You can't Reverse a Bullet from a Gun..

Rule 2: Don't Let Anyone Walk All Over You.

"Oh thanks!" He said, offering me a high five. As you can tell, I was far from professional so I decided to try and hold back slightly, otherwise I had no chance of getting a permanent job.

"So er... when shall we start?" I asked pulling out my Lumix camera with the detatchable, different sized lenses from my bag. 

 "As soon as I finish my cake," Jack said, as he shoved the last few scraps of chocolate cake into his mouth, obviously doing well to get it practically all over his face. I couldn't help but laugh.

I talked with the other boys for a few minutes before their manager took us to the room where the set was the for photoshoot. 

"Be as quick as you can, they're on in 40 minutes," the manager demanded. "Yes boys, that means no pissing about or following your natural instincts."

I studied the set and told the boys where to stand and the type of poses they should do, taking various shots throughout just in case something picture-worthy was to happen. The shots were hilarious. Middle fingers, guitars and stupid faces was practically all that I could get out of the boys, and now and again, the odd smile. Which I have to admit could be described as sexy, but I was "being professional" and couldn't let these kind of thoughts affect my work.

The shoot lasted for about 15 minutes which seemed to go down well with the manager as the comment I recieved from him was "How the fuck did you do it? Those boys are crazy!" Yep. I think he took a liking to me after that. Anyway, I had a chat with the boys for a while before the stage director came in and told them to get ready. I wished them luck and the manager told me that he'd call me if my shots were likely to end up in a magazine within the next few months, and I felt pretty confident.

I headed back to the concert hall before the start of the gig and waited for the boys. It was going to be one of the best concerts of my life, especially since I've just met them, and I just wanted to let myself go and stop giving a shit about what people thought of me for once. It was going to be unforgettable.

*Afterwards*

As soon as I got outside I took my phone from my bag and dialled Maddie immediately. 

"MADDIE OH MY FUCKING DUCK THAT WAS AMAZING, JACK BARAKAT TOUCHED ME... in a non-sexual way... BUT HE TOUCHED MY HAND!" I screamed, recieving the odd stare from some of the people smoking outside.

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" She shouted. 

"And you're not gonna believe this..." I said in my best teasing voice. "I talked to Nathan and Jay from The Wanted..."

There was a silence before Maddy answered, and I knew it was either because she'd fainted or she was in that kind of  "happily pissed off" mood at the fact I'd met them. Either way, I wanted to rub it in just a bit...

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU NEVER. NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS OMFG GO AWAY NOW NO." were her exact words and I didn't quite no what to say back, so I just let out a mischievious laugh. 

"Anyway, I better be off I've gotta make my own way home. I'll tell you ALL about it in the morning!" I said.

"UGH NO OMG YOU BETTER OK BYEEE" she replied before hanging up the phone. 

I smiled and put my phone back in my bag. A group of voices began to get louder as they came out the back door, and sure enough, the Wanted boys appeared armed with pints of beer and two of them with cigarettes. They were so normal and down to Earth and I couldn't help but smile at them and the way they acted around each other. Best friends. Best friends that had found each other through the greatest passion in the world - Music. I'd always been close with Maddie, but she'd never had as big an interest in the subject as me. I admired their strong connection.