April 21, 2013
Dear readers, I am SO sorry for the LONG, LONG, LONG wait. I have been going through some stressful things as I only have 20 or so days left of high school, I have also been working on other projects and such, which has left me VERY little time to write. I decided to go ahead and release this chapter to apologize and hope that it can appease some of you folks. I frankly don't know when the next chapter will be up, but I pray that it'll be soon.
Thanks so much to those who reviewed. I kept this story so secret even before I set up my account because I was so worried about people being very critical on a negative side. I am glad that this has been entertaining a lot of people. Let it be noted, later on in this chapter when describing Katara's attire, well I am absolutely trying my best. I have no idea what it is like to wear a dress (since the whole guy aspect, and I can live with a pair of jeans, t shirt, a cap, and some tennis shoes) nor do I know the most adequate way to describe it, but I gotta say for the gals out there, you definitely know how to pull the look off better than I could, hahaha. Just sort of imagine her when we see her in the final attire she is wearing in the series finale if that helps somewhat, just edit some from what I've got in my story. Also, sorry for the long wait; with Senior year in High School just being long and strenuous, I don't have a lot of time to write, so I am quite thankful when I get a weekend or an hour or so to write this stuff down. So, sorry it's been a LONG wait, but I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Anyway here is Chapter 7 and I'll see you at the bottom of the document.
Chapter 7: The Nashville Ball
Aang pulled up to Katara's house with the cooling sound of Little Big Town playing on the radio. He shut the truck's engine off and climbed out from the cab. He straightened his tie, checked the cuffs on his sleeves, held onto the purple corsage he had picked up for her, and took a moment to look at the house.
Originally he assumed that with all the money she would have accumulated, she would have a massive mansion with a garage full of cars, almost similar to something you would find in Tony Stark's mansion. However this was the exact opposite of what he had anticipated. This house was tri-level house and had an old-style Victorian era look to it. It was painted the lightest shade of blue in the world with a rather thin stone pathway leading up to the doors. The garage wasn't the size of a yacht, but rather a simple two car garage that anyone else would probably own.
He walked up to the door and knocked a couple of times, and was greeted surprisingly by Sokka. He was dressed in a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and surprisingly, it looked like he had a five-o clock shadow.
"Hey man, come on in." replied the co-CEO.
"I thought you said you were going to spend some time with Suki? Wasn't the point that I go, and you have your "fun time"?" he innocently asked.
"Well I wanted to make sure that Katara was picked up, and since I have a back-up set of clothes and such, I just figured I'd change and clean myself here. Kill two birds with one stone." He replied as he lead Aang to the couch.
At this moment, Aang started to survey the living room a little bit more. To the left, almost parallel to the door was the stairs that lead to the next floor. There was a simple fireplace right across from him with an elegantly carved mantle, which adorned some pictures and a few mementos. To the left of that lead to the dining room and kitchen, and looped right back into the living room. There was surprisingly wasn't a TV in the living room but he just pushed that aside from his mind.
"Alright man, feel free to take a look around if you want to. I'll tell Katara that you're here and I have to get ready myself." Sokka replied.
Aang set the corsage down on the glass table in front of him, hung his jacket on a hand carved coat rack, and walked toward the mantle. A slight grin came onto his mouth as he saw a photo of a three year old Katara with a bunch of icing from a birthday cake, smeared all over her fingers and mouth with a pink birthday hat adorning her head. He chuckled at the comical picture; it was cute but so full of life.
He gently set the photo down and moved onto the next thing. He saw a newer JVC camera and surprisingly sitting adjacent to it was a rather old and clunky looking Kodak camera from what appeared to be from the 80's or so. In front of these two items was a photo of Katara squatting in what appeared to be a park. She looked about 13 or so and was preparing to take a shot of something. She was wearing a blue sweatshirt with jeans, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a pair of sunglasses sitting on top of her head.
He gently picked up the older camera and examined it. On the bottom had a small bronze plaque, and engraved was a K. Aqua. He didn't understand why she would own an older camera, but there was bound to be a reason.
The final photo was of her was at her graduation from college. She was standing around with her father, brother, and what appeared to be her grandfather. She had a small smile on her face but it almost looked like in the deepest depths of her eyes that there was a hint of sadness. He didn't know what it was, but he decided not to press the issue, it was her business and only hers.
At this moment he heard some footsteps start to come down the stairs and quickly set the photo back up on the mantle. When he turned around, he swore his eyes were playing every trick in the book on him as she said to him, "Well Mr. Hudson, how do I look?"
Katara was dressed in a strapless blue dress that went down to her ankles with a slight slit going about halfway up her shin on the right side. It also had a somewhat middle to low V shape in the chest area. It was appropriate enough, but still quite sexy in its own regard. She was wearing some black, three inch heels that had quite a shine to them. Her neck still had that pendent around her, but his eyes were fixated on her face. She had just a little bit of red lipstick on her cute lips, a light amount of eye shadow on. She also had her hair in long flowing locks that went down to about the center of her spine. To Aang, she looked more beautiful than the day he first met her.
Katara slightly blushed as she could see by the awed look on his face by the way she had dressed and subsequently turned away. She found that she always had heads turning at whatever she wore, but she wanted to dress up nice tonight since she was going to be hanging off of the shoulder of someone instead of her brother.
At this moment Aang quickly composed himself and somewhat clumsily walked over to where she was. His antics were leading her to quickly try to stifle a laugh
'Come on legs, work with me here, your making me look like an utter fool!' his mind screamed at his body.
As he bent over to pick up the corsage and pin it on her dress he spoke in a slightly nervous voice, "Honestly, you look outstanding."
She blushed at this truthful statement as she moved over so Aang could go retrieve his coat. After grabbing his own he delicately picked up her light blue jacket and gently let her ease into it. He carefully grabbed onto her arm to lead her out as she locked the door behind them. Aang led her to the passenger truck door opening it for her.
She smiled and jokingly said. "And they say chivalry is dead."
Aang chuckled a bit before walking to the driver's side to open the door. As he fired up the engine, he pulled out a Jason Aldean CD and popped it into the console. The music was rocking but sweet to the ear that left a smile on the both of their faces; currently "Church Pew or Bar Stool" was playing of the high quality speakers and Aang was singing along while Katara patted on her leg in tempo to the music.
As they drove up to a red light, Aang turned down the speakers and decided to ask some questions to her concerning the events.
"So Ms. Aqua, what do I need to know about attending this prestigious event?" he asked.
"Well I don't believe you to be as rowdy as my brothers, but pretend as if you were going to a wedding. Feel free to be excited, but we are mainly going to try to promote you to the media. We also will have a fan Q&A. While I don't think we will be getting a lot of questions, take the time though to study what the other artists and how they act." She replied.
"Okay, anything else I need to know?" he questioned.
"Well, just like you, there are going to be other talents there. Specifically I don't know who will be there, but if you see someone that you are a big fan of, keep your trousers on. We don't need you going up to them and acting like a fan girl. While it is polite to mingle with other artists, we can't have you revert to fan mode and nearly jump their bones. Lucky for you, I am really good friends with practically everyone there so as long as you keep your cool, I am sure they wouldn't mind talking to you a bit and not call the security guards to toss you out." She stated firmly
Aang took this time to soak it in. He figured that he would be running into stars that he had listened to and admired. He knew that he would be under the same pressures as they would, but he would still be on his best behavior, for the most part as hidden in his pocket was a small autograph book with a pen, and in his pocket was a new 2013 JVC video camera so he could take some photos. He'd listen, however he would bend a few laws here and there.
They drove up to the elegant, white building that looked like a cross between a city hall and a banquet hall. There was a red carpet adorning the steps that lead to the opened doors, along with a roped wall separating the clamoring media and the people walking up the carpet.
He stopped his car and handed his keys off to a chauffeur to drive it to a designated parking area. He carefully held out his hand to help his "date" out of the truck.
'"Date" I really like the sound of that.' He thought to himself as he looked at the beautiful woman accompanying him.
He marveled at the sight of all these people, and before he knew it, Katara was pulling him toward the doors. As they stood at the beginning of the carpet to lead into the hall, she clasped her arm around his. As the pop of flashbulbs, the voices of many reporters clamoring, and the tug of fans trying to drag them closer, left the pair slightly disoriented. Before they knew it, they were safely at the end of the carpet and into the building.
Aang's mind had practically exploded as he slowly walked through the halls. Everywhere in nearly every circle was at least one country music superstar, there was a big stage where people would perform, probably later on for the guest's entertainment, and a table was pushed to the back of the stage to be set up later for the interviews. There was an elegant fountain with a swan in the middle, as well as a table with all sorts of food and drinks. To say that Aang was astounded, would be a massive under understatement.
As they moved to their designated table Aang was still practically drooling as he momentarily glared at people he grew up listening to; Merle Haggard, George Jones, Alan Jackson, Easton Corbin, Ronnie Dunn, Kix Brooks, Jason Aldean, and a whole bunch of other artists. What had bewildered him even more is that Katara was shaking hands and saying hello to these gentlemen as if they were friends that just saw one another a day ago. This was quite a sight for him.
When they finally made it to their table, Aang's chin was practically hanging off the ground. Katara just sat there as she finished checking her makeup, not even phased by the people she just met.
"Are you okay?" she replied at an open mouth, wide eyed Aang.
"You just shook hands with some of the greatest country musicians alive, and you aren't as excited as I am?" he questions as if she had lost her mind.
"I've known them a long time remember. Now, if you behave yourself, we'll go up and talk to some of the other artists." She chided in a joking fashion.
At this moment a man in a purple tuxedo walked up to the microphone. At first glance he looked like a senile old man with multicolored rings of different gemstones on each of his ten fingers. His hair was awkwardly parted as his hair stuck out like pigtails of white, and he also had a bushy beard that came off of his chin. He looked like an even madder version of Emmitt Brown from "Back To the Future".
"Welcome to the 93rd Annual Nashville Ball here at Omashu Hall. I am the president of the committee that has held this event all these years. I have been a huge fan of country music, all the way back to the days of Hank Williams. I hope that you all have fun tonight with some of these seasoned veterans of the music world, and some of the new rookies here as well. Be merry and I hope you have a fine time at our hall tonight" as he let out a snorting laugh.
Aang let a small smile break on his face as he recognized his old friend from long ago.
"Mr. Omashu is probably the weirdest person that has ever graced this earth; however, I do enjoy the fact that he has fun with this event and has hosted it here for nearly 85 percent off compared to other places." Katara stated.
At this moment the old gentleman walked down to the main level and walked to their table. At this moment Aang stood up and hugged the old geezer, leaving Katara rather confused and embarrassed.
'Why is he hugging the mayor and president of Omashu Incorporated?! Has he finally lost his mind?!' her mind screamed.
"Ms. Aqua, allow me to explain, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine, Bumi Omashu." He gestured to the older gentlemen beside him.
He stuck out his hand, and shook it gently, "Ah, Ms. Aqua, what a pleasure seeing you here. Is your brother here tonight? I always have enjoyed him finishing off whatever was left of the dinner."
The three of them chuckled for a moment, "No, I am sorry Mr. Omashu, my brother had other plans tonight and couldn't attend." she replied.
"Well that's a shame, always made the clean up crew's job easier. Well Aang, I hope you have a good evening. I know you have said you've wanted to meet some of the legends, so use this time to learn from them and embrace that old childhood dream you've held for so long." He replied before walking off to the next table to mingle with his guests.
"So… how do you know Mr. Omashu?" she questioned.
He lightly chuckled as he realized how odd the situation may have been for her. "Well, 'Bumi' has been a family friend of my granddads' for years. When they were in their younger years, they decided to start their own band. They weren't extremely successful, but they were in it for the music anyway. Anyway, Bumi had come to visit us as I grew up and taught me some rather, 'interesting' things." He faintly blushed at the lessons and other things that his "Uncle Bumi" had taught him in his younger years, such as where babies come from at the young age of 8.
"Anyway, he's been like an uncle to me more or less. As I've grown older, I have grown closer to him and he has become a great friend to me as well." He honestly stated.
After eating dinner, Aang timidly made it over to the other tables and started to talk to some of the veterans of the country genre. He was in a semi-circle discussing music and singing verses with Easton Corbin, Jason Aldean, Mark Chesnutt, Brantley Gilbert, Ronnie Dunn, George Jones and at least a whole other handful of people. Katara just smirked at the sight as she sipped her wine. Aang looked like he was a kid in a candy shop, and everyone who he had obviously admired were laughing, singing as a giant band, and telling stories to one another.
She gently got up and walked over to the ensemble. Aang was still animated as ever with the gentlemen around him as the gentlemen were still laughing at some of the stories.
"Having fun gentlemen?" she replied with her wine glass in her hand.
At this moment, a wall of men parted and Aang was standing in the middle, with a shocked look on his face after the story was stopped mid-sentence, but a wide smile started to spread after a few moments.
"Ms. Aqua, let me just simply say, I'd love to tour with this good old boy. I'll talk to Mercury Nashvile Records, and I'll try to get a few songs recorded with you guys." replied Easton Corbin.
At this statement, each of the gentlemen exchanged information with Katara stunned and Aang overjoyed.
'Wow, I've been friends with these guys for the longest time, and now that we have Aang on board with us, we are bound to spring back even faster then I believed!' her mind said in excitement.
At this moment, Bumi came over the microphone to make an announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen of the country genre, please come to the stage so we may begin our annual press conference for the newcomers and the old timers." as he finished off with a snorting laugh.
After they finished up their conversation and trading information they moved up to the stage to begin the interviews. The rest of the group was further down, and Katara sat down next to Aang. He was slightly puzzled that there were two open seats next to him, but thought nothing of it, just to try and enjoy the atmosphere of tonight.
For about the first 30 minutes, the veterans and legends were getting all the questions asked. Aang didn't mind much, this was their night to shine, but at least he could take the time to study what they were going for and how they handled the media.
As the questions for the veterans stopped, it was now time for the rookies to make their mark on the world. Aang sat at the table with a nametag on the table and a microphone in front of him. As soon as he was about to speak, he heard a loud slam from behind the stage.
At this moment, a man in a black leather jacket emerged from the shadows with a woman nearly in the same outfit behind him. Practically everyone was now focused on this stranger with a brash attitude. Aang examined him a bit more as his curiosity was piqued.
Accompanying his jacket was also a black shirt with a fiery emblem printed on the front. He also had a pair of black leather pants as well with black leather shoes. Any more leather on this guy and he could have been a former member of Judas Priest for all he knew.
He continued to scan the man while time permitted; his skin was about as dark as Katara and Sokka's. He had a soul patch adorning his chin. His hair was somewhat thick and stopped right about at the bridge of his nose. It arched in a scraggly "V" shape. He also had a pair of shades on and a bandana adorning his head. Finally hanging in his mouth was a lit cigarette, as a thick halo of smoke built up around his face.
At this moment, Bumi approached him and childed him about smoking in his town hall.
He arrogantly removed his sunglasses and spoke, "Sorry old fella, I'll gladly put it out."
At this moment he grabbed Aang's cup and dropped it right into it, extinguishing the dim fire, before placing it back in front of the Texas native. He and his female friend sat down, and finally his brain clicked with the information it so highly needed.
"Okay people, I've got 15 minutes to be here. Let's get the questions started so I can continue to set the world on fire with my music."
After the stunned crowed sobered up, the flashbulbs, video cameras, microphones, and general cacophony resumed. After a row of reporters tried to stick their microphone in whosever face they could, someone came out on top in the battle.
"Hello, Saphire Fire of Nashville 20. Both of you have a promising career ahead of you, do you feel that this may spark a rivalry between the two, also why are you involved in this career?"
Jet just sneered as he spoke, "I feel that we are equally talented, however I think we will let the fans decide on who is the better artist. I came here to make a lot of money and let the fans have a show with pyrotechnics and such."
The reporters then shifted their attention to Aang, he didn't know whether he felt more intimidated by the fact that it was his turn and the media was there, or if it was because Jet was there, either way, he didn't feel the most welcome, "Well, I agree with Mr. West's statement in honesty; however I came here to make music for the fans. I honestly prefer to follow George Strait's ideas in that I just want to stand up on stage with my guitar, my band, and my voice and sing for people. The smoke, the lights, the fire, all those are just glitter and don't make my band and I any better than anyone else."
After 15 minutes of interviewing and some intimidating glares by Jet, Aang and Katara finally started to leave. However before they headed out the doors, Aang brought out his camcorder and had a few pictures taken with his childhood heroes. He quickly ran over to purchase a new George Jones Greatest Hits album and rushed back to have the artists sign on the inserted book, before depositing it in his coat pocket.
At this moment, Jet tapped him on the shoulder as he headed out the door and threateningly warned him, "Listen punk, this town is only big enough for two of us and I intend on being on top." As he glared at Katara, "And you might want to keep an eye on her, you just never know when she may come running into my arms." He sneered as he shoved him away.
Aang glared slightly but turned away to grab Katara before heading out the doors, and still there was Jet grinning with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
When Aang opened up the doors to exit, he was quite surprised to find that it was pouring rain. Making a rather hasty decision, he grabbed his coat and flung it over Katara's body to keep her dry as she laughed and laughed at the excitement of running out into the surprisingly warm rain.
They quickly made it over to the truck as they still were laughing at their situation. Aang was practically drenched, head to toe in water, and Katara's hair and face were slightly damp. He swore that she looked like a beautiful angel at this sight. Her skin glimmered in the light and her damp hair was matted and sprawled out in a rather messy, but sexy way.
His mind was suddenly yanked from his trance as he realized how cold he really was in his drenched suit. He was quite thankful to find that his camera and CD were in perfect condition as he fired up the truck.
"Okay, listen. I am absolutely freezing my butt off. While I know this is going to be really uncomfortable, I'm going to have to turn the heat up to about 80 something degrees to keep my body temperature up, and hopefully it will also help dry out my clothes." He practically shouted as the rain continued.
It was taking them forever to get back to Katara's house as the rain continued dumping buckets upon buckets on the road. It looked more like a tsunami or a hurricane was coming through rather than a measly rainstorm. However with Aang's slow driving, the easing sound of music coming over the speakers, and an attractive woman next to him, this wasn't that bad.
Finally they got to her house as he still covered her with his jacket, both of them laughing as they raced to get to the door. Katara fumbled with her keys a bit before opening up the door, still cackling as she slumped onto the couch.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I am practically freezing from the rain. You wouldn't happen to have any guy clothes I could borrow do you?" asked a visibly shivering Aang.
"Sure, go upstairs and the door straight ahead is Sokka's room, I know he has some shirts and pants up there." She replied.
Aang went ahead and did as he was told, however he got more than he was bargaining for. Initially he assumed that in this room, he would be greeted by darkness and silence, and to disturb it with the flick of a light to see. However he was quite wrong on this occasion.
Aang certainly got a sight, and his mind had practically exploded as his face turned a bright scarlet. Inside this room was a nude Sokka with a equally nude Suki in a rather confusing and somewhat elaborate stance.
"Aang!? What the hell do you think you are doing! Shut the fricking light out!" Sokka practically screamed at him as he used a pillow to cover himself as Suki covered up using the blanket.
"Sorry I… shirt… wet… cold… uh… truck… door?" he stuttered out.
"Aang, you have five seconds to tell me what the hell you want, or you're going to have the sword hanging above the mirror cut your balls off!" he yelled.
Aang was embarrassed, sweating like a pig in fear, and also shivering still from the cold.
"I need some clothes because I got chilled to the bone from the rain out there." He yelped in a high pitched voice.
"Well get the hell outta here. Listen, go downstairs and head on down into the basement. I've got some clothes down there. Now if you don't leave by the count of five; that sword and you body are going to become fast friends" he warned.
At this moment Aang covered his eyes, slammed the door, and went rushing downstairs.
"Hey, which way is your basement, apparently there are some warm clothes downstairs." He said to as his face still looked somewhat pale.
"Just go past the kitchen and head on down the stairs, be careful though." She replied
Aang tromped down the stairs in the pitch black basement. He tried flipping on the light, but to no avail.
"Great, the lightbulb is burnt out, just what I need." he exclaimed in aggravation.
He continued down, and carefully felt around for anything and everything that was around him.
"Okay, let's see here, drier, drier, drier? Oh here we go" as his hand hit opened up the lid.
He reached down and searched for a shirt and a pair of jeans if he could. Finally he grabbed onto a soft cotton shirt and a pair of denim jeans. He fumbled around with removing the buttons and slid on the clothes.
"Yeesh, I know Sokka is kind of thin, but how tight does he have to wear these pants?! And what the hell is wrong with this shirt?! Yeesh, he needs to put on some muscle or at least find something better to fit him." He muttered to himself.
Katara was sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses sitting on the table in front of her. She was thinking about the amazing night that she had. She was treated like a princess, and this new artist was her prince for the night.
'I wonder if he is interested in me. Should I ask him out on another event, maybe out to dinner?' she mused in her mind.
'He's sweet, charming, a great…' as her mind shut off at the sight in front of her.
Standing across the room was Aang, but he looked quite different compared to what he usually wore.
Standing before her was Aang in a pair of black skinny jeans that practically were up to his shins, and since he couldn't button them, the fly and button was open with the slight shade of blue filling in the gap. He also had a hot pink shirt on that stopped at his navel that said 'Party Girl' on it.
At this point she was practically laughing her guts out at the sight.
"What is so funny and why is it so cold in here?!" he countered back at the laughing girl.
She still was laughing as she sputtered out words, "Shirt… pants… mirror…look!"
Aang moved over to the mirror in her living room and his face flushed deep red at the embarrassment of what he saw. Sure enough he was wearing a hot pink shirt that was written in rhinestones, "Party Girl", the fly of the jeans only covered about 30 percent of his boxers.
As Katara's laughter had settled she walked by and motioned him to follow her.
As he waddled over to the basement door, he saw that there was a light switch just near the door, and when it was flipped on, surely enough, the light came to life.
"Sorry, I should have told you that the light switch on the inside is damaged, so you have to access the light from outside the basement." She joked lightly.
As they once again clomped down the stairs, Aang was amazed with what he saw.
The basement was actually a fully furnished entertainment room with a bar included. How he hadn't felt around and seen this, he was amazed. On the far end of the room was a TV with all the same video game systems he saw back at Katara's office with a few more games. There were some really comfortable leather chairs along the sides of the walls.
As Aang sat down on the couch as Katara tossed him some clothes to put on, it was her turn to blush. She caught sight that while he had rummaged through the drier, he had accidently pulled out a bra and panties of hers. To add insult to injury, he was changing out of the far too tight clothing and was only in his boxers.
She quickly stuffed her undergarments into the drier again and when she turned around, Aang was dressed in a black, rather form fitting George Strait, "Somewhere Down in Texas" album shirt and a pair of blue jeans and a clean pair of socks.
She clapped her hands once and motioned him to come back up the stairs. They sat down on the couch as he pulled out his CD and his camera, turning it on.
"I had such a great time tonight. To think that I got to go to an event to meet some of my childhood heroes and get to go with a beautiful woman tonight." He replied as he flicked through his photos before blushing at the realization of what he said.
Katara gasped but slowly slipped into a smile at the compliment as Aang started stuttering to fix his blunder.
She chuckled at his attempts to recover but silenced him with the wave of a hand.
"No, no. It's fine, I had a great time myself and it was kind of nice to be a woman tonight rather than being a corporate CEO that people are afraid of. You really are an amazing and handsome young man" as she looked him in the eye.
At this moment it was if magnets were drawing the two together. Closer and closer they moved, and before either of them knew it, their lips were connected. They slightly moaned at the closeness and wonder of the two.
Before too long the two of them eventually fell asleep on the couch, snuggled against one another. Tonight was definitely an amazing night.
So how was that, the final interview was kinda dumb in my opinion. I am NOT the greatest at writing this stuff, so I just wanted to give it my best shot. I couldn't think of too much. Also sorry for ending, this chapter alone was 11 pages long so I am sorry for the suck butt ending.
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