Chapter 4

-Holly Wainright-

I'm so gonna get creamed.

I had somehow managed to escape the sea of screaming fans and get outside, where the band's tour bus stood before me in all its glory. I had half a mind to sneak onto it, but I knew it was most likely guarded in some way.

Somewhere in the distance, the fans gathered outside for autographs. It wasn't until I heard all those screaming girls waving paper in the air when I realized that I must have been standing there an awful long time. Cautiously, I crept closer to the massive bus, glancing in all directions for a security guard. I knew I was in a restricted area, so I was tingling all over.

Blood started pounding in my ears when I heard footsteps in the distance. Out of panic, I shuffled behind the bus. But I was quickly relieved when I heard Bill's voice mixed in with that of the rest of the band. Cautiously, I crept around the corner of the bus, only to suddenly be grabbed by the arm and dragged out from behind my hiding spot.

When I dared look up, I was staring right into the glaring eyes of a security guard. He was yelling something at me in German, and I was shaking all over. Suddenly he started yanking at my arm, heaving me toward the gate I had jumped over to get in.

But to my relief, Bill ran up to the security guard and started talking to him. I couldn't figure out what he was saying, but I could tell he was protesting. The cop gave the singer a questioning look, but listened the entire way through. Finally, he grumbled reluctantly and let me go. I was relieved for a split second, but my heart started thudding with anxiety when Bill approached me with a broad smile on his face.

"Holly," he whispered. "We meet again."