Akira looked down at himself, tight jeans with a loose t-shirt with some rock band's name on it. He had found a tank top from his neighbor and put it on underneath the shirt so that it looked like he had a bra on. He looked at himself in the mirror and found a black headband, pushing his hair back with it. “There.” He said, sighing as he looked himself up and down, “hopefully this is rocker chick enough.” He rolled his eyes and headed off to the hotel room. Once he was upstairs he was greeted by Dexter pounding on the door to wake the hungover Aeron up. “Um…sir?” he called, looking at him.

Dexter looked over and frowned, “Who are…oh, the girl from last night. What…oh Jesus Christ, are you serious? Are you the one the contract is for?” he asked.

Akira hesitated before nodding, “yeah, I hope this won’t be a problem. I know he didn’t actually consult you about the situation.”

Dexter arched an eyebrow and stepped away from the door to focus on Akira, “Can you dance?”

Akira nodded “Yes, sir.” He said. “I studied at Julliard. I’m now an instructor at a local school of dance,” he explained, “If you really must see me dance though, I would be happy to sho-“ he was cut off by the door being answered.

“What the hell, Dexter! Not one- who the hell is this chick?” he asked, looking over to Akira.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to be signing the contract then.” Akira sighed, “Look, Aeron, will you-“

“Akira! Yes!” he said and stepped back looking for the contract only to have it handed to him by Dexter, “just sign in and let’s be off. I have one hell of a headache,” he said as he motioned to the contract.

Akira frowned but took the contract anyway, “good to know that you have chosen to be a total rocker by proving that drunkenness is a perpetual state.”

Aeron looked over and glared a bit before shaking off the insult. “Whatever ice queen. You are here for one thing and one thing only, remember?”

Akira blushed and turned to sign off on the paper. “That’s correct, I’m here to dance. So let’s get on the road so I can do just that,” he hissed.

Dexter stared at the two and shook his head, running his hand down his face “god damnit…now I’ve got to deal with two teenagers. Yay me.” He said and grabbed the contract before heading out the door, “be out front in ten people.” He murmured and shut the door behind him.

Akira looked at the door then back to Aeron, “Are you going to be rude to me the entire time?” he asked, “or are we actually going to act civil with each other, because if it is the latter, honestly, I will go down there to the manager and tell him to rip up that stupid contract. I’m only doing this to show you how sorry I am.”

“Cut the crap,” Aeron said and headed out towards the door, taking Akira’s bag from him. “You make a pretty fantastic girl. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Akira looked away and mumbled a yes under his breath before looking at the bag in Aeron’s hands “I can carry that myself.”

“I’m a rock star, Akira. We have people to do this. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go,” he said and wrapped his arms around Akira’s shoulders. “Just to let you know,” he whispered in his ex-friend’s ear, “When we get on that plane your ass is mine. I’m feeling like joining the mile high club, what about you?” he snickered, “not that you have much of a choice.”

Akira’s eyes went wide, and he looked away, brushing off the arm on his shoulder, “I never thought I would say this to you Aeron, but you are absolutely disgusting,” he said, his nose slightly higher in the air than he normally carried it. Ice queen was back, and it was the only thing holding Akira together at the moment. He couldn’t believe that Aeron had been serious. Sure, he figured that he might get him to dress like a woman or maybe run around doing errands, but to force sex with him. That was low.

Aeron growled and stormed past the other, “I’m sorry that I’m not good enough for his highness.” He grumbled and headed downstairs to join the rest of the bandmates. When he got there the limo got there just in time with him storming out the front door and into the waiting arms of the limo where he proceeded to sit as far from the door as possible so he didn’t have to sit near that witch he had ensnared into a trap. How could Akira have such control over him? He shook his head and glared at the tinted window trying to melt it with his laser eyes that he didn’t have.