"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.