Until we meet again | By : dasleigh Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Disclaimer: all that´s well known
´Til the day we´ll meet again...
„Zum Engel der letzten Stunde,
den wir so hart den Tod nennen,
wird uns der weichste, gütigste
Engel zugeschickt, damit er gelinde
und sanft das niedersinkende
Herz des Menschen vom Leben
abpflücke und es in warmen
Händen und ungedrückt aus der
kalten Brust in das hohe, wärmende Eden trage. (...)
Jean Paul
The guys of Him just had reached beautiful Paris on their Promotiontour and they all were about to check in in their little hotel.
The guys were happy about the little time off they would have the next 2 days.
It all got pretty hectic and busses and airplanes and stupid questions asked by much more stupid journalists from even more stupid magazines weren´t really a thing you would call holiday.
Ville had it bad the last past days, he was fucked off by the manager of his recordcompany, took the preasure of the promotionstress all up on his shoulders, always balancing between teenagemadness sensation and the will to keep on doing their band thing.
The others wanted to help him, but he wanted things to be too professional, that even his mates couldn´t hold him back from work.
„He needs this 2 days of rest. Or a shoulder to cry on...“, Lily and his mates sat in the little bar of their hotel.
It was quite a nice one: built in the 18th century and the furnitures and utensiles were also antique..
„To cry on?“ repeated Gas, who was busy reading the little Bistromenue, „did I miss anything? Is he sad?“
„No, but I meant just someone to lean on!“
„Migé, isn´t that your turn?“
„I´ll be there for him when he needs me and I see no need so far!“ Migé put
a little Monoploy game on the table.
„Red for me, Linde black, Gas which color do you prefer?“
„Yellow.“
„Where´s Jussi? I think he wants violet!“ Lily spred the money all over the table and gave everyone his own little money packages.
„What about Ville?“ asked Gas, „doesn´t he join us for a little game?“
„No, he prefers reading in his hotelroom...let him be!“
The rest of the band was busy doing some real estate buisness, while their singer was left alone in his room.
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