I stared out at the huge building before me and the mass of screaming fans.
Wow. This must really be a big deal. I walked down the sidewalk and made my way carefully past these fans. I glanced at them and practically felt the burn of the glare as I made my way to the ticket window. I peeked past the desk and then gently knocked on the glass window. I waited for someone to come by but no one did. I bit my bottom lip and leaned in, letting my hair fall past my shoulder and my beanie slip a bit. I pulled it down and knocked again on the window. No one came again so I knocked once more only to be greeted by a lady with a blond hair and a sweet smile. She smiled at me widely and said hello. I waved awkwardly and shivered in my black leather jacket. Why'd it have to be so cold?
"Can I help you?"
I nodded and breathed out. It was so cold; I could see my own puff of sighs. "Uh huh."
She nodded. "Are you here for the V.I.P. meet and greet?" I nodded.
"That's what my sister signed me up for."
"Alright, can I have your name sweetheart?"
"Can I see the list?"
She smirked and handed me the list through the slot. I skimmed the page of endless names and highlighted it in pink. I gave her the list back with the highlighter attached.
The woman's eyes skimmed down the list on a clipboard. She smiled and then reached under the counter for a pass and a strap. She handed it to me through the window slot. "Do you have your ticket for the show?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a red and pick ticket. I shoved it in through the slot and blew my hands with my warm breath and rubbed my black mittens together. She ripped off the edge of the ticket and gave it back to me. "Alright, here you go. Enjoy the show and have fun."
"Err, thanks, um…" I glanced at the strapped nametag around her neck. "Stormie."
She smiled and rang a button so I could be let in. I ran through the doors of the building and sighed in relief at the warmth. I looked around the red, velvety room and took in its grand appearance. The lights were golden and the ceiling was decked out in colors so vibrant and beautiful, it was almost magical. The walls had frames of all kinds of performers and there was grand staircase that descended the side-length of the room. Man, nice place.
I readjusted my beanie and wiped off my leather jacket and wondered where I should go. I looked around and noticed a sign that read: "Meet and Greet V.I.P.s this way. Please have your ticket and pass ready." I shrugged and made my way over there when something hit my head. I rubbed my head and turned around to see a blond haired boy. He was holding a black guitar in his hand and looked kind of embarrassed. I glared at him and huffed. "You know when someone accidentally hits someone's head; the polite thing to do would be to say sorry." I rubbed my head and noticed my beanie had fallen off. I sighed bitterly and bumped heads when he leaned down to pick it up for me. I glared at him. "Are you trying to kill me?" He smiled cockily and raised an eyebrow.
"No, but do you want me to?"
"Only if it means to get away from you…"
His smile faded and reappeared as he leaned in to me and smiled crookedly. "Do you know who I am?" I nodded. "Yes, I do…" I batted my eyes at him and bit my bottom lip. "You're…" he leaned in closer and bit his lip. "Uh huh, I'm what…?" I stopped inches from his nose and gave him a dead stare. "Obnoxious and rude, now please get out of my face."
He gave me a shocked expression and scratched his head. "Hey, look I'm sorry I hit your head with Juliet-"I laughed. "Juliet?" He pointed to his guitar and went on. "I'm sorry I hit you. Now, here's your beanie." He handed me the yellow beanie and smiled. "I like your beanie." I raised a brow. "It's yellow." He nodded. "Which is exactly why I like it. Now are you some lost fan or something that you're wandering the lobby?" I shook my head. "No, all I know is that I am supposed to be coming to this 'meet and greet' to meet this band called 'R5'. My sister was supposed to go but she was grounded so she sold her ticket and now I'm here alone, talking to you, at a show where I don't even know who R5 even is."
The blond haired dude laughed. "Are you serious?" I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm lying. Now if you would excuse me, I have to go to this 'meet and greet'." I walked through the curtains and whistled at the size of stadium. I saw a line of girls streamed around the stage, anxiously waiting in an arc. I saw four people seated at the stage, smiling and laughing.
One of them was dirty blond dude. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt with a killer leather jacket, dark denim, and fluorescent blue hi-tops. He had nice bright smile and tender look in his brown eyes. Fancy, huh?
The blond haired girl had straight hair and wore a pink plaid shirt with a leather jacket almost similar to mine. Her jeans were also dark denim and she wore neon pink hi-tops. She had a lot of bracelets on and looked absolutely fabulous with a similar look in her eyes as the blond guy. Fancy, huh?
The brunette with long hair wore a lime green plaid shirt with a leather jacket similar to the guy's. His jeans were also dark denim and he wore bright, lime green hi-tops. His eyes matched the other two. Another fancy one?
There was one more guy there with brown hair, except his was shorter. He wore a dark green plaid shirt and an equally killer leather jacket with his dark green hi-tops. Man, these guys knew how to dress.
I stared at them as they turned their heads to me. They smiled and I looked at the floor. The girl laughed. "Hey, looks like we got a stray V.I.P. You wanna make your way over here?" I huffed and walked solemnly over there when I felt a sharp pain behind my knee. "Ow!" I yelled. I quickly went to the floor and rubbed the tendon hit.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
I smiled weakly and was about to wave off the apology when I saw who it was and scowled.
"You again…"
The blond guy smiled showing off his pearly whites and chuckled. "Well don't say it like that."
I rubbed the back of my knee when I heard footsteps making their way to me. It was the blond woman from the window. Stormie, I think her name was.
"Oh my, honey are you okay?!" I nodded as she rubbed the back of my knee. I grinned. That actually felt nice. She smiled and looked up at the evil blonde culprit. "Ross, what happened? What did you do to her?" His name's Ross? I actually like that name for a guy. "Ross? What happened?" Ross sighed and hung Juliet behind his back. "I was gonna swing Juliet behind my back when I accidentally hit the back of her knee. I promise I didn't mean to do it!" I glared at him. "Oh yeah, kinda like you didn't mean to hit my head with that killer guitar and hit my forehead with your dense skull!"
Ross grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry!" He tried to place his hand behind my knee but ended up stabbing it. I shrieked. "Ow! Why are you trying to kill me?!" Ross tried to place his hand on my knee but as he leaned forward, his guitar slipped and the tip of his guitar's neck hit me square in the eye. "OW!" I heard more footsteps coming towards me and saw the whole band make their way towards me as I covered my right eye. I heard a few chuckles in the small crowd and a few words I really shouldn't mention. The other dirty blond guy slapped Ross's head and put his hand gently on my shoulder. "Is he bothering you?" He smiled sweetly and I swooned. "Yes…yes he is."
He stretched out his hand and I took it. "I'm Riker." He said as he shook my hand. The only girl gently stretched out my leg and smiled at me. "I'm Rydel. We've got someone coming with something to bad that leg of yours. You never know what you might need when you're touring." I chuckled. "With this guy…"I pointed to the danger hazard. "I could see why." Stormie cupped my hand covering my right eye and gently removed it. "Oh my…"I widened my left eye and flipped my hair as I turned to glare briefly at him. "What's wrong? What's wrong with my eye?!" Ross looked down and put on the cutest puppy-dog face in seriousness. "You're eye is swelling and it's purple…" I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone and set the camera. My eye looked disgusting.
"I don't like you."
The long haired brunette leaned by me and whispered in my ear rather loudly: "Neither do we." I smiled. "Rocky by the way." I waved at him.
"Hey Ross! I got the bands!" Ross turned around and caught the bands to be wrapped around my knee. Ross tossed them and hit me on my head with them. His eyes widened as I grimaced and my beanie slipped off. "Sorry!" I shook my head and sighed. Ross carefully reached for my beanie and managed to pull it on my head without killing me. He smoothed out the hair from my face and smiled sweetly and gazed into my eyes. "You have prettybrown eyes…and surprisingly, that yellow beanie really suits your red hair. You're really pretty." I furrowed my brows and scoffed. "Sure I do because I look fabulous with a swollen black eye." He nodded.
"Yes, you do."