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((NATE FISHER POV))
" I heart you, I heart you NOT. "
[ OCTOBER 5TH, 2015 ]
A day passed after you failed cracking the mystery behind Oliveria's death, and you were left devestated with your thoughts and your boss's son, Damian.
You two were currently at the men's bathroom in this funeral center for Oliveria, chatting---well, maybe Damian was the only one who was talking. He seemed to notice you were dazed, out of thought. He stared at you before finally speaking up.
" Hey Nate, are you okay? We don't have to be here if you don't want to, "
He said, in which you replied that you WANTED to be here. It was true, most definitely.
" . . . Alright, we'll do our condolences and then we'll leave. "
A bit of time passed, and the two of you were approached by a nun, who seemed really insist on something, gave you a brochure, all of it.
Well, unlucky for the nun, she wasn't the only one who was insistant. After she gave you that brochure, Damian grabbed your sleeve and dragged you right out of the center and outside.
You opened the brochure and saw an ad about a band that was playing nearby, in the biggest stadium yet. Damian looked over your shoulder to also peek over, and he seemed estatic.
" They're preforming here? Oh, we definitely should see them!!---I mean, tomorrow is your day off, right? "
He said, quickly shooing you into YOUR car, already blabbering as he got into the driver's seat. You commented and questioned him if he was a fan.
" I was in a band with them! I'm friends with a few if them. "
He replied almost pridefully, in which you perked up at the mention of also being in a band with them.
" Phah, hah...wait, what do you mean 'actual band'? "
He questioned almost mock poutfully, before you laughed it off awkwardly.
He stopped at your home, parked it, and you waved him goodbye as he walked his way to his house, and you entered your apartment to finish the day off.
[ OCTOBER 6TH, 2015 ]
The next day, you woke up groggily after another nightmare. Every since that day, you never seemed to ever have gotten a goodnight's rest---but nonetheless did you turn on your flip phone, opening your messages with Damian after your phone buzzed with a notification from him.
| nate i made it happen
? |
| had to pull a lot of strings but tickets are LOCKED IN for tonight
Oh. Awesome. Thank you, Damian.|
| hehe
| meet me at the main road. i'll drive u to the venue right now
OK. |
You got dressed, and you looked around your bedroom to see if you forgot something, to the trash at the corner, to the extra books near your full bookshelf, towrads your two posters of your favorite ice hockey team, the Seaside Sharks. You were always so busy, you never had time to go to any of their games. The rest was pretty much not out of the ordinary. Seemed like nothing clicked a switch in your head. Nonetheless, you finally turned on your heel and left your cramped apartment. You met up with Damian at the enterance of the hall, and you commented of how big it was.
" Isn't it great? And it's going to be filled with people tonight! "
He cheerily said with a smile plastered on his face. You thought about not imagining having so many people coming to see you.
" Not everyone is built for it! But others was born for the stage life. "
You both laughed it off, before something caught Damian's eye and called the person over.
" Hm? Oh! Cherry! Over here! "
And once again, did you two were approached, but it was a dark skinned woman with tattooes and an edgy haircut, along with a white crop top.
" Oh. Hey Damian. What are you doing here so early? And whos this? "
She questioned. She was one of the band members---the bassist, specifically.
" . . . Oh. I see. You must be Nate. Damian talks about you a lot. "
She said. Damian shortly interrupted her and you all entered the stadium.
..Surely this won't be bad!