Chapter 3 - Hi, i'm Bil (3rd part of chapter 3)

He looked complacently at me and held his head up high in the air making sure his nose could almost touch the ceiling. He must have thought he was quite sharp as to think I was a fan trying to get onstage. If only he knew how thick he was.

“Hey there, you!” I heard the vocalist say. Pfft! Which “lucky” fan was it now? This is such a waste of my time. As I strode away from the insolent bouncer who refused to allow me access to rescue my purse, I was once again lifted (sadly) and carried onto stage.

“Why the hell, are you putting me here?! First you won’t let me pass and now you put me HERE?!” I shrieked at the same bouncer who looked intentionally oblivious to my wails. “URRGGGHHHH!!!!!”

“Hello there miss!” the vocalist said, suddenly so close to me now. Was he talking to me? I looked around to find anyone else he might be talking to but there weren’t any, unfortunately. I wasn’t at all concerned in having a little onstage conversation with him. I just wanted to get my purse and get the hell out of this earsplitting club.

“Hi, can I please get down from here? I want to find my purse I dropped and get out,”I said, hoping he heard me.

“I’m Zackari, the vocalist, but I’m guessing you already know that! What’s your name?” he asked, smiling so merrily it looked forged. I’m guessing he didn’t hear a single word I said. And no, I didn’t know any of that. I let out a huge sigh.

“I’m Nabilah. You can call me Bil,”I answered. That’s when I saw Sabine screaming and waving frenetically at me. Oh goodness. When is my melancholy going to end? “So Bil, you seem to be a huge fan of us as I’ve observed.”

He thought I was a huge fan just because I looked like I was dying to get onstage to meet them. How cliché is that? All eyes were on me now. That’s when I realized hundreds of people were staring at me talk and be close to their idol. Girls were staring at me unhappily wishing in silence they could take my place. They have no idea that I would be willing to trade places with them anytime. I was tired, agitated, and hungry. To top it all, I couldn’t leave this place.

“So what’s your favourite song, Bil?” he asked, still not realizing that I place no interest in him.

“Am I your favourite member of the band?” The crowd ooh-ed and ahh-ed while I stood there
staring at him with my mouth agape. How on earth could someone suggest such a thing?

Publicly? He was so vainglorious! He kept winking at me and running his fingers through his already perfect hair. Eww. His actions were nauseating but it managed to make several girls hold the railings separating the crowd from the stage so as not to faint and fall.

“Ermm.. I don’t have a favourite song,”I said, staring at him skeptically. I actually hoped that my disapproving look would send the message to him instantly but he just got blonder.

“See everyone, all our songs are great she can’t even choose!” he roared into the mike, sucking in all the screams and cries turning the energy into his. I suspected this was going to be eternal and decided to try and tell him nicely.

“Excuse me, “I whispered. “I’m not a fan. This is the first time I’m here. I dropped my purse and am just looking for my purse.” I hope he understood. I’m presuming he did because he nodded his head understandingly and patted my shoulder.

“So you’d love to see us rehearse? No problem! Does anyone else wanna see us rehearse?!” he shouted, once again deaf to my wishes. The club echoed with more clamor. I’m just going to walk out of here without further trying to tell him. What a waste of my precious time!

“If you join a contest we’re organizing and win, you’re entitled to backstage passes, rehearsal passes, aftershow party passes and we’ll even throw in a little goodie bag for you!” he claimed. He suddenly took whole of my arm and asked me what song I would like to hear.

“I don’t know. I told you I haven’t heard any songs before. Why don’t you sing whatever you want to sing and I’m outta here.” I said, trying to free myself from his grip.


“Don’t be shy, you can stay here for a little while more!” he replied, holding me tighter. “In fact, let’s sing together! I’ll sing “Willst Du Mich Ficken?” It’s the very first song lyrics I wrote.” He added gleefully not knowing how perverted he sounded. The song started playing as the band members played their instruments.

“Sorry, sing that song by yourself, I want out.” I quickly tried to loosen his hold and yanked my arm away roughly. Because it was so rough, I accidentally knocked over the mike stand which then hit the guitarist’s mike stand. A loud screeching noise was heard all over the club as the mikes collided with one another. That wasn’t all. It seemed that the slight collision caused the guitarist to jerk a little and drop his (hopefully inexpensive) guitar. The crowd groaned loudly hearing the shrill screeching noise and hurriedly pressed their palms on their ears hoping to shield themselves from the deafening noise. Oh the calamity I’ve caused!

“I’m so sorrryyy!! I’m leaving!” I shouted as I comically tried to leave the stage turning left and right but not knowing where to jump off. “Ahaa! There’s the stairs!” I quickly ran down the stairs and headed for the exit but failed as the idiotic bouncer once again tried to stop me. What was wrong with him? His hands and legs were wide apart trying to grab me should I attempt to escape from his watch.

“Move asshole!” I barked. Most of the crowd had already dispersed leaving only fans who want to get a taste of the band. He didn’t budge an inch which really angered me. This party had been nothing but a nightmare. That was when I came up with a brilliant plan.