Opposite au but Tord is still the normal Tord just a bit shy.

No part 2~ so stop.

Enjoy~

Tom's P.O.V

"I won't be seated with you guys then?" I asked as I frown.

"I can feel you frowning Tom." Edd replied from the other line of the phone.

I blinked as I tried to stop myself from being sad. But this was my first time being in an Award show, an ACTUAL AWARD SHOW and I won't be able to sit with my group of friends throughout the whole night.

It was making me a bit nervous.

"But why can't we be seated together?" I asked, trying to sound happy as I can be knowing that Edd gets worried very easily.

"Well... You're a solo artist Tom, me and the others are in a band together. Which means we'll be sitting with different bands as well. Since you're a solo artist... You'll be sitting with other solo artists as well." Edd explained,

I just sighed, finally understanding what he meant. I nodded my head slowly, "okay then.. But we'll meet up after the awards night right? To have a drink?"

"Oh! Of course why no--"

"HEY! THE STYLIST IS LOOKING FOR YOU, YOU TWERP! GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE AND GO THERE!"

"EEH?!?! O-OKAY!!! I'M SORRY!!" I heard Edd hand the phone to someone else and ran off,

"Hey! Is this Tommy boy?" Matt's voice rang through, It made me giggle,

"I guess Edd got in trouble because of me?" I asked nervously, I heard him chuckle,

"Yeah kinda but nah, don't worry Tommy. We'll see ya later tonight yeah?" Matt asked, his voice still sounds as stirn and rough ever since the last we were trainees.

Too bad we weren't accepted to the same company. I got into a different one. Also I was planning on being in their band... But I guess fate had a different plan.

Their band got popular pretty easily since Edd had the most amazing voice and Matt was amazing on the drums in additional to Eduardo who now plays the base, which was supposed to be for me but the company thought that my skills weren't that... Good enough. Then there's Jon who plays the keyboard. He is like Matt, yelling and being mean but he still his soft side. Then their producer, which was Mark. A cold on the outside but warm in the inside person.

The company made me audition to a different, small company. Since I wasn't that much great at base, I just sang. To which what met their standards and took me as their very first artist and producer since I also liked making songs of my own.

But finally, the years I spent not being able to see my family and hangout with them and my friends were over because now, I have also reached their level.

I smiled, "Yeah, I'll see you guys soon." I replied. Tears started prickling to the side of my eyes. I shook my head, 'I shouldn't really be crying, I should be happy!! Even if we aren't gonna be seated together. We'll still be hanging out after!'

"Also, Don't talk to an artist that always brings out the cold and negative aura. I forgot his name but he's annoying." he finished before hanging up on me.

I pulled my phone away from my ear and stared at it, "an artist?"

"Thomas! The stylist is here! Smudge ice all over your face now." My manager, Jelikar said to me as she tapped my shoulder. I turned to her and gave her a smile.

"Alright!"

-after dressing up-

"You look absolutely dashing Thomas." Jelikar complimented as I slowly walked to the human sized mirror.

I was wearing a white long sleeves, blue neck tie, black pants and black shoes.

Good thing the stylist didn't put on too much make-up. Just a small eye shadow and a blush. My hair wasn't really touched, they just applied some gel then I was good to go.

I began to think about what's gonna happen during the show. Since I won't be having any of the staff or the manager to sit with me... Obviously.

I released a loud sigh, basically I'll be all alone as a new rising artist...

"Hey, is something the matter? Are you not feeling well? Or is this about the seating arrangement again?" Jelikar asked with one of her eyebrows raised.

I nodded which made her shake her head with a smile on her face.

"Tommy, sweetie. It'll all be alright. All the other solo artist up there with you are nice. Well that's what I'm hoping. But I'm sure they aren't gonna do anything to you. You don't even have to do anything, just smile and wave to fans and the camera occasionally." she says, it made me feel a bit relax and assured.

I will be okay.

I smile to her and nodded. She smiled back as she patted my shoulder.

"Manager, we should get going. To the car now." one of the staff's said, Jelikar nodded and looked at me.

I took a deep breath, "Okay, Let's get my first 2 awards manager. I promise I won't disappoint you!"

"That's the spirit! You should show that kind of personality. Be yourself, I just know you'll be able to make a friend or two during the Awarding."

-In the opening of the Awards-

I sat on my chair and looked around me.

I didn't know why but I felt like my chair was at the very top of the 'chair chain'.. And there were flashing lights on me and some of the cameras were focused on me.

I was just nervously waving at them and keeping on a smile on my face. That I had worn since I walked on the red carpet.

Come to think of it, the manager was right. Everyone was nice, they greeted me with a bow or a congratulations. Which made me feel a bit comfortable. But the atmosphere was absolutely new.

Though I felt happy, really happy. But I wasn't used to the attention. It was overwhelming.

"GOOD EVENING EVERYONE!!!" one of the Hosts greeted making everyone avert their attention to the stage and scream.

I sighed, "Thank god..." I mumbled as I massaged my cheeks. My face muscles are hurting from keeping a smile for longer than I actually can...

"First time?"

A sweet accented voice rang beside me. I turned to the source of the voice. Seeing a guy, about the same age as me, staring blankly on the big screen just above the stage.

He was wearing a dark red tux over his red turtle neck, dark red pants and black shoes. He had this weird hairstyle that made him look like some kind of a demon.

"Y-yeah.. It is. It's making me nervous." I replied as I looked down on my lap. Wait no. Jelikar said I should be who I am and show my real personality..

"But it absolutely feels amazing!!" I blurted out with a smile. The guy seemed to jolt up in surprise before turning to me,

"Amazing? Didn't you just say that you were nervous?" he asked, still wearing that blank stare.

I just smiled, "Yeah! But the overwhelming feeling of it just feels surreal!! Since it's my first time actually getting an Award. I'll cherish this feeling forever!" I say as I giggle to myself.

"O-oh..." he mumbled, still looking at me. That's when I noticed that he had bangs over his eye. Like mine but on the opposite side.

No One's P.O.V

Tord was only staring at Tom who kept on talking about how nervous he was feeling. Tord was never engaged to this kind of conversation.

One where there were no scripts.. Unlike he had in every interview or interaction he had.

He knew all about the rumors about him being cold and negative looking but it was the role that he was put up for.

But in truth he was just a shy and timid person.

So for being able to be seated with a new arising artist. He was surprised of how open and jolly the guy was. Like he was talking to Tord like a friend. Tord never had friends because of his shyness.

That's also the reason why his manager thought of giving him the cold and negative persona. But he wasn't all that...

"Hey, hey! Did you know?!" The jolly Brit turned to him with a smile. Making his heart skip a beat. 'Odd..' Tord thought.

"Before I became an artist, I was a farmer." The Brit said which made Tord listen in. He wasn't like this before... Tord thought that he, himself was also acting weird.

"A farmer?"

"mmHmm!" The Brit nodded with a grin plastered on his face, "One of my best friends who is also here right now, Matt was  walking by while I just got finished feeding my grandparent's cows. Then I called out to him, 'HEY MATT!!' and he turned to me and greeted me back with his usual: 'What?' look.

And so I said, 'Do you know how to count cows?' he told me that to use numbers then in mid sentence I cut him by saying, 'WITH A COWCULATOR!!'.

I don't remember what really happened clearly. But I remember how I ended up getting my head smack." Tom finished as he scratched his head then laughed.

When his laughter died down, He soon realized that the guy beside him had his face turned away from him. Tom thought that he must have offended or bored the artist out.

His smile turned into a frown, "I-I'm sorry, I must have said too much.. I-..I.. I'm gonna shut my mouth no--"

"hahahhaahahahahahaha"

Tom heard a very genuine laugh. His eyes widened as he turned to the artist who was now covering his mouth. Trying to contain his laughter in.

Seeing the artist laugh because of him made Tom laugh at himself as well.

Forgetting about what was happening in the Awards.

-The day after the Awards-

Tom heard knocking on the door, he slowly rose up from his bed, head still spinning from drinking with his friends after the show last night.

When he opened the door he was immediately tackled to the ground by his manager and his group of friends who were all wearing masks and disguises.

"HEEEEEYYY!!! I'M STILL DIZZY! AND YOU'RE ALL SQUISHING MEEEEE!!!!"

"OH MY GOD THOMAS YOU JUST MADE HISTORY!!" his Manager shouted as she stood up and went to the living room.

Tom, confused, he was about to ask when he was pulled up by his Friends Edd and Matt and brought him to his living room and seated him in the middle of his sofa.

"Just what is going on?! Why are all of you here?!" Tom asked, head spinning from the confusion.

His manager squealed as she turned on his smart TV and turned to the news channel.

"Hey! I'm really confused! What's happening--"

"The 'Cold Prince' Artist, Tord Larssean was caught staring and cheering for the new arising artist, Thomas Ridgewall?!"

It then shows a video of the guy Tom was sitting with during the Awards, smiling at Tom while he was claiming his trophy on stage. He then clapped when Tom finished his acceptance speech.

Tom's manager then turned to another news channel,

"It has said that the 'Cold Prince', Tord Larssean engaged the conversation first! He was never seen doing things like this to his past seatmates during Award shows! Or anywhere for that matter!!"

Then they showed a clip of the artist leaning closer to Tom, whispering to his ear.

Then Jelikar switched channels again,

"Yesterday, during the Awards Night of our Artist. A new arising artist, Thomas Ridgewall made the 'Cold and Timid' artist, Tord Larssean laugh?! Let's watch the clip caught by a fellow Fan!"

Then it showed a video of him and the artist he was seating beside with laughing and talking with smiles on their faces.

"The two are now said to be the opposites! But are we now seeing the two have friendship bloom between them?! Or something more?"

Then Tom's Manager switched to another channel again,

"We are now waiting for the two to have to speak for themselves for this unusual phenomenal scene! Are the two friends? Will the two announce their friendship or something far from that?

And that's all for our News today! Have a good day!"

Then his manager turned off the TV, turning to Tom with a smile on her face, "YOU ACTUALLY MADE HIM LAUGH!!"

Tom, confused, he turned to his friends, "What is happening? Can you please fill me up on what's happening?!"

Edd, Matt, Jon, Eduardo and Mark only stared at Tom with widened eyes.

"The guy you were seated with in the Awards..." Edd started, eyes still widened.

"W-what? Who was he? Why are you-- WHY IS EVERYBODY MAKING A BIG DEAL ABOUT THAT?!" Tom shouted, still confused.

"Tommy." Matt started, walking over to Tom and put his hands on Tom's shoulders. Looking down at his short friend.

"Y-yes?"

"remember when I told you about not to talk to an artist who gives off an cold and negative aura?" Matt asked,

"Y-yes? Why?"

"He was the one you were seated with. Tord Larssean, the most popular artist for his cold and numb look. Also born with the richest people in the world--"

They all heard a knocking on Tom's door. All of their head's turned to the door's direction.

"Who was late to the 'ritual'?" Tom asked playfully, even at situations like this he was still able to keep his jolly and optimistic personality intact which he thought was funny.

He went to answer, "Now who is late to our 'ritual'?"

He opened the door and there stood the so called, 'Cold Prince' himself wearing a grin.

"Me."