Hey guys!! I'm back. Yeah, I know, i promised you alot of chapters before I left, but then my mom went into a packing craze and I didn't get to it. =\ New York was pretty sweet, but now I'm back home and I've got a new chapter for you all! Hope you like it!
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Chapter 4
“That..” Sam choked for breath, “that was him!”
“Who, Garbo?” Joe asked, as if nothing was wrong.
“No! Big Rob!! He could have helped us!”
Joe shrugged, grinning, “I think he’ll realize we’re in here if a bunch of girls are pushing themselves into a door,” he replied, taking a cabinet that stood in the room and pushing it up against the door.
“So, what? We just wait in here?”
“Do we have any other choice?”
“It’s a closet…” she said, looking, without hope, for another exit. Joe had decided this arrangement was fine, and shocking Sam, sat down against a wall, folded his arms, and closed his eyes. “Are you serious?” Sam eyed him in awe, “You do realize you have to be onstage in an hour.”
Joe only shrugged.
“Hmph,” Sam sat down next to him, shaking her head to herself. They sat like this for a few minutes; the only noise was that of the door being pounded on by screaming girls outside.
Joe broke the silence in the room, “You know, most girls would relish the chance to be locked in a room with me.”
“I didn’t know you were so c.ocky.”
“I’m not, I think the fact that you want to get out is what’s interesting about you.”
“What can I say? I guess I just want to see the concert I paid $200 a ticket for.”
Joe opened his eyes, sat up and turned to look at Sam, he squinted as if trying to see through her. This made Sam uncomfortable and she looked down. “I’ve met you 14 times; you’ve been to one of our concerts at least 30...”
“This is the 44th.” Sam interrupted.
“44 times, and I don’t know you. All I know is that your name’s Samantha, you’ve got really curly brown hair, and the most beautiful green eyes, like, ever.”
At this Sam turned a violent shade of red.
“And what’s even weirder, is that you probably know everything about me.”
She looked away, embarrassed.
“So, while we’re in here you might as well tell me something about yourself.”
Samantha looked up, attempting to shake off the burning feeling in her cheeks, she looked pointedly at Joe, “I’m seventeen, going to be eighteen in four months. I’m from Asheville, North Carolina, and my hair’s not curly, it’s wavy, thank you very much.”
Joe laughed, “That’s it? When’s your birthday?”
“July 29th.”
“Siblings?”
“Little sister.”
“Favorite musician?”
“Are you serious?”
He smiled, “Nevermind. So how come you come to so many shows?”
Sam shrugged, “I guess it’s ‘cause you guys are different from other bands. Normal. And you take the time to talk to fans and you play for them, not for money. I don’t know. You’re just different.” She bit her lip and looked away again, this whole stuck-in-a-closet-with-Joe thing was getting very uncomfortable.
At this, Joe was silent. He sat watching Sam, who was clearly trying to avoid his gaze. A loud thud, louder than all those before it, broke the moment and the two looked up.
“It’s Rob,” a booming voice yelled through the door, “open up!”
Without a minute’s hesitation, Joe flew up, pushing the cabinet up against the opposite wall. He moved just in time, the door flew open and the sight of hundreds of girls being held back my security met them. Big Rob walked in, and in no loving manner shoved Joe and Sam, who had just gotten up, out of the room. The three walked by a wall of officers who held hands, creating a human barrier from the stampede of fans.
Neither Sam nor Joe spoke as they walked along. Joe’s head was bent down and away from the crowd, this, Sam thought, was useless, they all knew who it was.
After several minutes of walking in silence, Big Rob occasionally throwing one of them an angry glare, Joe was whisked off my Cassie to change and Samantha was asked to wait backstage, where she was greeted by Garbo.
“Now I found you…” she muttered under her breath.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Nevermind.”
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Tell me what you think. I might have more up tonight, plus, I'll be bumping...
