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That night, I tossed and turned in my bed, thinking of Dimitri. He certainly hadn't seemed like a very uptight person when I'd first met him-why the change? I seemed to trod on his toes so easily. What was it that I said that had affected him so badly?
Perhaps it was something personal. Perhaps it was something that he kept secret and didn't want anyone to know…?
Whatever the reason, I was determined to find out the reason behind Dimitri Belikov's secrecy.
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Friday couldn't come sooner, not with Avery ranting on the concert in all her excitement every single day. The concert was in the evening at six, and Avery and I were supposed to meet the guys at five-fifteen to travel to the concert destination together.
As I stepped into my house with a drenched pink towel around my neck, I headed to my room, only to hear the phone ring. "ROSE! Where on earth have you been, young lady? Do you know many times I've called you? Do you?"
Recognising Avery's frantic tone immediately, I took my time, purposely trolling with her. "What do you think? I've been having loads of fun with your boyfriend, of course. Pure, unadulterated, raw, animalistic fun…" I snickered, plodding into the bathroom to shower.
"Shut up. Get down to the important matter at hand. I need your damn help. I can't decide what to wear! Should I go for… …"
Oh, no. I immediately zoned out, not bothering to listen to her, knowing that she would give a full, detailed description of her many outfit choices to me, something I really didn't dig. Why girls enjoyed discussing clothes so much, I had no idea.
It wasn't that I was a tomboy-I still liked dressing up and looking pretty, but I would rather spend my precious few hours doing something more meaningful instead of choosing clothes over the phone.
I guess I was boring that way.
"Rose? Rose... Are you even listening to me?" Avery sounded tired.
"I think you should go for the second one, it sounds more realistic," I fibbed, having no clue about what her second option even was.
"Damn it." Avery swore, and a smirk couldn't help but find its way onto my face. "Don't try to lie to me. I already said earlier that my second option is definitely OUT because the blouse is long-sleeved and therefore impractical to wear to a concert."
Oops.
"Oh… sorry, then."
"I can practically hear the amusement in your voice," Avery accused. She'd definitely be angrier if she saw the full-blown grin on my face then. "Ugh, forget about me first. What're you wearing?"
I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, chucking a tank top and shorts on. "A dress I just got. It's black, mini, shows a lot of back and barely covers my bum. Kinda skanky, but why the fuck should I care?" I eagerly waited for Avery's response, wanting to see how she would react.
In reality, I hadn't even thought about what I would be wearing to the concert. I wasn't the sort to care so much. Besides, it was a full two and three-quarters of an hour to the latter! I had plenty of time to prepare.
"Yeah, you go girl! Maybe Sexy Ass Iglesias'll even notice you and your hot bod," Avery's mood lightened considerably.
"Right… Continue waiting, Avery." I sniggered, flinging myself onto the bed. She was so gullible sometimes-that was the problem. We didn't really understand each other the way best friends should. Like how Avery had been my friend for ages; she should've known that I couldn't have picked something too sexy or revealing to wear, because of obvious reasons (like my mother).
"Oh… I should've known you'd be jesting again." Disappointment was evident in her voice. "I bet you haven't even picked anything out yet… … Tell me, am I right?"
"Yup. Spot on." I clicked the phone shut, grinning to myself as Avery gave a long sigh and cut the call before I did.
Padding across the room, I pulled open my cupboard doors to unearth my most favorite something in the world-my guitar.
I had picked up this hobby for quite a few years now, and had gotten rather good at playing it and singing. I had been featured in newspapers before a couple or more times about my performances at certain concerts.
I sook solace in music. Whenever I wanted to escape from the outside world, I dove into music. It was really just a hobby to me though-I didn't quite see any future in it.
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I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my shining grey skin-tight jeans and slid into the car. "Hey Chrissie, Addie, Ave…"
"Avery's not here yet." Christian rolled his eyes, punching the car horn repeatedly as we pulled up in front of Avery's house. Adrian sighed irritatedly and checked his watch.
One thing we all did not like about Avery was that she never turned up on time. When she finally did, she'd be extremely late, or as she liked to call it, fashionably late. Many a time, we had to go down to her house to get her.
"Huh. And I thought I was late…" I mused, watching Avery run down the steps, the wind blowing strands of her hair askew. She hurried into the car, frantically trying to hold her hair down, closing the door with vigor. "Sorry, sorry… …"
"Whatever. You're always late."
Christian, Avery and I looked at Adrian in bewilderment. Usually, when Avery was late, Adrian would not say a word about her, though he'd pull a long face.
What just happened?
"Well, I have a reason to be." Avery huffed, angling her body away from us and staring out the window. "I'm a girl, you know. I actually care about how I look."
Maybe too much, I thought, feeling a wave of slight annoyance at her stuck-up words. This was the side of Avery that I definitely didn't like - the stubborn, vain Avery who obsessed over her physical appearance to an unhealthy level.
Apparently, Adrian didn't like it very much too, judging from the way his face turned an unhealthy black color.
We rode the rest of the way to the concert in silence.
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The screams of the crazy fangirls were so deafening that I could barely hear myself think. Someone's high heel trodded on my foot, and I winced, pulling my foot upwards and away hard, causing that someone to fall.
Right now, that someone was shrieking like a wild crow.
"Aunt Tasha! Are you alright? What happened?" Off to the side, a concerned voice drifted over to me. I stiffened. Was that Christian?
I turned to look at them.
The raven-haired lady whose foot I had stepped on was pretty, her eyes a crystal-clear shade of blue and her skin a pale white. Her pink lips, however, were now twisted into an ugly scowl as she glowered at me. "You bitch… you did that on purpose!"
A pair of equally white hands helped the lady up and back into her seat. It didn't take long for me to realize that it belonged to Christian.
Standing there, I put two and two together. This unfortunate lady was Christian's aunt, the model Natasha Ozera. And I had just caused her to fall.
If I were Avery, or someone like her for that matter, I would've been freaking out and apologizing. Unfortunately for the lovely damsel, I wasn't Avery, or anything like her at all. "What did you expect me to do, continue letting you stand on my foot?" I asked casually, sitting down and looking through the crowd of fans to see if I could spot any familiar celebrities.
Natasha Ozera gave a prissy huff. "My ankle is twisted. What kind of giant elephant feet do you have?"
"Tasha… ...it's alright." Christian shifted uneasily and shot a glance at me, as if wanting me to apologize. Looking at Christian's helpless plight… I let sympathy take over.
"Look, I'm sorry. You're… Tasha, is that right?" I sighed, asking reluctantly.
To my surprise, Natasha's gaze softened as she turned to look at me. "Yeah. I'm sorry too, I guess. I shouldn't have flipped out like that. Let's start again. I'm Tasha Ozera, Christian's aunt. You are…?"
"I'm Rose, Rose Hathaway." I answered, a little bewildered at her sudden change of demeanor.
"I see." Tasha smiled politely and sat back, pulling out another chair for Christian.
I took that as my cue to remain silent.
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"Baby I like it, the way you move on the floor… … Boy yes I like it, come on and gimme some more..."
I could only stare, stunned, as the handsome singer reached out his hand to pull me on the stage. A shy smile broke across my face as I took his hand, leaping up. Fangirls shrieked and waved their hands at Enrique, hoping to receive the same treatment, but to no avail.
To my utter shock, Enrique grinned and tossed me a microphone, which I caught immediately. Was I supposed to sing along? I registered his knowing grin carefully, getting my answer soon after.
"Oh yes I like it, screamin' like never before…" I sang into the microphone, a wide grin spreading across my face as our voices blended perfectly. I swayed my hips and jammed out to the music, reveling in the feel of the wind blowing against my face.
Secretly, I was thanking God that I had decided to dress up for this concert.
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A/N: This chapter is a page longer and extremely tough to write… which is why I took longer to update. :X
So I received fewer reviews :(… but I do hope you like this chapter better. It's really essential for the development of this story. Part 2 of the concert will be in next chapter…
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