Beautiful Death

“That was amazing!” I shouted at the guys as they came off stage. “You were fucking awesome!”

“Thanks Aiden!” Gerard shouted back.

We had collectively earned ourselves funny looks for everyone around.

My ears were ringing from being so close to the speakers so I can only imagine what the guys hearing is like, from the funny looks I’m guessing we’re shouting at each other because of it.

“Take a fucking picture! It’ll last longer, assholes!” I screeched

One of them made a huffing motion before they stalked off, noses in the air like they were goddamn royalty.

Frank flipped them off and I did the same before hearing someone behind me laugh.

I spun round to face the person and came face to face with a young looking guy, probably about my age with a few piercing’s and an array of tattoos.

“I like the way you handled that.” he smirked at me.

Gerard stepped in front of me doing the whole protective brother thing.

“And who might you be?” he asked the fact that he was pissed off evident in his voice.

The guy raised his hands in a sad attempt to shield himself before speaking.

“Calm down man, I didn’t mean anything by it, my names Brian; I saw you guys performing and came here with an offer!” he smiled.

“Which is…?” Frank questioned.

This guy, Brian, laughed before answering.

“Cutting straight to the point, you guys have talent, you’re gonna go far, and I’m here to ask if you want me as a manager.” He smiled.