I know that I posted this before, I just changed it. So read this one instead.
I'm In the Band- Chapter 1
Allison's P.O.V.
I walked into Adam Lambert's American Music Award's rehearsal. He had wanted me to come and meet his band, since the two of us were going on tour together next month. I hadn't met them yet because she had school, homework, tests, etc. So I was going to some of his AMA rehearsals to get to know them better. The performance was in two and a half weeks and Adam and his band still had a lot of work to do.
I spotted Adam in the middle of the stage. "Ada!" I yelled, running up to him. I jumped into his arms and threw her arms around his neck.
"Alli za!" Adam shouted, hugging me back. He buried his face into the top of my head. I had straightened it that day, and formed the "birds nest" on the top of my head that he loves so much.
"I missed you Adam," I said, breaking the hug with him.
Adam's P.O.V.
"I missed you too, little sis. Come on, I want you to meet the guys," I replied. I dragged her backstage, where they ran into Lisa.
"Hey Lisa, this is Allison, my little sis," I said, putting my arm around Allison's shoulder.
"Hi" said Alli, shaking Lisa's hand.
"Hey," she replied. "Hey, Adam, have you seen Monte?"
"I think he's somewhere with Longineu," I replied.
"Alright, thanks. Nice ta meet ya Allison," Lisa said before going off in search of Longineu. Allison and I walked away and ran into Longineu.
"Oh, Lisa was looking for you. Anyway, this is Allison. Allison, Longineu. Longineu, Allison," I introduced. Alli shook the man's hand before he left in search of Lisa.
The two of them then found Monte. "This is Monte," Him and Allison shook hands.
"And you must be Allison," he said.
"Um… yeah," the teenager replied.
"Have you seen Tommy around anywhere? I can't seem to find him," I said. Ah, Tommy. The best bass player in the world. Well, to me he is. He has the perfect hair, the perfect face, the perfect personality. And of course, he is straight. I should have known. I got over Kris a while back. I haven't really told anybody that yet though.
"Nah. Sorry man. Good luck though," Monte said before walking off.
"Man, where is that guy?" I asked no one in particular.
Allison's P.O.V.
"Adam, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real fast, kay?" I said. I forgot to go before I left, thanks to by 14 year old brother. My parents were gone, so Sarah was watching us. I told them that we didn't need a babysitter, but as usual, they didn't listen to me. Well, at least I didn't have to drive Tyler around everywhere. Sarah could do that for me.
"Alright babe," he answered me.
I finally found the bathrooms backstage. I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into some guy.
"Oh, sorry," I said. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous guy that I had ever seen. I think I'm in love.
He smiled at me. "Eh, no biggie. Wasn't watching where I was going," he said.
"M… me either," I mumbled, losing herself in his eyes.
Tommy's P.O.V.
"You must be Allison," I said. The red hair was a dead give away. I looked at her. Yup, she was beautiful. But she's kinda creeping me put right now.
"Y… yeah, that's me. But you can call me Alli if you want to,"
"Alright… Alli. I'm Tommy Joe, but you can call me Tommy," I replied, laughing.
Alli giggled. "All right Tommy," She shook my hand. "Oh, and Adam was looking for you," she told me. Man, why doesn't that guy ever call me? Isn't that what cell phones are for? Cant find someone, call them?
"Well lets go and find him then," I said. I was getting to like this girl already.
Allison smiled. "Lets go." The two of us walked back to the stage where Adam was.
"Oh, there you are Tommy. I was looking all over for you." Adam said.
"I was in the bathroom. I told you that, man," I replied.
"Right, right…" Adam answered. "Well I can see that you have met Alli."
"Yeah," I responded. "She's touring with us next month, right?" I asked hopefully. Three and a half months on a bus with her? I could live with that.
"Yup!" he exclaimed.
"Awesome. Well, lets start rehearsals again."
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