*Ding Dong*

Who the hell is ringing the doorbell at this time of night?! It's 11:30. I'm in my room with my guitar. Of course.

"Mel, honey, can you answer the door?" I heard my mom call groggily from her room. She has to work tomorrow.

Reluctantly putting my guitar down, I walked to the front door. Opening it, I was face-to-face with a muscular, angry-looking man.

"Hello, Miss, is one of your parents in?" The man asked in a deep, rough, but polite voice.

"Umm, my mom's asleep and my dad is on a business trip." I said. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"What's goin' on, Pierce?" I heard a voice say from the darkness. I strained my eyes, but I could not pick out who had spoken.

"Nothing, sir, I'll have this taken care of momentarily." Pierce answered.

"Pierce, man, I told you to call me Adam." I heard the voice say again. Adam?....Nah.

"So…" I said expectantly.

"Oh, yes, terribly sorry about the time." Pierce said quickly. "Do you have a phone that I could use? Both Adam and mine are dead."

I'm not one to be easily persuaded.

"May I ask why you need it?"

"Lemme take care of this, Pierce." Adam said, laughing.

"But, Ad-" Pierce started.

Then, right on my front step was Adam Lambert. My jaw dropped.

He smiled. "Hi, I'm Adam. My tour bus just kind of broke down. Do you think I could use your phone to call the other bus?"

I stuttered. "Ye-Yes."

He stepped forward and gestured toward the door. "May I?"

I nodded in amazement. Humored, he walked into my house. MY HOUSE. ADAM LAMBERT.

I heard tiny beeping noises. He found the phone. "Hey, Monte…..Yeah, I know, it's dead….In a suburb near NYC…..Bus broke down."

I watched him. His every move. Suddenly, his facial expression switched from content to worry. He hung up the phone.

"Every…Everything okay?" I muttered.

"The band is already in Maine. We have a gig tomorrow." He said, concern filling his voice.

"I…uh…"

He put his face in his hands. His shoulders rose and fell at an unsteady tempo.

Of course, the Citizen Vein reunion tour! But…He just gave two back-to-back shows in NYC. He must be exhausted.

Pierce tried to comfort him. Then, whispering in my ear, he said, "Maybe I should just let you handle this. Physical things, I can deal with. I'm a little squeamish with the psych stuff." Pierce winked and left, heading out to the bus.

I glared after him. What am I supposed to do?

"Umm….A-Adam?" I whispered.

He removed his hands from his face. His guyliner was smudging with his tears. "I'm sorry." He said, calmly. "I'm just thinking of all of the disappointed people in Maine."

I squee'd a little after he addressed me.

"Are..Are you okay?" he asked me.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Yes." I squeaked.

He grinned a bit.

Pierce re-entered the house. "Adam, I have some bad news. The bus battery is completely dead and the transmission's shot."

"You two can crash here." I blurted, instantly wishing I could take it back. My house….Well, it's not the best looking place ever. My mom, dad, and I….we don't have much. But it's home.

"Oh, no, I couldn't invade." Adam said humbly. Pierce nudged his arm. Adam gave a sheepish look. "But, I have to admit, I miss sleeping in a room that isn't in motion."

"It's set then." Pierce smiled. What is this guy? A matchmaker or something?

I put my head down. "There…umm, there's only one spare bed."

"That's fine, I'll sleep on the bus." Pierce said. He then scooted out.

It was Adam and I. Alone. In the kitchen. Awkward.

"So…umm…what's your name?" he asked me.

"Mel….Short for Melody." I said. "I'm 19..I think Pierce thought I was younger. I get that a lot."

Adam analyzed me with his deep, blue-grey eyes. "It must've been the lighting."

"So, umm, you'll be staying in…my room." I said, embarrassed. "There's a spare bed there for when family comes over."

"That's cool with me." Adam said.

"Thanks so much for your hospitality." He kissed my hand and followed the beam of light to my doorway.

"Mel?" I heard my mom call. I quickly walked to her doorway.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Who's here?" she asked.

How do I say this? "Adam….Adam Lambert, Mom."

"Oh..Okay. Brush your teeth…" she said sleepily, drifting back into a deep sleep.

Well, I guess she'll figure out who the surprise guest is in the morning. Suddenly, I heard a haunting melody coming from my room.