They were standing in a corner away from the rest of the other bands, not making a noise. A blonde and a brunette woman joined them. I wondered which one was Michelle.

I looked away quickly.

“Don’t tell Judith that I got late in here, ok? I'll be in my room." I said to Amanda, who nodded.

I ran into my room and threw my bag in the corner. My room was not messy. But this was due the fact that I spent little time in here. There was only one table with two chairs. On the table there were some pictures and an old computer.

Someone knocked on the door.

I thought it was Amanda so I invited her in.

A blonde woman came in, followed by a man with spiky black hair.

“Are you Claire?” She asked. I nodded and she reached out to me. “I'm Michelle. Producer of Avenged.”

“Oh, hi. ” I said, awkwardly. I've never worked with another producer before, you know, woman. The man smiled and waved behind her. I shook my head.

“ Syn, I will talk with the boys. Are you coming? “ Michelle asked him.

“Go ahead, I will later.” He answered a little cold. I took my eyes off of them politely and began to make rectangles on the desktop of the computer. She went out and closed the door.

He sighed and threw himself on the couch. I pretended I did not see it. Then he put a cap on his head and lit a cigarette.

“Hey! You can not smoke in here!" I said too startled to be nice.

He gave a small smile, shrugged, took a drag on his cigarette and blew it.

“Sorry.” He spoke, but seemed to feel nothing. I stared blankly at him.

“I am Synyster, by the way” He walked up to me and extended his hand. I raised my eyebrows. He chuckled at my expression. “Oh. Forget it. You can call me Brian.”

At this point, someone opened the door. A boy with black hair and green eyes.

“Excuse me... Syn, are you lost? Come on, man.“ He spoke to Brian.

Brian nodded and followed him. And I followed Brian with a glare. But before closing the door behind him, he said:

“ See you later. And oh, I'm really sorry for the cigarette. “ He said, laughing. What a strange mood. In fact, he was more for sarcastic than to good mood. It is for these crazy people I'm leaving my travel?

When I left the studio, it was too late. It remained almost nobody in the studio and most of the lights were already off. I didn’t see Brian or Michelle, or the guy with green eyes there anymore.

I locked the studio door and went to the parking lot. But then I remembered that I arrived late today, so my parking space was occupied. I left the car on the street above the studio.

I sighed and started walking.

A gust of cold air made its way among my hair, arms and legs and I shivered. I wasn’t with my coat, and it was too cold.
I looked over my shoulder and noticed two men behind me walking together in silence. I quickened my step.

“Hey, why are you walking so fast, sweetie? “ One of them shouted. I realized he was talking to me, since there was nobody else in the street. I decided to ignore because I was already very close to my car.

They continued walking behind me. When I got in the car, I stopped a moment to find the key. I looked around to see if they were still there, but they were nowhere to be found. I sighed with relief.

And then I gave a stifled cry of horror.

One of them pulled my arm, I don’t know where he came from but I was too scared to mind.

Startled, I pulled my arm.

“Calm down, we don’t need all of that. Why don’t we have a little fun? “He asked. The other man was laughing out loud.

“No thanks, I must go now. “ I said, but he grabbed my wrist again. Wrong place. I had some scars where he squeezed, and I didn’t want to make the noise that I made, but I did. I let out a low cry. They laughed.

With a disgusted look, I realized they were drunk.

I pulled my hand again, but with less force. The region where the man kept his hand was harmed, harms that I self made and because of them I couldn’t be strong enough to release the hell out of my hand! I was so stupid! Now only God knew what would happen to me as the man licked his lips and smiled in a very disgusting way to me.

The only thing I thought about in that moment was spit in his face.

He wiped his face and looked at me. There was no longer a smile on his lips. His face was angry now.

He turned his hand tightly and slapped on my face. It burned. I ran my hand on my face, angry too, ready to kick him in the crotch and scream out loud, but he grabbed my arms and threw me in the car. He started to look for the fly of my pants. I screamed again, more forcefully, but the other man pressed his hand on my mouth to muffle my cries.

“Take your hands off of her, you bastard." An unknown voice shouted. I looked up and saw Brian running to where I was.

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