Lily's POV

After a bit of verbal dancing with Jerry Divine, it was decided I was to cut a record with Curt and Brian.

A RECORD. AN ACTUAL RECORD.

I thought I was going to die of pure bliss when I sat down from shaking their hands and signing documents, still dizzy from Brian's touch. I was proud at myself for managing to keep my composed air. To the observer, I seemed pleased, though slightly bored...at least I hoped I did.

I sipped my cup of coffee and brandy while listening to all of Brian's ideas for what we were going to do after the record was cut. Tours, contracts, concerts, the works. The whole situation was simply to much to take in.

"Excuse me." I said quietly before getting up and walking towards the bathrooms near the back. I locked the door when I got in and leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in a daze. Apparently, traveling through time does have some delayed side effects, I felt very very dizzy. I blinked and pulled out some asprin from my bag, taking a couple with some tap-water before taking a deep breath, splashing my face with a bit of water, checking my makeup and striding back out into the small coffee shop.

I had to stifle a gasp at the sight of Brian Slade. I wasn't sure if I was just dreaming, but it was a real. Real as the sunrise, real as the blood pumping through my veins...I blinked and hurried over to my bag. I pulled out the leather notebook and the black fountain pen I kept in my pocket at all times before scribbling the lines into it. Could turn out to be a song or even a poem.

"What's that?" Lace, the groupie, asked. I fought the impulse to snap that it was none of her business and gave a cat-like grin.

"Notebook, I just scribble down thoughts for songs or poems in it." I said, pushing it back into my bag.

"And you came up with an idea in the bathroom?" Mona spat. Jealous cow. Brian, Curt and the others were staring at me, waiting for me to stutter an embarrassed retort or act offended. I wasn't going to do anything of the sort.

It suddenly occoured to me that these groupies would probably do anything to be in my place, I mean, making music with Brian Slade and Curt Wild is one hell of a big deal for a fan. They were just jealous of my good fortune...it took every bit of my self control not to stick my tongue out and say 'Na-na-na-naaa-na'.

"Idea's do tend to spring up on you in the strangest of places. I once had an idea when I was bungee jumping in Brazil...mid-jump. You can imagine the instructors face when I demanded he should throw down my notebook and pen!" I said, chuckling at the memory. My story had the desired effect, it made everyone laugh and Mona look bitchy. I silently thanked Arthur, who was the one who taught me how to handle situations such as these. Of course, Curt had always given me the not-so-tactful advise of screaming 'Fuck you asshole' at the person in question.

I love Curt, he's like my dad...But even *I* know to just nod politely when he decides to lay on advise about people skills. One of the guy's life morals are 'If you can't tell someone to fuck off, they're not your friend'. The man bloody well *raised* me and I *still* don't get that...neither does Arthur. Even though he nods and looks very thoughtful when Curt comes up with these little life morals, I'm sure he's just thinking about what to make for dinner.

"We'd better get going Brian, we need to be at the airport in a couple of hours," Jerry said, startling me out of my thoughts. I jerked my head up from the murky brown contents of my cup and downed it, grimacing slightly at the cold grains in the bottom of the cup. I pulled out my purse, ready to pay, but Brian just laughed and waved a hand,

"It's on me," He said, flashing me a grin. My stomach flipped and I shocked myself by managing to flash him a sexy half smile in return...God, thy name is my drama teacher, Mr.Thomas.

"Thanks, you're a doll," I said, snapping my fingers and making the purse 'disappear'. Arthur had taught me how to do a bunch of pointless magic tricks like that when I was little and determined to join the circus. I must have driven him and Curt up the bloody wall when I'd insist they sit on the couch and watch my 'show'. Complete with stuffed Teddy bears that 'spoke' and a bunch of card tricks that hardly ever worked...never did quite get card tricks.

"Here, I'll take that," Curt said, picking up my suitcase and snorting in amusement. "Jesus fucking Christ...you are one strong chick if you can carry this," He said, looking amazed.

"It's not easy looking this good you know. One needs more things than simply food and water. One needs silks and glitter...and a hell of alot of it too." I said, quoting Arthur.

"Darling where have you been hiding yourself?" Mandy asked, throwing an arm dramatically over my shoulders...then again, Mandy seems to do everything dramatically.

"Within the deepest pits of hell...commonly reffered to as Manchester." I replied, joining in when the group laughed merrily.

Excitement and anticipation surrounded us like a mist as we exited through the back door and hopped into the waiting white limo. I thanked all that was holy that my skirt didn't hitch up and reveal by pink knickers when I climbed in. I still had a touch of post-time-travel sickness and the fact that I was sitting across from my idol was making me a little unsteady...the simple thought made me smile widely and I ignored the funny looks Mona and Lace shot me. Screw them both. I was having fun.

"So, where are we off to?" I asked, nodding thanks when Jerry handed me a glass of champagne before he went back to talking on his MASSIVE mobile phone...I swear, it must have been about the size of my whole *handbag*. No joke. It was really that big.

"We're going back to the hotel to get some shut-eye before we go to the recording studio tomorrow." Curt said, flashing me one of his trade-mark grins.

"Yeah, but Curt doesn't need much sleep. He grew up with wolves y'know." Mona said, half serious. I raised an eyebrow. Wolves indeed. I knew for a fact that man grew up in a trailer park in Kansas with his sonuvabitch brother and homo-phobic parents. Curt had never confirmed or denied the rumors he grew up with wolves, because technically, his family were no better than them.

"Wolves." I said flatly, turning my hard stare to Mona. "I suggest you get your facts right.." I was about to continue when I noticed Curt's drawn face and I quickly changed my conversational direction "Curt Wild grew up with wolverines. Didn't you Mr.Wild?" I asked, my voice serious but my eyes laughing. He gave a crazy grin,

"Pretty much Miss Dragon." He replied, licking his teeth in an animal like gesture. Mona looked positively furious that once again, I had outsmarted her. Poor wench. It wasn't really fair on her. Growing up around Curt's bitter old musician friends and glam rockers had taught me much in the art of 'Bitchism'.

"And who *you* grow up with then?" Mona spat, fully expecting me to either tense up or struggle to come up with an interesting lie. Fact was, I didn't need to lie. My life was pretty damn interesting anyway.

"My parents died when I was a baby and their best friends, C...Callum and Arthur took me in." I said, kicking myself mentally for almost giving the game away.

"You lived with two men?" Lace asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"Yes. They're lovers." I replied without thinking. I suddenly realized that everyone in the car was staring openly at me now. "What?" I asked innocently.

"Lovers? How on earth did two gay men manage to adopt you?" Brian asked, sounding utterly astonished.

"Oh...I'm not quite sure really. We lived in...Scotland, in the north. So, there was nobody really around except me. I was home-schooled." I said, shrugging.

"You m'dear, are amazing." Brian laughed, moving to sit next to me. We all talked comfortably for the rest of the ride, talking about everything from the weather to the pro's and con's of eyeliner...

And I was in heaven.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Heh, I love writing this story, it's fun:) Please tell me what you think!!

Jenna

P.S Sorry this chapter took so long, I had an extreme case of writers block!