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Oh God, oh God …

Our eyes were still locked and he smirked.

I. Was. Going. To. Die.

My face must have shown that I was really panicking because he started to laugh. Damn I wanted to slap him in the face… But I was so terrified. 

"Alright people, alright!" Bruno said rising his hand "You wanna hear another song? Alright, I'm gonna do one more but it isn't one of my song." He did a sign to his band and grabbed his mint green guitar. I realized I was still on Al's shoulders so I quickly hopped down. 

"What happened?" he asked. 

"Nothing, don't worry" I lied. 

"So," Bruno started "This song is for someone I met today and well…" He laughed and looked in my direction.

"I wake up every evening

With a big smile on my face

And it never feels out of place.

And you're still probably working

At a 9 to 5 pace

I wonder how bad that tastes"

My mouth dropped open. He was really singing this song for me? Or at least about me.

"When you see my face

I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way

I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell"

People started to sing with him and I suddenly wanted to leave the auditorium.

"Al, I need to go." 

"Wait, why?" Alex asked, confused.

"Al, please, I feel sick." 

"Oh, I see, let's go," My head hurt but we started to walk through the crowd. I suddenly heard the girls at the front go hysterical. Bruno had left the stage and was now singing on the ground. He hugged some fans, waved at others but he was clearly going to my direction. Oh God, oh God. I don't know but in less than 30 seconds, Curly Hair was standing in front of me.

"And truth be told I miss you

And truth be told I'm lying"

He had a big smile on his face and was slowly approaching me, like he was tasting the best revenge ever. I wondered why there was a space between the other people and us. Why were we the centre? Oh dear … Will this song ever end?

"When you see my face

Hope it gives you hell, Hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way

Hope it gives you hell, Hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well

Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell"

He inched closer again and again until I could even smell his cologne. I couldn't believe Bruno Mars was humiliating me in front of 1,000 people. I could already see the videos on Youtube in my head. My life was ruined. Only because of damn Curly Hair.

When he finally ended the song, he kissed my hand and smirked at me. Everyone started to cheer him. Most of the girls were screaming. I was so shocked that I couldn't move and Bruno rapidly went back on stage. He waved to someone, thanked all the people once again and quickly disappeared. 

“Babe, are you alright?” No Al, I wasn't alright but I just grumbled something like 'Let's move' Most of the people were staring at me and I looked to the ground. I felt so ashamed.

Unfortunately, I bumped into someone. This time, I didn't shout at him like I did with Curly Hair. Imagine, it could be Justin Bieber! Turns out it wasn’t Justin Bieber, instead it was a tall bald guy. He was clearly the type of guy who never smiled.

“Would you follow me, miss.” 

“What? But what have I done?” 

“Just follow me.” 

“Tell me or Al will beat you up!” I wasn't sure it was a good idea to threaten that enormous bald dude. I mean, Al was muscular – he was a surfer – but like… In David and Goliath, he would totally be David. Thank God, Al would not be murdered tonight by Bald Man because the latter answered, “Bruno asked you backstage.” 

“Bruno Mars?” I stupidly asked. 

“Nope, Bruno Samartino,” said the bald guy, sarcastically. I clearly didn't want to go backstage and meet Bruno Mars. This time, I wouldn't be the boss like I had been in Starbucks. 

“He told me that if you didn't want to go, he would come out to you,” added Bald Man. I didn’t want to create a scene so I acquiesced. 

“Fine, I'll follow you,” I groaned. 

“Er … I'll wait for you outside,” said Al. He was always one to avoid a scene.

I followed Mr Bald Man though few corridors and I started to hear some laughs. He eventually opened a big door, and there stood Bruno Mars and his band. They were all laughing but stopped when they saw me. 

“Oh! Hello Miss Coffee!” Bruno waved at me. That was the moment where I was supposed to slap him in the face, yell at him and throw him my bag in his balls, but instead, I froze and started to get nervous in front of all these guys. “So, you’re speechless now?” asked Bruno with a smile that made me want to kill him. 

“No,” I articulated. 

“Ahhhhh good! Did you know you’re a lot of nicer when you're not yelling?” I just stayed quiet out of shame.

“Settle down bro, no need to make fun of that lady, it's pretty clear she regrets it,” The Phil guy got up from his seat and glared at Bruno. Oh God, this guy was so nice. 

“Thank you,” I said defiantly. 

“No need to sweetheart. Sometimes, Bruno can be a big ass,” Then, he smiled at me while Bruno groaned something. I smiled at Curly Hair and he started to sulk. 

“Even my best friend is against me,” he said to himself. He knew I was winning this round. His friends liked me.

“I'm Philip Lawrence, this is Phred, Eric, Kenji, Kam, Jay and Dwayne,” I waved at them and they all started to talk to me at the same time. They all looked so nice and a bonded family. 

“What do you do?” 

“I'm a designer for New Era Caps,” I explained. 

“Really? That's awesome!” said Jay with a slight smile on his face.

Then, a very tall dude walked to my direction. He had big muscles, but not like Bald Man had, he was REALLY muscular. He had black hair and his skin was tanned. 

“You're really a designer for New Era caps?” he asked me. 

“Sure am! See that?” I showed him a snapback Melly made for me that I always snap around my belt. “That's one of the best caps my friend made for me. I can create any cap, as long as I make good benefits,” I said, proudly. 

“Hmm, this could be interesting. I’m Ryan Kamora, Bruno's personal assistant. I was thinking about making some Bruno Mars merchandise caps sometime ago. Do you think New Era would like to make a limited Bruno Mars edition?” I thought about his proposition quickly. Justin Bieber made his own limited New Era cap once and we earned a lot of money from it. Maybe it could work with Bruno Mars. People liked him a lot, or at least, they didn't hate him. 

“Well, why not? It could be a good idea. But first, I’ve got to talk to my boss.” 

“Heyyyy, wait a second!” Bruno exclaimed. “I don’t even get a say in this?” 

“Oh come on Cur- Bruno!” I quickly corrected myself, “you're scared to work with me? That's why you're not up for this?” I asked him while trying to supress my laughter. Mars frowned, gave me the I-Hate-You-Bitch look and finally said. 

Hey guys, you might remember this "thing". Well someone kindly proposed me to correct all my wonderful mistakes, syntaxe and a bit everything actually hahaha. It's just a way nicer to read indeed.

"Hey babe, wake up," I grumbled something and grabbed my pillow. Just let me sleep! 

"Baby, really, wake up, I've got a surprise for you," I suddenly woke up at the word 'surprise' and saw the grey eyes of my boyfriend staring at me. Al smiled and gave me a cup of tea.

"Wow, you brought me breakfast in bed, it must be a good surprise," He started to laugh and his straight blonde hair moved. God I was addicted to his hair. I tasted the tea and nearly spit it. It was disgusting. I smiled to Al, pretending it was good but carefully put it away. 

"So are you going to wait for me to throw tea in your face or are you going to tell me what's happening?" He smiled. 

"Right, you know Rod?" I nodded, "Well his girlfriend dumped him yesterday but he was supposed to take her to a concert tonight. He didn't want to go to the Bruno Mars concert alone so he gave me his tickets." 

"Bruno Mars? This dude who sings Grenade and Just The Way You Are? It seems nice," I said, leaving the warmth of my bed. Al frowned. 

"I thought you would be more excited." He looked a bit disappointed. 

"I am. It's just that I've got a lot of work and going to a concert tonight is not gonna help me," I explained him before kissing him on his cheek.

"I gotta to work" I shouted from the bathroom. 

"You wanna have some waffles?" Al yelled back from the kitchen. I didn't like waffles but I knew he cooked them and I didn't want to vex him. 

"No thanks," I simply replied while I grabbed my jacket, my keys and my helmet.

I jumped on my bike but before going to Buffalo – where I was a New Era's caps designer – I stopped at a Starbucks to buy a mocha. Al was adorable to make me a tea but it was absolutely disgusting. I was leaving a dollar tip when suddenly…. 

"What the fuck?!" I yelled. Someone had bumped into me and split his hot coffee all over me

"Oh my Gosh, I am so sorry …" The dude who just burnt me was small and had curly hair. He really looked sorry but when I was angry, nobody could stop me. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Okay, look, I'm really sorry …" 

"That was my favourite shirt you dumbass," That was actually a lie. I didn't give a fuck about this shirt. 

"I'm really sorry then, I'll buy you a new one." 

"Yeah, you better!" 

"Now listen to me! I apologized; I was nice to you and proposed you to buy you a new shirt. I think I've got the right to be talked like I'm not shit!" 

I was surprised that Curly Hair had such a loud voice but I was too pissed off. 

"You know what you are? An asshole!" We were creating a huge scene but I didn’t care.

Curly Hair glared at me. He put his hand and his pocket and threw me two 50 dollar bills in my face. "There is 100 dollars to buy your fucking shirt bitch" Before I had the time to slap him, he left the Starbucks. I quickly followed him, heading home to change my clothes.

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"You home already? Oh…” he looked at my shirt, “What happened?" Al had just come out of the shower. 

"Some stupid ass split his coffee on me," I explained. 

"Do you know him?" 

"No, I was at a Starbucks," Al froze. 

"You were at a Starbucks?" He looked offended.

"Oh please Al-" 

"I was just asking why you were at a coffee shop? You just had some tea," His voice was cold as he interrupted me. I paused, my mouth hanging open. It was just a coffee. 

"Constance, answer me!" Oh God… He thought I was with another guy! But I just couldn't tell him his tea sucked. 

"I was hungry and bought a muffin," I tried to explain.

"I asked you if you some waffles twenty minutes ago!" 

"Damn Alex!! I don't like waffles and you know what? Your tea SUCKED. I said it now. Satisfied?" I slammed the door as I left.

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I couldn't focus. Al and I never fight. I was just supposed to drink a mocha, go to work and Al would never have known anything.

Fuck you Curly Hair! I tried to remember what he looked like. He was wearing a black leather jacket, his curly hair was messy and he was small. That's all I can remember. I was too focused on yelling at him.

"... And I was just wondering if we should rather have the original logo on the back. What do you think?" Melly’s long blonde hair flicked over her shoulder as  she looked at me.

"Shmmm… What? Oh sorry Melly, what did you say? I wasn't listening," Melly half smiled – half sighed and put down the cap she was holding. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

At this very moment, I wanted to hug her and tell her how much I loved her. Melly was the best, best-friend you could ever have. She knew when something was wrong, listened to you and gave you the best advice. Even though she could be extremely shy sometimes. 

"Al and I had a fight." 

"Why?" She looked worried

I quickly explained to her about the tea, Curly Hair and waffles.

"Well, don't worry about that. He wanted to know why you were at a Starbucks because he cares about you. It's better to have a caring boyfriend than a stupid jerk. And I'm pretty sure he will realize you lied to him because you didn't want to hurt him. Tonight, everything is gonna be forgotten." 

"I hope… We were supposed to see a Bruno Mars concert tonight… I hope I didn't screw up everything." 

"You're going to a Bruno Mars concert? That's awesome! He will sing some love songs and Al and you will be back together like before" 

"Awww, thank you Banana for comforting me!" She laughed at the nickname I had given her when we were 15 as we went back to work.

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"Al? I'm home!" I put a bag on the table. It was chocolate lollipops that Al loved. I really wanted to make up. 

"Hey love!" He arrived from the kitchen, a towel on his shoulder. He was wearing a pair of straight jeans and one of his random tee-shirts.

"I … I wanted to apologize," I softly said, looking at the floor. 

"That's alright babe. Everyone has their little secrets. That's not a big deal if you don't like my tea or waffles." 

"I didn't want to hurt you." I said earnestly. 

"I know." He smiled in forgiveness.

"I bought this for you," I showed him the bag. When he discovered the lollipops, he just hugged me tight. I smiled with happiness. Our routine was back. 

"Al, I can't breathe!" We both laughed and I put my head on his chest. He was so much taller than me!

We ate French food that Al had cooked (Thank God it tasted good). It was time to go. I just dressed like always. Jeans, an old sweatshirt and my khaki jacket. Bruno Mars, here I come!

There were already a lot of people when we arrived. We weren't late but we weren't early either. Al's friend had bought tickets on the floor so, we were just in the middle of the audience and I couldn't see much. I hated being so small! I could hear some noisy girls at the front shouting 'Hooligans' and other stuff. Crazy girls. Ten minutes later, Mars finally arrived with his band.

There was a guy who was wearing squared glasses, another with long dreadlocks. Oh my Gosh! My ex-lunch lady was playing drums for Bruno Mars! Then I realized it was a guy. Fail.

The dude at the bass had the coolest hair that I really wanted to touch. A tall slim Asian guy was smiling and waving to the crazy girls at the front. Finally, there were three dudes at the back that I couldn't see very much of.

Mars was exactly dressed like I saw in some magazines. Vans, skinny jeans, stripped tee-shirt, Ray-Bans and a fedora hat. I tried to see his face a bit closer but there were too many tall people in front of me.

He started to sing a song about death. I heard some people telling 'The Other Side'. Then Just The Way You Are came. He sang about ten songs and I was really surprised cause he sounded great live. You know, there are very few people who can sing properly without auto-tune shit. Well, Bruno Mars was one of those people and I totally respected him for that.

He also was funny. After singing Grenade, someone threw a fake grenade to the guy with squared glasses. Bruno had a sort of reflex and caught the grenade. After that, he started to sing "I'd catch a grenade for Phil, throw my hand in a blade for Phil …" It was really funny and I wondered if Phil and Bruno were together. They seemed very close, like there was a bond between them.

My favourite song was definitely Top of the World (Alex had found the program). It said that if you worked hard, something good would happen to you.

Mars ended the concert with Talking to the Moon. He gave all his heart to this song which gave me goosebumps.

Everybody clapped him and I was surprised to be one of the people who were shouting it was great. Al whistled him. Then the audience began to say "Encore! Encore!" and I joined them with pleasure.

Suddenly, Al lifted me and I found myself on his shoulders. The view was way better! I could see Bruno properly now. His skin was tanned and he had perfect white teeth. He thanked the crowd, took off his glasses and his hat because he was all sweaty.

I was still cheering him when I realized he had curly hair. The exact same messy, black curly hair that was in Starbucks. I tried to convince myself it couldn't be the dumbass dude but I could have recognized his curly hair anywhere.

Then I realized I was on Al's shoulders and that Mars could see me. Damn, I yelled at Bruno Mars. I treated him an asshole and dumbass. He could put me in jail, make me homeless… Well, maybe that was a bit of an over-reaction.

Totally panicking, I shouted to Al to put me down. He was surprised but he slowly let me down. Released, I quickly glanced at Curly Hair – thank God, we would never see each other again – but at that moment he locked his brown eyes in mine. Those were the five longest seconds of my life.

Chapter 1:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/1/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 2:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/2/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 3:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/3/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 4:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/4/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

CHapter 5:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/5/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 6:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/6/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 7:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/7/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 8:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/8/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 9:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/9/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 10:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/10/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

Chapter 11:http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2951969/11/Show_Me_Your_Peter_Side

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"I'm gonna miss you baby" Al said. I mentally awwwwwwwwwwwwwed and took him in my arms. "I told you I could have stayed" I said even though I was now ready. I convinced myself that nothing will happen during these three months. I promised myself that NOTHING would happen with Peter. Nothing. I was only going to be friendly and that was all. "Come on … It's a big opportunity, you're not gonna miss it" he replied. I smiled and turned to Melly. I nearly burst out loud when I saw she was about to cry. "You're not gonna cry, are you?" I teased her. "I know you're very independent and that you can go through anything but me, I'm going to be … lost without you." "Awwww, stop it or I'm not gonna be able to leave" She automatically stopped complaining and made a big fake smile. I laughed and looked at my watch. Peter was late. As always. We were going back to LA for two days (I wasn't sure but I guessed it was because he needed to pack appropriate clothes and maybe spend a day at the studio. He was a crazy worker) and then, hello Europe. I wasn't going to lie: I was pretty much excited. Being payed to do what I love, listening to good music, shopping, eating brand new things … It was going to be epic.

I had to quit my job. My boss was sad that I was leaving but he promised to take me back as soon as I would be back. I already had tons of ideas for the videos and I definitely had to talk with Bruno otherwise, I was going to release a new video every day.

"Constance. We've got a little thing for you" I raised an eyebrow when I saw Al and Melly taking something from nowhere. It was quite a big box. "What the hell?" I said "I don't want your stupid present. I'm not gonna die. No need to offer me something" They laughed. "Oh come on. Just accept it. Furthermore, you need it" I rolled my eyes and angrily took the box. It was a big, professional camera, the sort of thing that took beautiful pictures and cost A LOT of money. "If I wasn't in a good mood, I would have both slapped you in the face" I said. "We love you too" Melly laughed and I went hugging them. "Okay, let's take a pic of you before I leave" I said to them. I tuned the camera on, waited them to be on a good pose and I took the picture. "You're a lovely couple!" someone exclaimed. Peter walked to us with his gray suitcase. "Thank you but I'm kindof with Constance" Al said and shake Bruno's hand. "Yeah, I know that" Curly Hair replied while he went kissing Melly on the cheek. His tone was dry and ironic. I frowned at him and he settled down his sarcasm. I looked aroun him. No Tipree. But wait, I kinda don't care where is Tipree. I'm not jealous or anything. "Nice camera" Peter complimented me. "Prepare yourself to be paparazzied. This camera must take the coolest pictures and videos of all time" He guffawed and for the second time, Al took something from nowhere and gave it to Peter. We all guessed what it was due to the shape of a guitar shell. "It's my Gibson man. You deserve it more than me" "What? No I can't, this guitar is a treasure" Bruno stepped back. "Come on. If there's someone who deserves a guitar like this, it's you. You're the most awesome live singer I ever heard and if this guitar is so unique, I won't need it because I didn't even realize it was so rare" Bru starred at the guitar shell, shot a glance at me and finally took it, extremely carefully. "I really appreciate it man. I don't have enough word to thank you." His voice was honest and full of feelings. God, how could he give so much with a simple 'thank you'? He looked very blessed and shocked, like something smacked him in the face. I mentally slapped myself in the face; STOP finding him all cute. A robotic lady voice interrupted us. The flight for LA was starting to board. I kissed Al, said goodbye another time (I thought Mel was going to break down so I just quickly ran in the plane to make it less hurtful), followed by Peter who was laughing. LA and Europe, get ready because the Hooligans are gonna blow your mind.

"Hey Brunito!" I said. Bru turned his head to me and I took a pic. I frowned. "Why are you all sad?" "I'm not sad" "I'm not retarded" I crossed my arms. "It's just that … Alex surprised me. I thought he was a selfish, drunk idiot but he's actually nice. I mean, he gave me a guitar that value 5000$ and …" He stopped his phrase. And? AND? NIGGA, FUCKING FINISH YOUR PHRASES. I wanted to scream. Pffffffffffff. I raised an eyebrow. Never mind, one day, I will make him drunk and he will tell me about all his mysterious phrases and looks. "Brunito is nice by the way" he smirked "Hum yeah but I don't know … It makes me think of my father. His name was Bruno too. I think I'm gonna call you Burrito. Bruno, Brunito, Burrito … Get it?" "Did you just mention your father?" I had a mini heart attack and turned white. Dammit, I was talking about my past to Peter AGAIN. "Nope" I just drily replied. He gave up but was still looking at me with his curious glow in the eyes.

"Why don't you answer to your fans by the way?" I asked to change the convo. "What?" "They all complain to me that you never answer" "I do answer! Sometimes … It makes my answer like the 8th Wonder Of The World and they are even more happy you know" "Not stupid sir, not stupid … And what happened to your lost cell phone?" "I still don't know where it is …" I rolled my eyes, amused "You're lucky the person who got it didn't release your pics or celebs numbers ..." "Yeah I know, I found it strange … Anyway, as soon as I'm back in LA, I'm buying a new phone" I looked away, I could talk hours with him but there was one question which was running in my head. Even though no one cared. He seemed to realize it because he pushed my knee (God our knees must be bounded) and wondered with his puppy brown eyes "Waddup?" I didn't answer immediately and looked at the lady next to me. "Where is Tipree?" I suddenly shoot. He sighed, annoyed. "She's not here" "Oh really?" "She's in New York. I asked her to not coming to the airport" Wut? "I told you our relationship was weird. She looks okay but I still remember what she done to me. I ain't stupid" "And this must be the first time in your life" He burst out loud.

"LA, there I go!" I never went here and let me tell you it's hot. Dammit, I packed for Europe, not for LA. "Leggo home" Peter said. A random dude waved to him and gave him some keys which happened to be the keys of his black Cadillac. "I don't understand .. You're a billionaire and you just afford a Cadillac. If I was you, I would have bought a Mustang or a 1973 Impala" "You even know cars … Come on girl, why aren't you already married?" "I'm annoying" I explained, laughing. "Yeah, that's an excellent reason. And I just wanna stay normal. I don't need expensive things" I smiled to show I respected his choices. "You should consider buying some new clothes though …" I teased him.

His house was on the top of an hill. It was big. Definitely too big for a single dude. "Edwin Street …" I mumbled "Don't tell anyone please" "I'm not retarded, thank you"

"I don't know … you can take any room. It's only for two nights though" He threw his package randomly on the floor and I picked it up and placed it on the couch. He raised an eyebrow "I know you're Bruno Mars but hey, you wanna be normal, don't you?" He shook his head, amused. "You wanna swim in the swimming pool?" he proposed "I wished … If only I had a swimming suit" I lied. "And this is where I thank God to have four sister who always forget their clothes" I started to panic. If there was something I was insecure about me, it was my body. There wasn't any way I was going to show it to Peter. I would be ashamed until the end of my life. "No it's okay mate. I'm a bit tired. I think I'm gonna take a nap and this is it" "Oh okay" He didn't insist and I ran away the more rapidly I could. Thank God. I was in a random corridor and I decided to sneak out a bit everywhere. Yeah, I was curious, but who wasn't? He obviously liked the white color … or he didn't have the time to decorate his house. The second option sounded more probable. If I lived around here, I would have done thousands things to this house. I was also surprised by the quantity of personal pictures hanging on the wall: none. I've always been used to live in places where there were tons of personal pictures everywhere. My flat was full of pics of Mel, Al, I and other people … Peter worked too much seriously … "Ryan and Dre are coming tonight" Bruno informed me, coming out from nowhere. He had grab a fedora and was wearing it 'his way'. "Oh that's cool! Do you need me to pick up some food or something?" I asked "I kinda can't cook so I was thinking about ordering some Chinese food" "WHAT? This isn't healthy at all mister" "I know" he said and looked away, ashamed. I smiled. "Okay, I'm going to a Walmart, buy some stuff and make you something 'A la Constance'" "But …" I gave him the Don't-Try-To-Argue look and ordered him to give me his Cadillac's keys.

Should I take two or three chicken packs? Hum Ryan and Dre would be here and let be honest Dre wasn't slim. I finally took four, picked two pineapples and grabbed a bottle of Canada Dry (I knew there was already alcohol at Bru's house …)

"What is it?" Peter asked "Let me alone. I need all my swag to full your stomach" he laughed and started playing ukulele and humming his future hits. Ryan and Dre arrived at 9 with packs of beers. "That smells so damn good!" Ryan exclaimed and looked at me with the same expression that Jam, Phred and Ari had in New York when I was talking to Peter. "It's going to be fun to have a girl on tour with us!" "Yes, I heard you had two buses. I want to have one by myself to avoid all of you snoring" He guffawed and I punched Dre who was trying to steal one of my chicken wing. "Back off" He frowned at me and I crossed my arms on my chest. I ain't scared of you Bald Man. He gave up, caught one beer and turned on the basket-ball channel.

"Sweet Lord, that was delicious" Ryan said and throwing his 8th bone in the trash plate. "Chicken, pineapple, sugar and water. Nothing more easier" "That reminds me so much of Hawaii!" "You already knew each other before?" I asked "We're kinda best friends forever" Bruno said, rubbing his stomach. "You are? God, I thought Phil was your BFF …" "Nahhhhh, Phil's more my music's wife. Ryan … Ryan is my wife" They laughed and gently fought each other. "What a lovely couple" I teased them and Dre agreed. "By the way … What's your aim for the videos and stuff?" Ryan wondered "I kinda don't know. I will surely annoy you 7/7, 24/24 recording you but that will make nice videos to put on Elektra. I heard something about a site called Tumblr. It's getting high and looks a good way to promote the tour with photos … What do you think?" "I make music, you make internet things, that's all I need"