Y/n L/n, currently in a train heading to Norway. A young artist, traveling with the intention to become a song writer and an album cover artist for a norwegian black metal band called Mayhem. They left their country without actually bringing anything but art supplies, they don't have much to begin with anyway. Luckily, they know a little of the norwegian language, so they can probably learn the rest there. The train stops at a station, and a tall, blonde boy with long hair walks in. The train is full, so he asks Y/n if he can sit next to them. Y/n tells him thats it's fine, they don't really care
Y/N POV
I try to small-talk with the boy, asking his name. "My name is Pelle, Pelle Ohlin. But you can call me Dead". Dead? What an interesting nickname, I think to myself. "My name is Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you. Where are you headed?". "Norway. Oslo, to be exact". "Me too, actually. Why are you going there?". "A band called Mayhem accepted me to be their vocalist". My heart skips a beat. "Well, I will be their writer and album cover artist. I guess we'll work together, then."
I give the boy a smile.
"Well, the ride to Norway will have a few more hours so, I guess we're stuck here together" I say, in a playful tone. Pelle smiles at me, but doesn't say anything. I take out a book and start reading since I don't have anything better to do at the moment. Next thing I know, I'm falling asleep while reading my book.