I Love to Hate you (Niah and ABagOVicodin)

[Niah]

"Thank you and goodnight!" Elisa called to the crowd as their screams reached the stage in waves, she took a little bow before waving to the hundreds of fans one last time and made her way off of stage. She headed backstage, glad that their first concert as a band was finally over. It wasn't that she didn't like performing, she loved it... the rush of being on stage, the fans response, playing live music and just the fun of performing... there was nothing like it on this Earth and it was her passion. However the record company had certain ideas in mind... like this 'look' they were going for in order to go with their rock style of music. She wore black trousers and trainers which weren't bad but then on her top half she wore gothic style corsets. In order to sell records you had to have talent, good songs, a good look and sex appeal. So she supposed that's why she had to wear this, however they were quite tight and it was sometimes hard to sing with them on, hopefully after a few concerts she would get used to them.

Another thing she didn't like about this band... him. Her partner as it were, they were both the lead performers of the band and had to share the limelight with each other, which neither of them were happy about. It was sort of a love hate relationship, on stage they worked well together pulling the songs off with great precision. However once the guitars were down and the concert lights went off they were almost always on each others case.

As she made her way backstage Elisa put her long black hair up into a ponytail so that it was out of her face, which was covered in beads of sweat. Running around for hours underneath those hot concert lights was exhausting, "hey how was the concert?!" Their manager asked running up to her with great enthusiasm. "It was great" Elisa replied "good" the manager said acting like he had just gotten off lucky. "Except..." Elisa began to say "oh no" the manager said knowing what was coming. "He could have done better on his verses" she said her blue eyes sparkling with annoyance. "Yes we go through this every time... any minute now I'm sure he's going to be coming down here and say the exact same thing about you" the manager said with a sigh. Elisa simply rolled her eyes and continued towards her dressing room.

 

[ABagOVicodin]

The more silent man had enjoyed the amount of applause that the both of them had received when both him and Elisa were on the stage. He wasn't able to be as charismatic on stage as Elisa was able to be. Anthony was not able to concentrate on making the crowd happy, because paying attention to the drums was way more important to the band and to the songs. He ran his hand through his hair when the concert was over, and he dropped the drum sticks that he was using, extremely tired and ready to go to sleep. Or maybe do some... stuff. Or grab a girl from the concert that was willing to spend their time inside of his tour van. As he thought of his partner, he scowled and slowly moved into the dressing room, passing Elisa on his way. "Good job at breaking your voice on the second chorus." Anthony replied, annoyed that she had even messed up, and the fact that she gives him constant shit if he messes up. If the two of them could accept that they were human, and made mistakes, the band would be so much easier to keep together. But they both had to be up each other's asses. All the time.

Anthony took off his black jeans and black tank top, and he settled for a pair of sweat pants and a short sleeve shirt. He pulled a water bottle out of the mini-fridge in the room, and drank the bottle clean. His arms were a little sore from drumming, and his voice was slightly gone from having to sing along with her. "Although every single concert that we have had lately, you are the one who always manages to screw up a chorus. You do it so much that people think your screw up is the actual chorus." Anthony then let out a small laugh, and he moved towards his own dressing room, closing the door behind him. He moved to his desk and he looked around, moving to close his windows. He then opened a drawer underneath his desk and he stared at the bags of drugs that he had. Painkillers, cocaine, meth, ecstasy, and marijuana. He was the type of man to do these kinds of things. He didn't remember Elisa doing any of this. And he watched her constantly.