You signed up for a trip to London in school. But so did your overprotective and weird classmate. Millson.

"Isn't it weird that right after you signed up for this trip I ended up coming along too?!"

You roll your eyes.

"Yeah.. So lucky you came here and keep me from meeting new people.." You muttered.

You hear some hateful and loud music. You stop in your steps and turn to see a small pub. Millson looks at you.

"Hey! Don't go in there! It's in our guide of where not to go!"

You ignore him and you walk inside. You go through the crowd and get to the front. You see a rockstar. Great hair. You cant help but stare.