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It hit him like a semi. Hard.
One minute he was talking to some teenage girl who kept telling him how hot he was, the next, he saw her just standing there; waiting her turn patiently. She wore a strapless, lime green sundress held at her neck by two little bands with what looked like a bikini top underneath paired with multi-colored high tops. Her hair was a mess, a cute mess, of auburn curls that framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her eyes were hidden behind white stunner shades but he let his imagination think that they were blue, or wait maybe hazel. And once she was in the shade of the band’s tent, she took of the sunglasses. He looked closely at her eyes.
Green, he thought. She has green eyes. Oh wait, there’s more to it. They’re green…but…but with blue…
She stood, looking at complete ease in the mix of Vans Warped Tour goers until the line moved and she stepped up to take her turn with the band. She exchanged a smile but didn’t say anything. And he still was at a loss for words.
“William. Earth to William Beckett!” Mike Carden yelled playfully in his ear. The guitarist handed William, the boy who couldn’t stop staring, a black marker. He seemed to have dropped his. “Would you sign this lovely woman’s shirt?”
“Oh, yeah, duh,” William stammered to Mike, while still looking at the mystery girl. He swallowed hard and fought to find his words. This never happened to him. William Beckett was a lady’s man. Females of all ages swooned over him constantly and he was used to it. He always knew what to say and do to make a girl feel special but this girl was different. Very different, indeed.
After William managed to sign his name across the shirt the girl had draped over the palms of her hands, holding it out to each member as she passed under the green The Academy Is…’s tent, Adam Siska, the curly headed bassist, signed the shirt but when she got to Mike Carden, he stopped her.
“What’s your name?”
The girl was taken back with surprise, like these guys were gods and she was just a mere mortal. Even William seemed surprised that Mike would talk to her. Then again he knew Mike; he was the first to flirt with any fan.
“Rosalyn,” was all the girl said, then with a shy smile, she looked up at William. She said nothing though which was perfect. Her smile said all it needed to. It said a simple word, “hi”.
“That’s a pretty name,” Mike Carden said next while looking at the now named girl, but she was still looking at William.
They had locked eyes by now. He stood there, in a crowd of a hundred or so people staring at Rosalyn. He didn’t know what to say to her but he offered a small line.
“I’m William.”
She smiled again, tucking a curl behind her ear bashfully.
“Yes, I know. You are part of the reason I’m here in this heat.”
William felt his wit and charm turn on suddenly with her smile.
“Oh really?” He smiled just the way she had been. “What’s the other reason?”
Rosalyn nodded her head in the direction a tent across the path where a fat blue kid was pictured next to the words GYM CLASS HEROES.
“Are you a big fan or something?” William tried to keep his tone light but he was disappointed. Travis McCoy, the MC for Gym Class Heroes, had a way with ladies; even better than Mike could ever be. Travis often came back to the buses with a girl on his arm.
“Sort of,” she said while glancing toward the mob of girls behind her, growling and whispering things like, “groupie” and “hurry up” under their breaths.
On impulse, William reached his hand out toward Rosalyn. And with a bit of hesitation, she took it and let him guide her under the tent. She was a bit embarrassed at the comments the people behind her said but she brushed them off. She looked at William’s back as he continued to autograph posters, shirts, and an endless supply of half bare breasts. Rosalyn’s stomach became knotted.
“Travis McCoy is a friend of mine.”
Another blow to William Beckett.
Pretty soon, I’ll lose hope, he thought.
“A friend?” he asked with a laugh, hoping he didn’t sound probing.
“Oh no!” she laughed. “Not like that. We grew up together and we haven’t seen each other in years so he asked me to come to the show for him. I couldn’t say no.”
Phew! William thought. He still had a chance. But he could feel her losing interest quickly. He had to say something.
“So, do you live here in Chicago?”
What a dumb question.
“Actually no, I don’t.” He thought that she was going to leave it at that but she continued after debating how much she should tell this stranger. “I go to college up in Rockford. It’s about eighty miles from the city. And since Travie’s invitation was so late I had no choice but to catch the show here.” She smiled at him again, to make him go easy and it worked. Then she looked down at her shoes and talked quietly, like she was slightly humiliated by what she was going to say next. “I can’t wait to see you on stage.”
William felt his face flush, something that rarely happened.
“Well…thanks,” he managed. “We’ll be playing in about two hours though.” William thought about his next question carefully and realized it was totally out of line but something told him to ask it anyway. “What do you plan on doing ‘til then?”
Rosalyn thought for a moment then answered.
“I wanted to go see Paramore and Jack’s Mannequin but I’m not sure when they---.” William cut her off.
“Hang with me and you can get front row to their shows and meet them.” He was shocked at how he pulled that line off. Contrary to the butterflies, no wait, bats rather, in his stomach, he said the line with ease and with that William charm. He looked over his shoulder to see Rosalyn smiling a wide, excited smile.
“Really?” Her voice was filled with thrill.
William nodded briefly, like it was no big deal, which it really wasn’t. He wanted her to think it was nothing. He wanted to impress this stranger.
“Yeah,” he added for extra reassurance.
Rosalyn glanced down at her shoes again.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a…roadie.” She said “roadie” like it was a disease, and then giggled shortly after ward.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”
By then all of the fans were gone from the table, migrating to various stages and bands. Rosalyn felt the knot in her stomach tighten. After a few girls posed with the members of The Academy Is… for pictures, William took her hand.
“I don’t think you have been introduced to they guys yet,” he said with a smirk. “Rosalyn, this is Mike Carden,” he pointed to the black haired guy to his left, “that’s Michael Guy Chislett,” he then motioned toward the one with shaggy blonde hair, “that’s the Butcher,” the one with drums sticks sent a smile and a wave to Rosalyn, “and that’s Adam Siska,” William finished while nodding toward the one with an out of control head of curls.
Rosalyn glanced down again and said hello to them.
“Don’t worry,” Adam started, “we won’t gang bang you or anything. Unless you’re into that type of thing.”
She couldn’t help herself. She busted out laughing at the comment. And she began to curse her overactive imagination. It was now forcing her to think of sex and not with all of them as Adam Siska had put it. No, just with him; with William.
One minute he was talking to some teenage girl who kept telling him how hot he was, the next, he saw her just standing there; waiting her turn patiently. She wore a strapless, lime green sundress held at her neck by two little bands with what looked like a bikini top underneath paired with multi-colored high tops. Her hair was a mess, a cute mess, of auburn curls that framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her eyes were hidden behind white stunner shades but he let his imagination think that they were blue, or wait maybe hazel. And once she was in the shade of the band’s tent, she took of the sunglasses. He looked closely at her eyes.
Green, he thought. She has green eyes. Oh wait, there’s more to it. They’re green…but…but with blue…
She stood, looking at complete ease in the mix of Vans Warped Tour goers until the line moved and she stepped up to take her turn with the band. She exchanged a smile but didn’t say anything. And he still was at a loss for words.
“William. Earth to William Beckett!” Mike Carden yelled playfully in his ear. The guitarist handed William, the boy who couldn’t stop staring, a black marker. He seemed to have dropped his. “Would you sign this lovely woman’s shirt?”
“Oh, yeah, duh,” William stammered to Mike, while still looking at the mystery girl. He swallowed hard and fought to find his words. This never happened to him. William Beckett was a lady’s man. Females of all ages swooned over him constantly and he was used to it. He always knew what to say and do to make a girl feel special but this girl was different. Very different, indeed.
After William managed to sign his name across the shirt the girl had draped over the palms of her hands, holding it out to each member as she passed under the green The Academy Is…’s tent, Adam Siska, the curly headed bassist, signed the shirt but when she got to Mike Carden, he stopped her.
“What’s your name?”
The girl was taken back with surprise, like these guys were gods and she was just a mere mortal. Even William seemed surprised that Mike would talk to her. Then again he knew Mike; he was the first to flirt with any fan.
“Rosalyn,” was all the girl said, then with a shy smile, she looked up at William. She said nothing though which was perfect. Her smile said all it needed to. It said a simple word, “hi”.
“That’s a pretty name,” Mike Carden said next while looking at the now named girl, but she was still looking at William.
They had locked eyes by now. He stood there, in a crowd of a hundred or so people staring at Rosalyn. He didn’t know what to say to her but he offered a small line.
“I’m William.”
She smiled again, tucking a curl behind her ear bashfully.
“Yes, I know. You are part of the reason I’m here in this heat.”
William felt his wit and charm turn on suddenly with her smile.
“Oh really?” He smiled just the way she had been. “What’s the other reason?”
Rosalyn nodded her head in the direction a tent across the path where a fat blue kid was pictured next to the words GYM CLASS HEROES.
“Are you a big fan or something?” William tried to keep his tone light but he was disappointed. Travis McCoy, the MC for Gym Class Heroes, had a way with ladies; even better than Mike could ever be. Travis often came back to the buses with a girl on his arm.
“Sort of,” she said while glancing toward the mob of girls behind her, growling and whispering things like, “groupie” and “hurry up” under their breaths.
On impulse, William reached his hand out toward Rosalyn. And with a bit of hesitation, she took it and let him guide her under the tent. She was a bit embarrassed at the comments the people behind her said but she brushed them off. She looked at William’s back as he continued to autograph posters, shirts, and an endless supply of half bare breasts. Rosalyn’s stomach became knotted.
“Travis McCoy is a friend of mine.”
Another blow to William Beckett.
Pretty soon, I’ll lose hope, he thought.
“A friend?” he asked with a laugh, hoping he didn’t sound probing.
“Oh no!” she laughed. “Not like that. We grew up together and we haven’t seen each other in years so he asked me to come to the show for him. I couldn’t say no.”
Phew! William thought. He still had a chance. But he could feel her losing interest quickly. He had to say something.
“So, do you live here in Chicago?”
What a dumb question.
“Actually no, I don’t.” He thought that she was going to leave it at that but she continued after debating how much she should tell this stranger. “I go to college up in Rockford. It’s about eighty miles from the city. And since Travie’s invitation was so late I had no choice but to catch the show here.” She smiled at him again, to make him go easy and it worked. Then she looked down at her shoes and talked quietly, like she was slightly humiliated by what she was going to say next. “I can’t wait to see you on stage.”
William felt his face flush, something that rarely happened.
“Well…thanks,” he managed. “We’ll be playing in about two hours though.” William thought about his next question carefully and realized it was totally out of line but something told him to ask it anyway. “What do you plan on doing ‘til then?”
Rosalyn thought for a moment then answered.
“I wanted to go see Paramore and Jack’s Mannequin but I’m not sure when they---.” William cut her off.
“Hang with me and you can get front row to their shows and meet them.” He was shocked at how he pulled that line off. Contrary to the butterflies, no wait, bats rather, in his stomach, he said the line with ease and with that William charm. He looked over his shoulder to see Rosalyn smiling a wide, excited smile.
“Really?” Her voice was filled with thrill.
William nodded briefly, like it was no big deal, which it really wasn’t. He wanted her to think it was nothing. He wanted to impress this stranger.
“Yeah,” he added for extra reassurance.
Rosalyn glanced down at her shoes again.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a…roadie.” She said “roadie” like it was a disease, and then giggled shortly after ward.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”
By then all of the fans were gone from the table, migrating to various stages and bands. Rosalyn felt the knot in her stomach tighten. After a few girls posed with the members of The Academy Is… for pictures, William took her hand.
“I don’t think you have been introduced to they guys yet,” he said with a smirk. “Rosalyn, this is Mike Carden,” he pointed to the black haired guy to his left, “that’s Michael Guy Chislett,” he then motioned toward the one with shaggy blonde hair, “that’s the Butcher,” the one with drums sticks sent a smile and a wave to Rosalyn, “and that’s Adam Siska,” William finished while nodding toward the one with an out of control head of curls.
Rosalyn glanced down again and said hello to them.
“Don’t worry,” Adam started, “we won’t gang bang you or anything. Unless you’re into that type of thing.”
She couldn’t help herself. She busted out laughing at the comment. And she began to curse her overactive imagination. It was now forcing her to think of sex and not with all of them as Adam Siska had put it. No, just with him; with William.
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