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I flung myself, exhausted, onto my living room couch. I had just done a full day of punishing exercise. Dance training, kickboxing and tennis. The latter at the hands of my newest step-mom. I was just about to drop off to sleep when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered tiredly.
“Hey Domino, did I wake you?”
“No B, I’m just tired. What’s up?”
“I need a favour.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No! I have a friend who’s shooting a music video and he needs a ballet dancer. He hasn’t seen anyone he likes yet but I showed him a video of you and he liked it. You up for it?”
“Bert, ballet almost killed my feet. But, since it’s for you…”
“Dude, thanks. You’re the best. I love you. Thanks.”
“Can I go to sleep now?”
“Sorry, yeah. I’ll pick you up around 9:30?”
“Cool. I’ll let you get back to your…whatever you were doing before you called. Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not. I’ll see you tomorrow, good night.”
“Night.” I hung up and made a beeline for my bed before any more of my dumb friends could call me.
I woke to a knocking on my front door. Bert was there when I opened it, with coffee and donuts
“Morning sunshine!”
“Morning sunshine? Are you high already?” He shot me an evil glare and handed me a coffee.
“Lots of milk and sugar.” I nodded, inviting him in. he sat down on the couch and watched T.V. while I got dressed.
2 weeks of rehearsal later
I did my dance in one shot, in front of a whole bunch of people I had never seen before in my life...and Bert. I had lost my keys to my Hyabusa about three weeks ago and now needed to get around using my friends and cabs. I finished my thing, hopped over to Bert’s waiting arms and leapt into him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he spun me around.
“You did great babe, really good.” He said letting me down.
“Thanks B. I’ll meet you back here okay, I have to go get changed.” He nodded and I went back to the girl’s dressing room. I was greeted by a babble of noise as I entered. One of the girls came up to me.
“Where did you learn to move like that?”
“Nowhere special. Just hard work and a pushy parent.”
“I’ve done that bit too. Rich daddy, new trophy wife every month?” I nodded. She patted my back in recognition and went to get dressed. I did the same and went to get Bert.
He wasn’t there, so I went over to one of the guitarists. He was the same height as me, if a teensy bit taller. His hair was black and red and covered one of his eyes. He also had a bunch of tattoos. I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Hi, do you know where Bert is? He’s my ride home.” He looked over his shoulder and turned back to me.
“Um, I don’t know if he’ll be…able to drive you home. If you get me.” I nodded. I knew what he meant.
“Right, uh, thanks. I’ll just call Quinn.”
“Wait! I can drive you. We’re finished for the day anyways.”
“Really, you don’t mind?”
“Anything for a pretty lady.” I grinned slightly and followed him to his car.
“So,” he asked as I sat down in his passenger seat, “Are you and Bert like, going out?”
“Hell no! You think I’d put up with his shit if we were dating? No, we’re best friends.” His face brightened.
“Why are you so happy? Cause you can hit on me without thinking Bert’s gonna kick your ass?” He blushed.
“No! I just didn’t think Bert would go out with someone with this much…class.”
“Class?”
“Ballet? Bert doesn’t date girls who know ballet.” I nodded in agreement.
“So, how did you and Bert meet?”
“I ran away from home when my dad was going to marry this bimbo closer to my age than his, two months after my mom died of bowel cancer. I must’ve been about 14 at that point. Anyway, I met Bert and he took care of me till I had to go back home. Now, we’re still best friends and my dad is on wife number six.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. How did you guys meet?”
“Through music. Gerard’s closest to him though.”
“So how long since he got Gee into the coke?” He looked down.
“I don’t really know exactly how long. Since they met I suppose.”
“Bert got me into it, but I got me out of it.”
“What’d you take?”
“Crystal Meth.” he was unable to hide a shudder. We got to the address I told him and he sat speechless.
“This is your HOUSE?”
“Yeah. But I have three roommates. Wanna come in for a drink, to say thanks?”
“Sure.” We walked up the path to my house.
My house is big. Real big. I have 8 bedrooms, all with full en-suites. Two huge bathrooms complete with hot tubs; a family room; a show room for Kayla’s – lawyer –clients; a lounge; cinema room; two dining rooms, a formal and informal one; a study with a small library; a fun room; a gym complete with kickboxing ring, full gym equipment, ballet stuff, personal trainer and a pool; a huge kitchen with butler/chef/thing and the basement had been turned into a ballroom for some unfathomable reason. The ‘help’ as my dad called them lived in a house built specifically for them on the grounds. Apart from the Butler, he lived in his own room in the house.
“Your house is so…”
“Yeah, I get that reaction a lot. Drink?” he nodded absentmindedly and I dragged him into the kitchen where I got us some drinks. We sat down in the garden.
“Where’s your roomies?”
“Kayla’s probably working, Lisa'll be in the gym and Andy'll will be with her latest.”
“Cool.” We sat in silence for a minute until I realised something.
“You know what I just realised?”
“What?”
“We still haven’t told each other our names!” his eyes widened.
“Neither we have! Well, I’m Frank, Frank Iero.”
“I’m Domino Lehane. What do you play, Rhythm, Bass or Lead?”
“Rhythm. You play piano? I saw the grand.”
“Every rich kid plays piano. Even if they’d rather be sitting in their room
Listening to Iron Maiden and Guns ‘n’ Roses all day.”
“I love you, marry me!” he made a fake lunge for me and I took off running. We ran around the garden like idiots until we finally collapsed on my cushiony swing thing. We fell asleep.


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