Drummer Girl
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Nine Inch Nails
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,352
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Nine Inch Nails. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
After the Show
The show had finished twenty minutes ago and Trent was sitting at a table backstage sipping a bottle of water. It was now the beginning of the bands three day vacation. He was watching people walk back and forth in front of him, packing up gear and hanging out, etc.
Emma was standing in a random doorway, wiping sweat off of her face with a towel. She had lost a contact during the show that night and was having fun looking around at everything, closing one eye and seeing perfectly, then the other to see vague shapes and blurry colors.
"Hey Emma... what're you doing?" Alessandro walked to her, asking why she was closing one eye and then the other.
"Oh, I was being a dork. I lost a contact." She flushed red in her cheeks, embarrassed someone saw her.
"Haha, oh okay." He laughed at her. "How long into the set?"
"Um, during Beside You In Time. I wiped my face on my shoulder and caught my eye when it was open, popped the contact out, heh. But it was alright I think." She looked to Alessandro for reassurance.
He nodded. "Didn't notice anything odd."
"Cool." She smiled, wrapping the towel around her neck. "I think I'm gonna go change now. I'll see you on the bus."
The two parted ways, Emma heading to the dressing room.
Trent noticed Emma walk into view from his right and smiled inside. He watched her as she walked across the room, rubbing the contact-less eye with her hand.
He instinctively began to admire her physique once again. She wore black gym shorts and a sports tank top. They were made of some type of spandex material, making it very easy to enjoy her figure from afar.
The tattoo on her arm was practically a shirt sleeve in itself. It ran all the way up her arm and branched out around her shoulder, ending at the top of her shoulder blades and her clavicle.
Emma was pulling the door of the dressing room open, it turning her in the direction of Trent who was looking at her. She smiled and gave him a happy wave.
Trent hoped she didn't think he was gawking, quickly waving and getting up as if that was his plan 4 seconds ago.
A sigh escaped Emma as she watched Trent walk away while the door was closing. As soon as it clicked shut she turned to see Jeordie sitting on the couch, Aaron and some of his friends hanging out, etc. She quietly walked passed them to the changing part of the room, blocked off from everyone by a large yellow-ish curtain. She pulled the curtain against the wall to make sure there were no cracks before she changed back into the clothes she was wearing earlier that day.
She began to think about the next few days, and what she was going to do. First things first, she was going to sleep for about 12 hours. Then she would definitely eat breakfast/lunch in bed whilst watching something stupid on the TV for a little while. Maybe she'd see what Trent was up too tomorrow. Maybe she'd get up a little earlier and have breakfast/lunch with him, if he was free.
The thoughts of spending time with Trent began to fill Emma with a yearn-ful sorrow. She had pulled her shirt off and stood looking at herself in the mirror, half clear half fuzzy.
There were still three more weeks of Europe dates left and it was getting a little difficult to avoid feeling something for Trent. They're bunks were 2 ft from each other in the bus, right across from one another. She was constantly gazing at him, staring into his laptop silently for hours.
She suddenly flashed back to the hand he placed on her knee earlier that day. His hand was almost as big as her knee, and she felt her skin tingle where his hand had touched as she remembered.
He had the most beautiful hands. Slender, fair skinned... he chewed his nails down to the skin, leaving no excess. She was very peculiar about nail grooming, and was very attracted to shortshort nails.
"Ehhh..." She frowned to herself in the mirror, deciding to try and stop thinking about him. As she leaned down to pick up her bag she glanced at herself in the mirror and knew that was going to be impossible...
Emma was standing in a random doorway, wiping sweat off of her face with a towel. She had lost a contact during the show that night and was having fun looking around at everything, closing one eye and seeing perfectly, then the other to see vague shapes and blurry colors.
"Hey Emma... what're you doing?" Alessandro walked to her, asking why she was closing one eye and then the other.
"Oh, I was being a dork. I lost a contact." She flushed red in her cheeks, embarrassed someone saw her.
"Haha, oh okay." He laughed at her. "How long into the set?"
"Um, during Beside You In Time. I wiped my face on my shoulder and caught my eye when it was open, popped the contact out, heh. But it was alright I think." She looked to Alessandro for reassurance.
He nodded. "Didn't notice anything odd."
"Cool." She smiled, wrapping the towel around her neck. "I think I'm gonna go change now. I'll see you on the bus."
The two parted ways, Emma heading to the dressing room.
Trent noticed Emma walk into view from his right and smiled inside. He watched her as she walked across the room, rubbing the contact-less eye with her hand.
He instinctively began to admire her physique once again. She wore black gym shorts and a sports tank top. They were made of some type of spandex material, making it very easy to enjoy her figure from afar.
The tattoo on her arm was practically a shirt sleeve in itself. It ran all the way up her arm and branched out around her shoulder, ending at the top of her shoulder blades and her clavicle.
Emma was pulling the door of the dressing room open, it turning her in the direction of Trent who was looking at her. She smiled and gave him a happy wave.
Trent hoped she didn't think he was gawking, quickly waving and getting up as if that was his plan 4 seconds ago.
A sigh escaped Emma as she watched Trent walk away while the door was closing. As soon as it clicked shut she turned to see Jeordie sitting on the couch, Aaron and some of his friends hanging out, etc. She quietly walked passed them to the changing part of the room, blocked off from everyone by a large yellow-ish curtain. She pulled the curtain against the wall to make sure there were no cracks before she changed back into the clothes she was wearing earlier that day.
She began to think about the next few days, and what she was going to do. First things first, she was going to sleep for about 12 hours. Then she would definitely eat breakfast/lunch in bed whilst watching something stupid on the TV for a little while. Maybe she'd see what Trent was up too tomorrow. Maybe she'd get up a little earlier and have breakfast/lunch with him, if he was free.
The thoughts of spending time with Trent began to fill Emma with a yearn-ful sorrow. She had pulled her shirt off and stood looking at herself in the mirror, half clear half fuzzy.
There were still three more weeks of Europe dates left and it was getting a little difficult to avoid feeling something for Trent. They're bunks were 2 ft from each other in the bus, right across from one another. She was constantly gazing at him, staring into his laptop silently for hours.
She suddenly flashed back to the hand he placed on her knee earlier that day. His hand was almost as big as her knee, and she felt her skin tingle where his hand had touched as she remembered.
He had the most beautiful hands. Slender, fair skinned... he chewed his nails down to the skin, leaving no excess. She was very peculiar about nail grooming, and was very attracted to shortshort nails.
"Ehhh..." She frowned to herself in the mirror, deciding to try and stop thinking about him. As she leaned down to pick up her bag she glanced at herself in the mirror and knew that was going to be impossible...