"I wreck shit too but my brother often calls me galen pojke which means crazy baby boy. Just a stupid nickname but it sort of fits when I go up the fucking walls. We could wreck shit together?"

Bjorn thought that sounded like fun. Of course he meant wreck stuff as in tear up the town as a group of rockstars nothing violent or menacing. Still touching the ginger strands the Swede smiled. The comment about his hair just caused the singer to raise an eyebrow. His heart was beginning to beat normally once more as Bjorn began to breathe a little normally.

"You always think it's shit. How about you wash it for me? Then, you don't have to touch hairspray then."

It was a bold offer but one that Bjorn was totally serious about.