Not a Bad Thing...

Katherine Dae is your typical college girl. She has classes, friends, and a horrible mall job. Then, one day as she works the closing shift, she runs into someone unexpected. She can't believe that an average girl like her, who lives in an off-the-map town, could have anything like this happen. Will this encounter with a certain rockstar change her life for the better? Or will her spontaneous decisions ruin her young life? Join Katherine on her crazy rollercoaster journey to find what she really wants. (If you find your picture is on my cover you can request credit or to have it taken off/replaced.)


1. The Start

Part One: Katherine

September 15th

4:52 p.m.

I immitated CC's drumming and mouthed the echos of Ashley. I closed my eyes and pictured myself front row, crowd roaring so loud it almost sounded like white noise. I was jumping and singing along as Andy finished Never Give In.

His eyes were so bright, and he was always so passionate every time they performed.

"Katherine," he said, staring directly at me, "Katherine,"

"Yes, Andy?" I sang dreamily.


I buzzed back into reality and my eyes shot open. Standing in front of me wasn't Andy of Black Veil Brides, it was Eric; my supervisor of Video Palace. He took his job way too seriously, as if he was in the secret service. He greased his hair mousy brown hair back, and wore this horrid orange argyle tie everyday.

Seriously?! It was a mall job, not a cubicle career! Not to mention, he was my age and treated me like a second grader.

"Katherine, this is your first strike. I have told you plenty; personal electronic devices are only allowed while working in case of emergencies, not dance parties!" He lectured.

"Yeah, sure. Okay, thanks, Eric." I said, trying to get him to leave.

"You're very welcome!" He chimed.

"Ass..." I breathed as he skipped away.

It was the slowest week of the month, and he acted like it was Black Friday or something.

When I applied here it was only because it was my only option left. I procrastinated until most places were full, and now I have to deal with Eric. Don't get me wrong, video games are great, but this place was only ever full of the nerdy gamers. It was probably the worst job I ever had.

"I'm going on break," Eric squeaked as he came back out of the back, "watch the store!"

"Yeah..." I said.

We had four customers today, and none on my shift! What was I supposed to watch, the dust collect on the sale items?!


7:23 p.m.

Finally, my shift ended. Thankfully, it was payday; and I needed some new clothes. I went over to Black Market, my favorite store, to destress from Eric. I thought the name was hilarious, but they had really good quality stuff too.

I went directly for the Avenged Sevenfold shirts. I needed a new one because my old one got turned into a muscle tee, then a bandana. 

Luckily, there weren't that many people there; so I could shop in peace. I browsed for a good half-an-hour and ended up getting two shirts, a dress and some new boots.

"Thanks, Celeste." I said to the cashier.

"See you again!" She said.

I pulled my bags up to my elbows so I could use my phone. 

I headed for the parking lot the usual way I went; through the food court, left at the sports store and out the back door of the movie theatre.

I had just gotten past the food court and suddenly all my stuff was strewn across the tile floor. I almost lost my balance and fell, but someone grabbed my arm.

I looked up and saw a guy who looked a little older than me, wearing dark sunglasses and had plastic wrap around one of his arms.

"Sunglasses? Inside?" I thought. 

He either had something to hide, or he was a douchebag who thought a tattoo would make him look cooler.

"What the hell!" I said angered, "Don't you watch where you're going?!"

"You were the one on your phone." He laughed.

"What the hell!" I thought, "He's laughing at me?!"

"Whatever..." I said, pursing my lips in frustration.

He laughed again, "That's hilariously adorable."

"You don't even know me!" I nearly screamed.

Who was this guy?!

"I know you like Black Market." He said, "They actually sell some of my bands' stuff there."

"Oh, you mean like the 'Up and Coming' section?" I asked.

"No, more like the rock and metal section." He explained.

"Wha..." I muttered.

He pulled off his sunglasses and laughed at my reaction. There was no way that this was real life.

"Holy fuckin' shit..." I barely managed.

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