Natt could never understand stars who became addicted to drugs.

The cheer of the crowd, the way Wipeout practically drowned in their attention and adoration- to her that was more addicting than any drug could ever be.

Natt pat Mason's shoulder as the group reconvened backstage, offering him a reassuring smile. "Hey, you did great out there. Seriously killed that high note."

"So what the fuck are the rest of us? Dirt? Shit under your shoe? You don't even bother looking at us." Natt rolled her eyes as Diego complained, going out of her way to go around and ruffle the hair of the rest of the bandmembers, leaving Diego for last. When she came face to face with him, the two were locked in an intense staring contest. It only lasted for a few seconds though, since Natt didn't feel too keen on dealing with his whining this evening.

Flicking his forehead and ignoring the following cry, the woman walked to the back, waving to the others.

"I'm gonna go out and socialize. You boys have fun snogging or whatever the hell you do. Just don't wreck any of the equipment."

She couldn't help but smirk as she heard the overdramatic gagging from Diego, the sound becoming muffled as she closed the door behind her.

**

The night air was cool against Natt's sweaty skin, the sound of laughing and talking filling the air. Another band had taken up the stage, their music a bit quieter and calmer than she would have liked, but still pretty nice to listen to.

Natt's dark gaze swept the venue, seeing if there were any cute girls that caught her eye. And to her luck, one did, but she wasn't alone.

Natt's eyes narrowed as she took in the tense way the woman sat, almost leaning away from the other woman who was standing way too close.

Without hesitation, Natt walked over, pushing through the crowded bodies as she made her way over to the bar the two were sitting at.

"Hey, beautiful- long time no see!" Natt beamed as she took a seat right next to the pretty thing, leaning against the bar counter.

"I'm sure your friend can go back on the dance floor for a bit and wait for us to catch up, right?" Natt suggested, although the glare that she sent the touchy woman was implied that she wouldn't allow anything but. Luckily, the woman seemed to know better than to protest and instead slipped away shamefully.

As soon as Natt was sure that the woman was actually gone, she turned to the stranger, offering both a hand and a bright smile.

"Hi! My name's Natt. It's a pleasure to meet you." She paused, tilting her head in consideration before lowering her voice slightly. "That girl was bothering you right? You seemed uncomfortable."

Originally Natt came over just to help another girl out (and maybe flirt with her a bit), but for some reason, she kept finding herself getting lost in the stranger's eyes. Maybe this little encounter would turn into something memorable...