"I really hope that's him" I thought out loud, as
I waited to see who it was. I didn't have to wait long for him to
come to talk with me, seemed like forever to me though. He had
finished talking to his fans and came backstage. When he
came through the curtain, he brought his motorcycle with him.
"Nice motorcycle" I said, when I saw him,
thinking of nothing else to say.
"Thanks," he said, then switched the topic. "We
need to talk about us working together."
"We definitely do," I looked at him, wondering
how he knew. "Christian told you, huh. "Yeah, he told me. Said you wanted to talk to me
before, but got shy."
"Yeah, I got shy. Tried many times before to
talk with you. The words never got to my mouth though. But I have
one question, for now. What would my job be, while I work with you?
I already know you want me to work with you, or am I
wrong?"
"Well, for the next few weeks, I will still have
the motorcycle. So, we could both come out on the motorcycle.
We'd have to get you a new outfit, though."
" There's one problem. I don't know how to ride
a motorcycle. I've never ridden."
He looked at me, seemed like he was trying to
figure out whether or not I was serious.
"Why?" was all he said.
"I never had the chance. I don't really know
anyone with a motorcycle. The people I do know with motorcycles
live far and I hardly see them."
Nothing was said for what seemed a long time, but
was only a few seconds. "That isn't a problem. It's nothing
we can't change." He walked over to his motorcycle, got on and
started the engine. Then, he told me to get on the motorcycle
behind him. We then left the arena, to go who knows where.
This so cool, I thought, while trying to stay on
the bike. Luckily I didn't fall off. We rode the bike for an hour
at least and ended up outside of town. He stopped the engine, when we
reached a park, and we both got off the bike. I wonder
why we're here. I sat on a bench and looked around, no one
there but him and me.
I waited to see who it was. I didn't have to wait long for him to
come to talk with me, seemed like forever to me though. He had
finished talking to his fans and came backstage. When he
came through the curtain, he brought his motorcycle with him.
"Nice motorcycle" I said, when I saw him,
thinking of nothing else to say.
"Thanks," he said, then switched the topic. "We
need to talk about us working together."
"We definitely do," I looked at him, wondering
how he knew. "Christian told you, huh. "Yeah, he told me. Said you wanted to talk to me
before, but got shy."
"Yeah, I got shy. Tried many times before to
talk with you. The words never got to my mouth though. But I have
one question, for now. What would my job be, while I work with you?
I already know you want me to work with you, or am I
wrong?"
"Well, for the next few weeks, I will still have
the motorcycle. So, we could both come out on the motorcycle.
We'd have to get you a new outfit, though."
" There's one problem. I don't know how to ride
a motorcycle. I've never ridden."
He looked at me, seemed like he was trying to
figure out whether or not I was serious.
"Why?" was all he said.
"I never had the chance. I don't really know
anyone with a motorcycle. The people I do know with motorcycles
live far and I hardly see them."
Nothing was said for what seemed a long time, but
was only a few seconds. "That isn't a problem. It's nothing
we can't change." He walked over to his motorcycle, got on and
started the engine. Then, he told me to get on the motorcycle
behind him. We then left the arena, to go who knows where.
This so cool, I thought, while trying to stay on
the bike. Luckily I didn't fall off. We rode the bike for an hour
at least and ended up outside of town. He stopped the engine, when we
reached a park, and we both got off the bike. I wonder
why we're here. I sat on a bench and looked around, no one
there but him and me.
