So in this story Craig doesn't have a daughter and all phone numbers are totally made up and Max doesn't leave the band because I love Max to bits 3

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Chapter One:

I checked myself in the mirror, smacking my painted black lips. I brushed my fringe again before grabbing my jacket and walking out of my apartment. This would be a good night, my ticket was clutched tightly in my hands and my phone zipped up in my pocket for extra safety along with my money.

My heels clattered on the abandoned sidewalk and my hair blew around me as I joined the line leading to the venue. I gave my standing ticket to the security guard and flashed him a smile as he nodded and let me through. I went straight to the merchandise table and got my stuff quickly.

With my limited money I bought two bandanas since they were only five dollars each before making my way to the bar. I took out one bandana, my favourite, and secured it to one of my belt loops before folding the other up and zipping it into my pocket.

I ordered some diet coke and it got given to me in a plastic red cup, I managed to snag a bar stool with a nice view of the stage. I took off my jacket and asked the guy, who started flirting with me, if he could hold it behind the bar. He obviously said yes.

After around half an hour a tech came on the stage and flashed his flash light, signalling they were ready. Screams erupted as the band came on stage.

Robert behind his drums with his Slash glasses, Max in his heavy eye makeup and bass, Monte charming the girls in the front row and Craig wrapping the microphone cord around his wrist so he didn't lose it. Escape The Fate.

With a nod of Craig's head they started their set.

I rocked out in my seat, nodding my head to the music. I felt eyes on me, which was both creepy and flattering. I looked up to the stage and ended up making eye contact with Craig. He winked and I smirked back, he seemed shocked I didn't go into fan girl mode.

My days he's a sexy fucker…

By the end of the concert Escape The Fate was still on stage talking to some fans, I took my time finishing my drink since I caught Craig looking at me a few times. Once I finished I got my jacket and walked out the double doors with Craig quick to follow. I smirked as I heard the doors slam after my exit, reopen and slam again. I saw the Craig Mabitt following me in a shop window.

I made a sharp left with a devious plan in mind, their tour bus was parked round back and I had some post-it notes in my pocket and a little role of tape. I have no idea why, but I do.

I heard him following me and couldn't stop the smile on my face, Craig Mabitt's following me! Unless he's going to jump me…

I sped up a little as I walked around the next corner so I could put more space between us. I walked down an alley that was a total dead end and hid on the other side of a dumpster. I watched as Craig entered the alley and looked around confused before running his hand through his hair and walking away.

I waited a few minutes before taking the short cut to where the tour bus was parked; I took out my note pad and a sharpie off my keys and began to write.

'You know it's really creepy following somebody for 4 blocks. Call me sometime if you're really that interested 07564229437' I quickly reapplied my lipstick and kissed the paper leaving a black lip stain before taping the note to the bus door and walking home.

I know I shouldn't get my hopes up but I can't help but feel giddy that a sexy famous person might call me…