A/N: Just so everyone knows, I am in the process of re-writing this story as well as adding in some chapters, I wanted to add more details. So I wanted to apologize if things seem to be changing or confusing as you read. So please, everyone let me know what you think of the changes or if you think I should add more details to something specific. Thanks :)

Call me maybe

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe.

Carly Rae Jepsen - Call me maybe

The building was beginning to smell heavily like sweat and beer, and it was starting to make my stomach churn. Had I known the concert was going to get this rowdy, I probably would have told my best friend, Jo, that I was going to pass. Don't get me wrong, I really loved Godsmack; it was Jo's favorite band, and it was the last time they were going to be in Michigan for a long time, but I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to tolerate one more ass grab.

'Where the hell are you?!' I texted Jo. I hoped she realized how frustrated I was getting. She practically begged me to come to this concert with her, and here I was, waiting for her to show up because, as usual, she was running late. I had to admit that it infuriated me that she didn't ride with me, all because her boyfriend wanted a quick bang before the concert.

Fortunately, we decided to get seats instead of floor tickets. After watching the mosh pit get rowdier by the second, I was glad we were safe in our seats. I wasn't too sure I would survive a mosh pit, seeming how I was only five foot one and one hundred and ten pounds, I would have been squashed like a bug.

After watching the screaming girls and the drunk off their ass guys, I decided that maybe a beer would calm my nerves, and I had to figure out where the hell Jo was at, there was only an hour left before the band started. I kept my distance from the over excited crowds of people; I was never really a people person, and didn't really enjoy being in large crowds. At least this time I wasn't going into a full panic attack. Just as the cup of beer settled into my hand, my cell phone rang, Jo no doubt, boy was I going to rip her a new one.

"Jo! Where the hell are you?" I shouted into the phone, my other hand gripping my beer as I plugged my ear in attempt to muffle the noise; it wasn't working. "Hang on, I can't hear you." I yelled into the phone and desperately searched for a quieter place.

The bathrooms were out of the question; not only was there a line out the doors, but all the ear piercing screams from the annoying teenage girls, who thought being at a Godsmack concert was the highlight of their life, I wasn't going to be able to hear anything in there, and I didn't really enjoy annoying teenagers.

"Hang on a second." I yelled. I spotted a blue door off to my left and I was sure it was an area that people without a V.I.P. pass should steer clear of, but at that point I didn't care, my head was starting to pound and I was getting agitated. I slipped through the door as quietly as I could and sure enough, it was definitely a 'stay the hell out' area.

"Okay, I can hear you now, where are you?" I whispered into the phone as I attempted to hide in the furthest corner I could find. I watched as giggly girls walked past, eyeballing me. Just to get my point across, I gave them the dirtiest look I could muster. I smiled to myself when one of them gave a little screech and they all began to walk faster.

"I'm about twenty minutes out.. going the speed limit." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Next time you're riding with me!" I snapped, still trying to keep my voice down. I really wasn't happy at the fact that I had been waiting in line for two hours to get into the building, and now I had been waiting over an hour for her to show up.

"I know, I'm sorry, it was Dons fault." She began to explain before I cut her off.

"I don't need to know the details, just get here!" I really didn't like Don, I had my list of reasons, a very large list.

"Alright, be there in ten to fifteen." she said before she hung up.

I shook my head and laughed slightly, sometimes she amazed me. I began scrolling through my texts, my mom had sent me about fifteen texts already, freaking out. She wasn't too happy about me driving to Detroit by myself. Always paranoid about my safety.

I flipped open my phone to send her a quick text, letting her know I was alright. As I tried to make my way back to the door as quietly as I could, my nose shoved into my phone, my shoulder suddenly slammed into someone. My beer flew up into my chest, soaking my shirt, and my phone tumble to the ground, the battery and the back separating on impact.

"Son of a bitch!" I muttered to myself as attempted to wipe off my now beer soaked shirt. It was no use, my shirt was done for. I bent down to pick up my phone.

"I'm so sorry." A deep voice said. I fumbled for my phone and watched as a pair of hands reached for my battery, which had slid several inches across the floor.

"No, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. 'don't text and walk' I always say." I rambled.

"Thanks." I said softly and slightly embarrassed as they held out my battery to me.

I stared at the fingers for a moment. Why did those fingers look so familiar? Those rings. I know those rings! My head snapped upwards when it finally clicked. Those rings were unmistakeable, only one person had that much bling on his fingers. Criss Angel! I quickly stood up and took a step backwards. Criss Angel? What the hell is he doing here?

He chuckled lightly as he got back to his feet. Obviously, he knew full well what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and attempted to control my heart rate. He stepped forward and held out my battery towards me, for the second time.

"I believe this is yours." he said in a cool and calm voice. Even in his calm tone, he sounded so damn sexy, and that New York accent! I practically melted. I mentally slapped myself, no way was I going to be one of those annoying, screaming girls who swoon at the sight of him. No, I was better than that, I knew how to keep my cool and control myself. I wasn't going to make a damn fool of myself any more than I already had.

"Thanks." I said as I took it from him and put my cell phone back together.

"Did it do any damage?" he asked and nudged his chin towards my phone. I laughed slightly and shrugged.

"Oh, pfft. It's had worse, trust me. It's use to being dropped by now." I laughed as I held the power button down.

"I'm really sorry about that." he apologized again.

"Don't apologize, I'm the one who's sorry, it was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." I smiled up at him. I still couldn't believe my eyes. I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that he was actually standing in front of me. He smiled crookedly and gazed at me with a sense of wonder in his eyes.

"I'm Criss Angel." he finally introduced himself, holding out his hand.

"I know who you are." I chuckled and shook his hand. His skin was softer than Id thought it would be, with all the work he did you would think his skin would be rough and cracked. He watched me for a moment with curiosity.

"And you are?" he finally asked, lifting his eyebrow in amusement. I shook my head softly, shaking off my daze.

"Lana. Lana Lovegrove."

"Wow, that's a beautiful name." he smiled as he looked down at me. Something about the way he was looking at me gave me chills, a definite hunger clear in his eyes. "Well, its nice to meet you Lana." he said in a deep rough voice.

I smiled and nodded once. "You too." I said, trying ignore the elephant in the room, he was so eye fucking me, and I, without a doubt, was doing it back to him. Our hands, still joined, seemed to tingle where our skin touched. Criss cleared his throat and quickly dropped his hand to his side, obviously noticing the strange feeling as well.

"Your, um, shirt seems to be all wet." he said, his face turning a little pink as he stared down at my chest. I looked down and turned a deep red myself. My white band t shirt was now completely see through, and go figure, I opted out for my bra tonight.

"Oh my god." I said and crossed my arms across my chest. "I am so sorry!"

"Not at all." he grinned. "Here," he said, once he managed to pull his eyes away from my chest. He took off his sweat shirt and pulled off his t shirt, leaving his bare chest completely exposed. I could feel my body heat rising as I stared at his naked chest. His perfectly sculpted abs flexed as he handed me his t shirt. "put this on."

I couldn't take my eyes away from his stomach, and I found my eyes seeping further down to notice the perfect v that formed just above his low hanging jeans. My imagination began to get away from me as I imagined what was underneath those sexy jeans of his. He stood there, holding the t shirt in his hands and cleared his throat, grabbing my attention. Holy shit! That body had me in a complete daze.

I looked up to his face, which was now full of amusement. I was caught in the act, and he knew full well what I was thinking. "Thanks." I muttered in embarrassment.

"My pleasure." he chuckled and took my now empty cup from me and tossed it into a nearby trash can. I slipped his t shirt over my head and I could have died just from the smell. I never imagined what Criss Angel would smell like, but if I had, it wouldn't have done justice to what he really smelled like.

"So, Lana, why aren't you with the rest of the V.I.P.s?" He asked as he zipped up his sweat shirt, taking away my perfect view.

"Um, I'm.. not.. V.I.P." I said sheepishly.

"Really? You do know this is a restricted area, right?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned crookedly.

"I know, I, um, just, uh, needed some quiet for, a, uh, minute." I stumbled over my words.

"You could get into a lot of trouble being back here." he cracked a smile, obviously amused.

"I know. I know, I'm sorry. I was just on my way back to my seat." I said quickly.

"Ma'am, this area is for the band and V.I.P. members only." I heard a booming voice say from behind me, almost right on cue. I felt a hand snake around my shoulder. I closed my eyes tightly and bit down on my lip. Shit! Now I really was busted. I turned to see the man holding my shoulder was no joke, he had to be at least six foot three, definitely a bodyguard. If his black suit didn't give it away, his broad shoulders and straight face did.

"It's okay John, she's with me." Criss interjected. I looked up at Criss in confusion. I was with him? Criss flashed a smile and winked at me.

"Sorry Criss." John said, "make sure she gets a badge. Don't want anyone thinking the pretty little lady doesn't belong here." John looked down at me with accusation on his face, giving me a quick once over before he turned and walked away.

"Thanks." I said quietly. Could this night get any worse? Ugh! I was going to hate myself for this later.

"No problem. Just don't make a habit of it." he chuckled. "What are you doing back here anyway?" he asked and folded his arms across his chest.

"I had to make a phone call, it's too noisy out there and I was starting to get a headache. Lame, I know." I laughed slightly, trying to preserve whatever dignity I had left. He smiled and looked to the floor, great, here it comes. I'm about to be booted.

I cleared my throat. "Anyways, I should be going." I said, hoping I could walk away before he threw me out.

"Well, the concert doesn't start for another fifty minutes, if you want to hang back here." he said in a softer voice and shrugged. Was he getting shy? Why the hell would he be getting shy around me?

"I've got a friend meeting me here, I should really," I started. The look on his face almost broke my heart in two. Was he really that disappointed that I wouldn't stay? "but.. I can stay until she calls." I said, unsure of what was really going on.

"Well, this way you can take a breather and let your anxiety settle down." He smiled, his face relaxing and brightening a little more.

"How did you know?" I asked in confusion.

"I'm good at reading people. I can tell you don't really like big crowds, it's written all over your face." He smirked.

I chuckled. "Actually, yea, never did enjoy loads of people all crammed into one room." I admitted. He smiled and led me to a sofa that sat near by.

"I'm really sorry about running into you like that." I said as we took a seat on the couch, not really sure of what else to say. I could feel the growing tension between us, and I wasn't sure if I could hold myself back from jumping his bones. Not that he would mind, from the way he'd been looking at me the whole time, I could tell it was on his mind too.

"Oh don't worry about it. I've met a lot of people in my life and I've had some unbelievable encounters. Some of them you would think I made up. Although, you would have to be the first person who has made the term 'run into' a literal." he chuckled, making me laugh along with him.

"You've got a beautiful smile." he said and bit down on his lip. Did I just hear him correctly? I wasn't sure if he meant to say that out loud.

"Thanks." I smiled up at him. I didn't know what else to say. I cleared my throat. "So, are you here for the concert?" I asked. I knew Sully, the lead singer of Godsmack, was his best friend. Although, I did find it strange that he would come all the way to Michigan just for a concert that he could have in his own backyard any time he wanted.

"Actually a friend of mine is having his birthday party this weekend. You might know him, Ted Nugent?"

"Motor city mad man! Of course I know him. I grew up with his music!" I smiled. "Well, I don't know him, but I know of him." I corrected myself. "He lives like ten miles away from me, although I've never met him. But from what I hear he doesn't actually live in his house around here, he lives in Texas doesn't he?"

"Yea, he usually stays down there. He comes up here during hunting season, lord knows he loves to hunt." Criss chuckled. "Anyway, last years birthday party was a disaster. The paparazzi showed up and started hounding everyone, and well, with Teds attitude things didn't end well. Lots of things got broke and Ted was lucky he wasn't arrested. So this year he decided to have the party in Michigan. Less paparazzi and less of a chance to get thrown in jail." Criss laughed.

"Plus, whether the man likes to admit it or not," he leaned in closer to me, "he's a redneck." he whispered.

"What are you trying to say?" I said, acting as if I took offense to his comment. His face turned a shade of red and his eyes grew wide.

"I am so, sorry. I didn't mean to offend. I wasn't calling you a redneck, I was referring to Michigan, er, Michiganders, er, oh god." he stumbled over his words, searching for the right thing to say. "Not Michigan but people from Michigan, shit, you're from Michigan, um, er," he was speaking so fast that it was almost hard to understand him.

Unable to keep a straight face any longer, I broke out into laughter. He stopped rambling and glared at me.

"What the hell is so funny?" he asked.

"Criss, honestly, I'm not offended. Calm. Down." I managed to say in between laughs.

"Alright, ha ha, very funny." he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Whew. You have to admit, that was great. You should have seen the look on your face." I teased. He laughed along with me for a few minutes before either of us were able to breath enough to talk.

"So, are you from around here?" he asked.

"Yep." I admitted in disappointment. I hated living in Michigan. The economy was shit and so was the weather for that matter. But, my family all lived in Michigan and I was very close to my family.

"You don't sound too thrilled." he stated. "Why the resentment towards Michigan?" he asked. "It's a beautiful state if you ask me."

I sighed and leaned back into the couch. "Not really resentment, just disappointment." I said. Criss raised an eyebrow in question.

"I'm not too fond of the cold, and the snow. The economy sucks here, my family has been fortunate enough to stay afloat, but I can't say that for everyone I know." I explained. I didn't really want to go into detail, it was a depressing issue for me and I didn't really want to get myself in a bad mood.

"So why not just leave?" he asked.

"My family is here, and my friends, my career, my life is here. It's not something I can easily walk away from. Family means everything to me." I explained further.

"I understand," he said, "my family means a lot to me as well. My family and I grew up in New York, and making the decision to move to Las Vegas was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. At that time I didn't have much money, so I had to leave my mom and brothers to go to Vegas. Now, they pretty much live with me in Vegas. My mom kept the house in New York and stays there, she comes to visit a lot though. My brothers have their own places in New York and Las Vegas, but they're mostly in Vegas so they can help me out with my show and things." he explained.

He pressed his lips together, almost as if he said too much. I didn't mind, I wanted to talk to him, I had always wondered what it would be like to talk to a celebrity. Not to talk to them but to actually have a conversation with one.

"I'm sorry, I try not to talk about myself too much." he explained to me when he noticed my confusion about his sudden silence.

"No, its okay, really. I enjoy hearing it." I reassured him with a smile. He smiled back at me, but I could tell that was the last he was going to volunteer his personal information.

"So, um, how old are you? I mean, you look really young." he asked me, obviously trying to change topics.

"Hasn't anyone told you never to ask a woman her age?" I laughed. "I'm twenty five. And yes, I know, I look really young for my age. Which isn't a bad thing, I guess."

"You're very beautiful." Criss smiled.

"Hardly." I mumbled and looked to the floor. He lifted my chin with his finger and looked into my eyes.

"No, but you are." he said softly. His eyes bore into mine and it was beginning to make me feel self conscious.

"Thanks." I mumbled and stared back into his eyes. I couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be some deep and unavoidable connection between us, and I had to admit, it was starting to frighten and excite me all at the same time.

I couldn't believe this was really happening, that I was sitting here having a normal conversation with Criss Angel. But this wasn't Criss Angel, not the one on TV at least, this was a different man. I started to imagine what life would be like with a guy like him.

Id always had a crush on Criss Angel, even though I was twenty five and he was forty three, he definitely didn't look his age, and from what I saw on television, he certainly didn't act his age either. I shivered as my thoughts took me places where they didn't need to be. Just then, as if fate had intervened, Jo texted me. Criss dropped his finger from my face and looked away.

"That's Jo. She's probably freaking out cause I'm not in our seats. I should probably go." I told him with much disappointment. "I guess I should give you this back." I said as I stood up and began to take off his shirt.

"Keep it." He quickly said before I managed to get it over my head. "Don't want you walking around with your, um, shirt like that." he said and his face started to turn a little pink again.

"Thanks." I mumbled softly, trying not to become embarrassed again. I turned to walk away when I heard him call my name.

"Yea?" I asked, turning back around to face him. He stood up and took a couple steps towards me.

"Can I, um, have your number?" He asked in a quiet voice, almost shy like. Again with the shyness, what was up with that?

"I would, but I was raised never to give your number to a stranger." I joked, trying to lighten his mood. Was I flirting? He grinned and chuckled.

"But I'm no stranger, I'm Criss Angel." he said with a crooked smile.

"And why would Criss Angel want my number?" I was flirting! Criss shrugged.

"In case I have to file a lawsuit. I think you broke a rib or two when you ever so violently and carelessly ran into me." He was trying his hardest to contain his smile and seem serious.

"I'd love to see you try. I don't go down easily." I played along. He laughed and shook his head.

"I'll have to remember that." he grinned at me. Was that a sexual reference he just made? My jaw dropped at his comment. He flashed me a quick smile to confirm my suspicion.

"Truth is, I really like you." he admitted. I glared at him, trying to figure out his angle. How could he like me? I was some random stranger that he ran into. I was nothing special and I certainly wasn't within his range of life style.

"Its not every day that I meet someone like you. Someone who actually knows who I am and doesn't have a seizure over meeting me, specially someone who acts like themselves around me. I would like to get to know you better, if that's okay with you." He said.

I decided that instead of arguing his whys, I would accept what he said and see where things went. Although, I knew I was setting myself up. He was a big time celebrity and I was a nobody, it wasn't going to go anywhere, he probably wouldn't even call. I held my hand out for his phone and typed in my number once he gave it to me. I handed it back to him and smiled. He looked happy. This was so weird, like, off the radar weird.

"So, Teds birthday party is this weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me?" Criss asked, staring down at the ground. Was he asking me out on a date? I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"I would love to, but I was supposed to go to a different party this weekend." I told him.

"Oh." He said with sadness. Why did he want me to go so bad? Now I felt bad for telling him no, but what could I do? My obligations were obviously going to be with my best friend.

"I mean, its not that I don't want to. But my friend Jo, she was really looking forward to going and I don't want to disappoint her." I explained in hopes to cheer him up. He looked up at me.

"You can bring her too." he said with a smile. "You can bring anyone you want." I sat back and thought about it for a moment. I would love to go to a party with none other than Criss Angel. And I was sure Jo wouldn't care which party she went to, as long as she went to a party, and I'm sure being surrounded by a bunch of celebrities would turn her into a little school girl.

"Is Sully gonna be there?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why? You got a thing for Sully?" Criss asked, almost defensively.

"Haha, no, but Jo does. If he's gonna be there, then she'll definitely go." I laughed as I explained.

"Of course, he will be there." Criss chuckled. Even better! Jo would freak when she found out about this one. There was no way I was going to turn him down now. Going out on a date with Criss Angel and hooking my best friend up with Sully. Perfect!

"Then yes, we will go." I said trying not to let my excitement leak out. His smile turned into a grin and he nodded.

"Good. I will call you some time this week then." he responded. We both stood for a moment, neither of us wanting to say goodbye, but both of us knowing we had to.

"Well, it was really nice to meet you Criss." I finally said and held my hand out to him. Instead of shaking my hand, he took it in his and kissed the top of it.

"The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Lana." he gave me a sexy smile and I just about melted right then and there. "Have a wonderful night and enjoy the concert." he said.

I wasn't sure of what else to do or say, so I smiled and headed to the door. I was well aware of Criss watching me as I walked away. Just to be certain, I took one last glance over my shoulder before the door slammed behind me. He was so checking me out!

I couldn't help it, I squealed like a school girl and jumped up and down, practically the whole way back to my seat.

"Where have you been? Tell me you grabbed me a beer? Where did you get that shirt? You're swimming in it." Jo asked as I took a seat next to her. Her anxiety for the concert obviously giving her a run for her money.

"Dude, you are never gonna believe what just happened."

A/N: I definitely changed this first chapter up. I just wasn't happy with how they originally met. I mean, c'mon, meeting at walmart.. lame.. lol.. So anyone who has read this story before, and has just now read this new version, please, let me know what you think! Do you like it more than the walmart version? As always, thank you so much for reading :)