Adam stared down at his drumsticks in his hand, idly thinking. He was once again lost in his thoughts as he remembered her... The mysterious woman that he'd fallen in love with centuries ago. He couldn't shake her from his thoughts. Yet, he knew he had to for he and his band had just finished another concert. He always loved this period of time right after they'd finished a concert and right before they were going to welcome one lucky, or otherwise not so lucky fan backstage and drink their fill. It made his adrenaline rush and his heart pound out of his chest just thinking about the next person they'd get to drink.

Adam shifted uncomfortably in the seat in front of his drum set and set his drumsticks carelessly on the floor next to his feet. He was longing for it now... Longing for the blood. They haven't had any in a while, as their last concert was a couple of days ago. Adam needed to taste it. He felt a little embarrassed and how stir-crazy it made him to go even a few hours without blood. However, he felt safe with his fellow band members, knowing that they'd not mind him and his madness whenever they were so close to getting their drinks.

"If time could only move a little faster..." He mumbled to himself, and he stood up from where he was planted on stage and began to walk away from his set, backstage to find that one "lucky" person.