Virgil was sitting in the recording studio, plucking at his guitar and occasionally scribbling down a few lyrics on the notepad he had nearby. This was his life now, write and play, night and day. He absolutely loved it; it was easier than he thought to. According to his manager, he was to do anything he wanted in between performances and interviews, and that writing ahead of time for their next album was smart. Not really enjoying many other things, the darkly dressed boy was happy to do just that. 

"Hey Virge! What are you doing? We've got an interview to get to!" De, the lead guitarist of the band, said as he entered the room with a grin.

He sat down across from him, snatching up the notebook. Virgil looked at the action in alarm, quickly reaching out to take it back. "Come on, De, you know I hate it when people read my lyrics before they're finalized," he said, carefully prying it away from him.

"But it's me! I thought we were close enough," De whined playfully, flashing a smile. 

He felt his cheeks warm but he shook his head. As much as the alternative rockstar had been trying to get closer to him, his walls felt thicker than ever. De Drake hadn't been his friend very long. The boy had only been in the official line up of his band for about four months, but the others members had adopted him into the group quickly. They loved him, but Virgil still had his walls up. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get closer to someone after what happened between he and Roman.

"I don't share them with anyone, you know that," he mumbled, closing the notepad and putting into his bag as he began to pack up his guitar. "And do we have to go to this interview?"

The other boy laughed walking over to nudge him with his elbow. "Of course! We're like, rockstars now!"

Virgil didn't mind the popularity. He wasn't exactly after it, but he wasn't going to reject it. He just didn't enjoy interviews. It wasn't usually the interviewer's fault, but he was always uncomfortable. Yet, he was the one forced into talking, as he was the lyricist and lead vocalist. He really disliked answering stupid questions, which is what they tended to consist of. He just wanted to write his songs and sing them for the people who resonated with his words.

"Fine, but can the others talk for once? You guys know how much I hate interviews," he said as he pulled on his jacket and checked his appearance in the mirror.

"Yeah, of course," De reassured, putting an arm around his shoulders. Virgil's cheeks warmed a little as he bumped their heads together playfully and pulled away. It felt too much like what he and Roman used to do, making him freeze up slightly. "Now, come on!"

The darkly dressed boy was dragged by the arm out of the recording studio. He chuckled a little at his enthusiasm, understanding it despite not being as enthusiastic. He didn't like interviews, but he did feel a bit of excitement given that people all over the country, and possibly the world, knew him and his band.

Virgil hadn't expected to get popular so quickly, but whenever he checked his phone, it was lit up with notifications. There were headlines on Twitter, GIFs and pictures all over tumblr and Instagram, and he was getting texts from all of his friends.

One friend in particular made him pause, heart clenching upon seeing his name. Roman had been trying to text him all week. Virgil had ignored each and every one of them, reading them but never replying to them. He didn't know what to say to the princely boy. He'd basically rejected him, laughing in his face when he even suggested they could have a real relationship.  It still stung, but he blamed himself more for allowing the two of them get into this situation. He read the most recent text.

Roman </3: Virgil, please respond, I'm sorry for what I said. Your band is amazing! I wish you'd told me about it! I'm really sorry, Virgil, please...

He stared at the text as they entered the T.V. station, being greeted by the host and crew. He put the phone to sleep, shaking out his head as he put it in his pocket and shook hands with the host. She explained how the interview was gonna work, and that it was perfectly fine if there were any questions they didn't feel comfortable answering. Some of them were from fans, hence why she clarified it was alright if they didn't want to answer.

Virgil sighed in relief as he sat down next to Joan, their bassist. They gave him a comforting smile, wrapping their arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry bud, I'll try to do more of the talking this time," they said, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

"Thanks Joan," the darkly dressed boy replied, feeling even more relieved.

Within ten minutes, they were in front of a live studio audience and on T.V. being asked questioned. "Hi! We're here with Anxious Storms, Malicious Roses who are going to be answering some of our questions, as well as some from some fans!" the host explained with a smile as the band waved at the camera, earning a cheer from the audience. "@floweryhales9, Haley asks, 'What bands are your biggest inspirations?'"

Virgil perked up a little, sitting up to answer this question. He definitely didn't mind talking about what bands he was inspired by. "I'm personally a huge fan of Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy," he said, listing them on his fingers. "All those bands that are typically classified as 'emo'."

The audience laughed a little, making Virgil smile in relief at the response. "So, does that mean you consider yourself emo?" the host asked, jokingly. The lead vocalist chuckled, pointing at himself.

"I mean, look at me," he said simply, causing another ripple of laughter through the audience.

As he smiled, the host went on to talk to the other members about their favorite bands. The interview continued smoothly, Virgil not needing to answer hardly any questions after the first one.

"Virgil, we have a question from @robin.bird3, Robin for you," she said, making him tense just a little. "He asks, 'You've written a couple songs that sound like they're about someone. Do you write your lyrics about people in your life, and in what ways?'"

The question made his chest clench. Yes, I wrote an entire song about Roman, not that I'd ever tell anyone, let alone say that on television, he thought immediately.

"Yes, I'd say so," Virgil said carefully, rubbing the back of his neck. No one had had to decline a question so far, and he really didn't want to be the first, and possibly only one; yet he desperately didn't want to explain how he'd written about the conflicting and confusing feelings Roman had been causing to plague his mind for months. "I don't want to go to in detail of how I incorporate other people in my life into my lyrics, because some of it is incredibly personal. I'll say that if a person makes me feel an intense emotion, whether it be anger, sadness, joy, other, it tends to find its way into the songs."

The host and audience were satisfied with his answer, making him sigh in relief. He looked into the camera, feeling his heart race in his chest. He couldn't help his wandering thoughts.

I wonder if Roman's watching this right now...