James jumped. This was all for him! A band!
"Can we get your autograph?" begged a flute player, who was helping two others hold up a banner with James's face on it. "That's not how you ask him!" snorted the trumpet player. "James, may we please get one of your autographs? I know it's asking a lot, and I don't think you're supposed to be talking to people such as me, who are so low down…" his voice trailed off.
"Uh…I'm tired right now, so…maybe tomorrow?" James asked. The band all nodded at him. They adjusted their instruments, and resumed playing.
"What's that?" Logan muttered groggily. James turned around. "Oh, it's a band for me" James replied, as if he was commenting on the weather.
"CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN?" James yelled out the window at the band. They instantly stopped. "Sure, do you want anything else?" the flute player asked. "That's not how you ask James Maslow anything!" the trumpet player shot at her.
James shook his head. A whole band for him! He really hoped he wasn't dreaming. Kendall, Carlos, Logan and James got up to bed. Kendall had to carry Katie into her room, because she didn't feel like getting up.
When James woke up in the morning, he took a two hour shower, and spent half an hour combing his hair. Kendall, who was already up, watched James tie and untie his bandanna seventeen times, before yelling "YOUR BANDANNA LOOKS FINE!"
James jumped. "I have to look good for the press" he replied. Kendall rolled his eyes. "Well, this is my bathroom, you know! Come on, I have to brush my teeth!"
James made an impatient noise, and walked out of the bathroom. He resumed tying his bandanna in front of the mirror.
"Carlos, no, that's my math homework!" Logan muttered in his sleep. James threw a pillow at him. "Get up, it's a dream!" James told Logan.
"Yeah, I wouldn't destroy your math!" Carlos assured him. "Well, at least not to your face…" he added.
As James exited the Palm Woods, he had barely taken half a dozen steps, when a voice yelled, "IT'S HIM!"
James looked around, and saw a band member pointing frantically at him. James remembered from last night. "You said you'd give as an autograph", the band player reminded him.
James pulled at his bandanna. "Well…I didn't really expect you to take me seriously", he muttered. "Well, we did!" said the band member, jumping up and down.
James loved fans, but…overenthusiastic band players? Not really your typical normal fan.
"Oh, don't mind Kyle!" said the trumpet player, pushing the other boy away. "He's always demanding stuff! Anyway, can you sign an autograph?" he added hopefully.
James signed one for him, and the band members got into a big fight about who got to hold the autograph first. Then, Kyle spotted Logan and Kendall, and yelled, "JAMES MASLOW'S BEST FRIENDS!" he cried.
Half the band members took off towards them. "HEY, I'M GETTING CLAUSTRAPHOBIA!" Logan yelled, as the band members swarmed around him and Kendall.
James looked around, and was surprised to see Katie at his side. "Come on, you have to model, remember?" she asked. James started to walk away with her, and all the band members followed, bringing Kendall and Logan with them.
James's stomach turned when he spotted his studio. Thousands of people were hanging out there, and it took him an hour to get past them all.
The modeling agency didn't mind that James was late. Both the photographers asked James for an autograph, and were both shocked when James signed them an autograph for them.
But then, suddenly, the doors to his studio burst open, and hundreds of people came swarming in.
"James, we need you for a talk show" called a lady. "No way!" said a guy, pushing past her. "I need James for a bandanna man commercial. He can advertise bandannas, and I'll become rich!"
"Not so fast!" said another guy. James covered his ears, and yelled "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"
The crowd grew silent. "What, do you need an aspirin?" one of the photographers asked. "NO!" exploded James. "I JUST NEED PEACE AND QUIET! I JUST NEED QUIET!"
He ran out of the room, and opened the door to the bedroom Katie had made for him. There were gold hangings on his bed. He had never had gold hangings on his bed before!
"This is too rich for me!" he exclaimed. He ripped the hangings off his bed, and got in, He burrowed under the covers, and stewed there for an hour.
When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the light shining through his jewel encrusted window. Jewel encrusted window, is everything jewel encrusted now? James thought seethingly. He lay there, and wondered if he should get up. Eventually, he did.
When he opened the door to the modeling part of the studio, he found it empty. Even the cameras were gone. James sighed, relief floating into him.
James jumped, and skidded on the floor, because he heard a loud trumpet blare out a tune. Oh, no, he thought. He flung open his jewel encrusted door, and nearly had a panic attack. The band members had brought friends!
James covered his ears, and looked around. There were at least twenty different band groups, with different uniforms. Under other circumstances, James would've liked the music, but now, he just yelled "QUIET!" He couldn't take it anymore. The bands sounded like screeching in his ears.
He could feel his face turning redder and redder. He spotted Kendall and Logan in the middle of the crowd, frantically trying to escape.
"What's wrong James?" asked a flute player. "Did you have too much to eat? Did you lose something, perhaps?"
James rounded on her, and yelled "I'M IN TOO MUCH OF A MODELING THING!"
