After that happened, I hurried off without letting him say another word, dropping the guitar pick at the same time. I was holding my breath the entire ending of the exchange, my nerves getting the best of me now. I was doing fine, I was almost calm during the conversation up until he practically said he could get me killed.

I don't understand where the sudden change of demeanor came from. I hadn't seen or heard from him in weeks, I didn't spam him and I damn sure didn't go out of my way to find him. The stars just aligned and I ended up working for him. I wasn't a crazed fangirl.

I couldn't get into my room quick enough, slamming the door and locking in while leaning against it out of breath. I remembered shutting my eyes and putting my head in my hands, that whole experience destroying my ego. I couldn't take in what just happened, what that exchange even was, what it meant and why it made me this upset.

I feel so stupid now, looking down at my mismatched socks and thinking back to the restaurant. How long we talked and got to know one another little by little, waving down a taxi, walking out of the party with smiles on our faces. I wasn't used to this back and forth of hot and cold.

I spent my night getting comfortable; having a shower, getting in my pjs, turning on some music, wrapping my hair up and diving deep into brainstorm for each member's outfits tomorrow. I had to be up early tomorrow, Ares didn't really give a specific time. Or did she? Either way, she preached about how if you aren't up at four in the morning you are wasting your life away.

"I could get you killed." The low voice repeated in my head as I was sitting cross legged on my king sized bed, my spine shivering when I remembered it.

What the fuck does that even mean? He'll try to get me killed when I look the other way?

He says those words so easily, like he has said them before and it got me thinking about the other stylists the group mentioned before me. The videos I have seen of Hobie that circulate around the web are far from what I just encountered. But even the nicest of people have a lot of deadly skeletons in their closest. Or in this case, behind closed doors.

I shook my head and opened up my portfolio to see what outfits I could come up with. In the contract Karl gave me, he stated that I would be issued a black card to purchase any clothing items I would need to style the band. Although I would have a row of clothing in each destination for me to put together, if he thinks I could use more of an inspiration than I can use the card. Since I don't know what type of clothing items they have at tomorrow's interview location and I refuse to set foot outside of my room, I opened up the custom website that I was the only one who had access to it per Karl and started putting outfits together one by one. How they would get the outfits in by tomorrow, I wouldn't know. It's above my pay grade.

I couldn't stop thinking about him taking the guitar pick out of my hand and replacing it in between my two front teeth. Why would he do that? Some weird kink or fetish that he gets off to? He doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does, I could have the flu or carrying a deadly virus for all he knows and now he would have it too for touching all over that. By the way he never shows up, I bet he would love to have a real reason to cancel everything and leave his group to fend for themselves while he gets better. It sent a disgusting shiver down my spine how he didn't think twice to shove that little plastic item into my mouth. What if he had a deadly virus and that is what he meant by he could get me killed.

I was in for a wild ride if that's how he walks around all the time. There's something about him that doesn't sit well with me and it's more than just his standoffish attitude. It's the way he walks around, the way he carries himselfs. It's like he holds some sort of power that makes others worship the ground he walks on. I thought I knew him, but now I feel everything he told me was a lie. My observations are no more than pointless thoughts but I couldn't help but think about it.

He seems to be in a league of his own, doing what he wants and says what he wants unlike the rest of the band. Even today, they were all there when I got introduced except for him. Ares was annoyed he wasn't there, but she doesn't do anything about it.

Hobie is the front man of the band, the main attraction so to say. When he performs he draws you in from how he sings and devours you almost with his sultry voice. Opium is very upfront about his thoughts, he is quick with his words and doesn't stutter. Crass and Ozzy are almost the same, they bounce off one another's personality and if Ozzy wasn't white and Crass wasn't black, and both two years apart you'd think they were identical twins. Rico is in a world of her own, she makes the room know she is there just by her strong presence. She demands to be noticed even when she says nothing. Her body language was screaming to be noticed, and guess what? It was noticed. But Hobie was a different story. 

But once again, anyone could be different in front of people and behind closed doors.

The way the tour is laid out is very interesting, this is actually their biggest tour they have had in a very long time. In some parts of the tour Hobie will not be attending and most of the fans are actually not too mad about it. Not when Rico is stepping in to replace him during it. We spend a week in each city. First two days consist of soundcheck, the other two days consist of interviews, the fourth and fifth day are performances, and the last two days we get to explore and relax before we are back on the road.

In my contract I have to be around for the sound checks and interviews which makes a lot of sense since I would have to be there to get them ready. They have a photographer on tour and since this is their first time doing a big tour, there are already rumors of paparazzi getting a huge pay out for certain photos they get. There's also a few lay over days in between cities, places we just stay the night between traveling.

The first leg of the tour is New York, Chicago, Florida, Paris, Brazil and New London. The most beautiful places I am blessed to get to visit and it won't be on my dime. It all seems pretty easy if you ask me, I can even go and explore the cities if I'd like.

I highlighted important points in my contract, things that will be good to remember. In every city I'll be in a hotel across from the band, as well as Ciera and Ares whose rooms will be down the hallway from me. Rico stays in the same hotel as the girls. I work for Hobie, Ozzy, Crass, Opium and Rico, so I have to be ready at any point of the day if they intend to go out to after parties, on the spot interviews or they just want to look good while walking around the towns. I don't know how much they will actually use me seeing as I have been told so many times they are a low maintenance band, but you never know.

After glossing over three different pages full of just Opium's designs, I took a break and laid back on the cloud cotton bed. I stared at the ceiling and listened to the radio hum in the background from my laptop. This all still felt like a dream, I was still so nervous I would wake up and be laying in my bed back in Washington.

I glanced at the clock at the bottom right hand side of my screen, seeing it was 11:45pm. I still had no idea what time I had to be up tomorrow and I wasn't even done with the rest of the designs. I had to figure out Crass, Ozzy and Hobie's outfits, but god was I just over everything today.

"This just in; Spider–Punk once again saves the day from an unknown villain tempting to rob the National Bank." The radio spoke, making my hands reach for the remote to turn on the news channel. "Seeing Spider–Punk on here isn't anything out of the ordinary, except now he seems to be tagging the spots where recent events occur. The next clips shown are from our dispatch down below that have gotten a closer look on what the damage has been."

I move my body over closer to the screen, sitting up on my knees as I watch the screen flickered to the next clips.

There was a black and white security footage of two armed people running into the large bank with nothing in their hands, dressed in all black. One of them was slimmer than the other, the other was taller and without needing any color to enhance what he looked like I could tell he was attractive. Whenever the camera panned to their faces it was nothing but a blur, even the photos they showed on the news had their faces blurred out. Spider–Punk did an impressive job capturing one of them, the other, who had the figure of a girl, was nowhere to be spotted.

Falling back onto my butt now I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until it was over. That happened today? Less than an hour ago?

It cut to the footage of a tagged marking on the destroyed wall where the vault had been robbed. It was blatantly obvious the two robbers had help on the outside just waiting for the cue, this was not a two man mission. The marking was a fang biting down into a spider, the size didn't matter because I still felt chills run down my spine.

"Spider–Punk will not give any more details about what the runaway looks like, but what he did share was that the woman has blonde hair with a giant scar running down from her left cheek to her right collarbone. Police are still under investigation of what happened behind the bank that no one seemed to be keeping an eye on. No money was stolen, but many workers have been severely injured or killed. Their one main goal was for Spider–Punk."

That's so scary, to be involved in something like that. My heart went out for those people that were caught in the middle of this all, for Spider–Punk as well. Even though he cornered me many times in that weird alley–way, I couldn't imagine the fear that he must've felt knowing he was being hunted.

So many thoughts danced in my tired mind that I couldn't even begin to dissect any of them. Tomorrow was the first day of this crazy journey, their real tour doesn't start for another week, I was terrified but excited. I needed to stop thinking about all the negatives and really just start looking at this job as a once in a lifetime opportunity. Bottom line I am lucky to just be here. I'm going to get up super early, eat, get ready, go for a run, and have a positive attitude.

But that was tomorrow's plan, right now I needed to finish getting the clothing together. There is just one problem–I'm exhausted. My body was melting into the bed and I had no motivation to even move.

I'll just close my eyes for a second...