U is for Usher

"Right this way, miss," Beck took the hand of a tall dark haired woman on her Bluetooth and led her to her seat.

"Thanks so much," she slipped him a twenty, and Beck pocketed it. Man, he lucked out with this job. Thanks to his uncle, he got hired as an usher at the Platinum Video Awards which was like the Music Awards only for acting…So far he'd been two hundred bucks up front and been tipped like crazy. His pockets were bursting with cash.

He walked to the entrance and gasped. Bruno Mars was standing there, waiting to be escorted to his seat. Andre loved him!

"Follow me to your seat, man," Beck grinned at him.

"Sure, sure."

Beck led Bruno Mars up front where the celebrities were, feeling very important. Would it be weird to ask for an autograph? Surely, he'd be used to it, right? …Too late, Bruno was sitting.

"Thanks kid," he handed Beck a few bills, and Beck pocketed them, but he knew he'd never spend it. The first twenty five dollars a celebrity would ever give him. He walked back to the entrance, star struck.

"Beck!"

He looked over the heads of a few people and saw Cat, Tori, Trina, Andre, and Robbie all standing in line and waving and flashing their last row seat tickets at him. Beck was about to wave back when the person in front of him caught his eye. Alyssa Vaughn? Alyssa Vaughn was waiting for a seat!

"Hey Beck," she purred, and he tensed up.

"Oh, hey," he said back, averting his eyes from his friends who were all being loud and unprofessional.

"So are you going to make sure I don't get lost?" she asked, extending her arm.

Beck took it, feeling electricity shoot through his entire body.

"Of course," he said, swallowing. Was his mouth this dry two minutes ago? "Right over here…"

He brought her past the velvet ropes and up to the front.

"Thanks so much," she said, tilting her head and winking one of her perfectly made up smoky eyes. "Sorry, I couldn't find a purse to match this dress, so I don't have any cash on me…Maybe this will be a better tip, though?"

She leaned forward, putting her hands on his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his and he kissed her back. After a moment, she pulled away.

"That will suffice," Beck said, his voice sounding a little squeaky. He quickly cleared his throat, and took her hand. He pressed a kiss on her knuckle. "It was nice to see you Alyssa."

"Oh Beck," she laughed, and caressed his cheek. "You've still got it."

She walked into her seat, laughing, and Beck smiled. Definitely a good moment for him, he thought, as he walked back to the entrance to seat the next person.

"Chop, chop, chop the squid, chop, chop, chop the squid. Chop, chop, chop the squid, disappoint my father!"

A montage of voices were shouting out together, and laughing. Beck groaned inwardly as celebrities and high class people turned to his friends and wrinkled their noses.

"Um, excuse me," a deep voice interrupted the song. Beck watched as a man in a black suit took Robbie and Tori from an arm each. "Do you kids have tickets?"

"We sure do," Andre smiled winningly. "Beck got them for us." He raised his voice. "Didn't you, Beck?"

Everybody turned to him, and his cheeks blazed. Alyssa couldn't see him from here, could she? He turned to look behind him for a moment, and saw Alyssa's eyes trained on him. Crap, she could.

"You know these kids, Mr. Oliver?" the black suit asked, shaking Robbie a little roughly.

"Ow, my doctor says I can't be handled roughly," Robbie said huffily. "I'm sensitive!"
The crowd rolled their eyes and laughed, and Beck's cheeks burned even more.

"Tell him you know us, Beck," Cat said, her shiny eyes widening innocently.

Beck met the security guard's eyes, still conscious of Alyssa watching him.

"I've never seen these people before in my life."

Beck instantly regretted the words that tumbled out of his mouth, but it was too late. The security guard pulled them out of line and before he knew it, his friends were outside with their tickets ripped in half.

"Right this way…" Beck continued to seat each person, but he felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have done that.

A while later, when everyone was seated Beck took a walk outside to find his friends. Maybe they were still there.

"Beck, how could you do that?" the only ones left were Andre and Cat, and Cat was crying.

"I'm so sorry," Beck said quickly. "That was so wrong."

"Yeah," Andre nodded, rubbing Cat's back. "You think?"

"I thought we were friends," hiccupped Cat.

"We are," Beck promised the tiny girl. "I'm sorry, Cat. Here, you and Andre can go sit up front in my spot, okay?"

"Really?" Cat's over bright eyes lit up.

"Yep," he handed her his gold pass, and she squeezed it between her hands. Andre tilted his head to the side, sizing Beck up. Did front row seats at the Platinum Video Awards cancel out a bad friend?

"I'm really sorry, Andre," Beck cleared his throat. "I was just…Well, Alyssa Vaughn was watching me and I just didn't know what to do. That was really wrong, and I'd never do it again."

"Still," Andre nodded. "I think I'm seeing your true colors, Oliver."

"Here," Beck dug in his pocket and took out the twenty and the five, and shoved it into Andre's hand.

"You think twenty five bucks will make up for this?" Andre squeezed the cash in one of his huge hands.

"Bruno Mars gave it to me."

"All forgiven."

With that, Andre and Cat took off for the front row seats, and Beck chuckled before digging his keys out of his pocket to go home.

Note: I don't really know what the point of that one was, but hey, U is a hard letter! Cut me slack! Haha, I've used Ugly and Umbrella in prior chapters and I couldn't really think of anything so yeah. And thanks for the awesome X ideas! I'm going to use xylophone so thanks to everyone who suggested that! Review, review, review! 143!