Chapter 2
	I held the knife, fingering the silver blade with a caress of my varnished nails. It was merely a tiny Swiss army knife, but just the feeling of the miniscule razor against the pad of my thumb was enough to soothe my jittering nerves. I was scaring the lady across from me, but I honestly didn’t care. I found it slightly amusing, actually…the way she eyed first my kohl rimmed eyes and glossed lips and then glanced at my black nails running across the flash of silver. She caught my gaze and I stared at her blankly. Her eyes quickly darted away again, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap. Sighing silently, I stared out the window at the black tunnel as it flashed past. Seconds later, I was blinded by the sun as we left the tunnel. Blinking owlishly, I let my fingers slip slightly, causing the knife to knick my finger. I jumped in surprise and looked down at my lap. My right index finger was bleeding. I quickly brought it up to my mouth as the tram doors slid open and a swarm of people leapt inside. An older woman shuffled towards my side and finding no available seats, stared down at me. I stared back, still sucking on my finger. She cleared her throat. I coughed. Finally, her weathered face crinkled into a frown. “Are you going to be a gentleman and give me your seat, young man?” I looked around at the packed train and then shook my head. “No.” She glared at me, affronted, for several seconds before squeezing away through the masses of swaying bodies. Returning to my boredom, I examined my finger and then the smear of red it had left on my knife. Even though I’d seen my own blood numerous times, I was still entranced by the sight of it. So entranced, that I accidentally missed my stop… “Damn it!” Grabbing my backpack, I leapt from my seat and dashed for the door. I barely managed to make it through the door and over the gap before the doors crashed shut behind me. Dejectedly, I looked around. Three stops too far. Sighing, I turned and started towards the archways leading to the other platform. At the same moment, a huge crowd of people came swarming towards me. I was shoved sideways, and my head made contact with something unfortunately hard, knocking me completely off my feet. Right. Out of all of the perfect breasts and arses in the underground, I had to fall into a fucking…what *had* I fallen into? Clutching my head, I looked up to see a tall (and I mean fucking tall) man with a guitar case strapped to his back looking down at me. Oo-er. “Man, are you ok?” I nodded, rubbing my head ruefully. My eyes slid to the girl he was with…she wasn’t as tall as he was, but still probably taller than I was. Short spiky chocolate hair, gorgeous eyes, and an amazingly boyish frame. Her tits were lovely too…my eyes snapped back to the tall blond as I suddenly recognized him. “Oh my God, Stefan Olsdal?” He blinked at me shocked for a minute before it hit him. “Brian Molko?” “Yeah!” And then I realized I was still sitting on the floor of the underground…Hastily I lurched to my feet; attempting to dust off whatever germs I might have been sitting in. “Fucking hell!” I grinned at him. “So—um—how are you?” Stefan shifted uncomfortably. “Good. A little tipsy I should think…” “Oh right. Sorry about that. It’s really difficult to carry a guitar around down here without whacking anyone.” Not truly paying attention to him as he rambled on about something or another, I amused myself by making eyes at the girl. “Who’s this?” I asked, interrupting him. Stefan stopped and then looked down at the girl. “Oh this is Lucille. She’s been playing in a side band with me. Lucille this is Brian Molko. I went to school with him in Luxembourg.” She smiled at me making me beam. “It’s nice to meet you.” “Likewise. What do you do in the band?” “Keyboardist, vocals.” She shrugged. “Nothing too exciting. I’ve been trying to get Stef to teach me guitar, but he hasn’t ever gotten around to it.” She glanced at him and I noticed a hint of lust in the way she looked at him. Stefan however seemed more uncomfortable than ever. Maybe he liked girls with big tits instead of perfect little ones like Lucille’s…I took this as my right to move in. “I play. I’m actually in my own band right now. I’d be happy to teach you.” Lucille cocked her head to one side and then smiled. “That’d be lovely, I’m sure. Here—” She poked Stefan. “Paper Stef?” “Um…” Stefan shifted from foot to foot, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gum wrapper. “This is all I’ve got.” Lucille shrugged and took it. “Thanks.” She pulled a pen from her own pocket and scribbled down a number. “Here you go.” I took the gum wrapper happily and slipped it into my jeans. “So…um…you’re in a band?” Stefan asked. I nodded. “Yep. We actually have a gig this Friday. You guys should come.” Stefan hesitated a minute. “Where are you guys playing?” “*Fired Up*…it’s a little club kind of thing in Soho. On sixth I think.” Stefan nodded. “Cool.” He paused again. “Well, actually we’re going to be late…so um, it was nice seeing you again Brian. C’mon Lucille.” I waved to them and winked at Lucille before they disappeared onto the train. Then I remembered that I’d slammed my head into a rock hard guitar case, and the headache returned full force. “Fuck.”
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