smile I had the whole day.

"Frank Iero," the man said shaking my head.

I stood there shocked. What an idiot I am not to have realized that before!

"O-oh," I said a little flustered.

He chuckled and stood up, offering me a hand. Which I took.

"Yeah I saw your band play the other night," he began. "they were pretty good."

"For a bunch of girls, right?" I said rolling my eyes.

It was sad but that's what most people saw us perform or hears our album. They make comments like:

"Oh she play drums pretty well, you know, for a girl"

Or.

"They're okay, for a bunch of girls."

It ticks me off sometimes but it also drives me to try harder. I was hoping this tour would probably show the world we're not just a bunch of girls, but real driven musicians with a purpose. Also to show those other rock stars that girls can party just as hard as they can.

"No, not like that," Frankie said shaking his head and putting his hands up slightly.

"I meant you guys are just really good."

"Thanks," I muttered fumbling with the him of my black sweater.

"Well I'm gonna call a cab," Frankie said as he grabbed his cell.

I waited a moment until Frank was off the phone. He said the cab would be here in a few minutes and he then he tried to start up a conversation. I was kind of grateful that he did, I didn't like awkward silences.

But I didn't expect those short five minutes, waiting for the cab, to be enjoyable. I found out me and frank actually had a lot in common, and he could easily make me laugh.

I was kind of hoping the taxi would get stuck in traffic.