Seeing Stars focuses on Madison Myers, a girl who works in one of the biggest talent agencies in Los Angeles and Walker Rhodes, one of today's hottest singers. :) Here's a sneak peak of it. This scene takes place during one of Walker's concerts.
I hope you enjoy it and I hope you're excited to read it!
A tap on my shoulder interrupted my reverie and I turned in
that direction, only to be faced with a twenty-something-year-old girl wearing
next to nothing. “Do you know him?” she asked, her clearly collagen-plumped
lips puckered like she just ate something sour.
“What?” I yelled at her over the screaming surrounding us.
Taking in her tiny, barely clothed frame and the ridiculous amount of makeup
painted on her face, I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
“Do you know him? Why was he talking to you? Why does he
keep staring at you?” The girl’s voice was irritated and bitchy. Clearly, she
hadn’t dressed this way to not be
noticed by Walker.
“I don’t know him, sorry,” I answered politely before
turning away from her.
I was still rattled by my interaction with Walker. Why had he focused so much of his
attention on me? Breaking myself out of my own head, I glanced back toward the
stage, my eyes searching for him.
Walker
sat on one of the stage steps, his chin in his hand as he spoke to the
screaming crowd. “I need a volunteer for this next part.” His head raised
slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Keri jumped up and down like a crazy person, waving her arms
and screaming his name. I laughed at her antics and sat perfectly still, not
wanting to bring any more unwanted attention to myself.
Another tap on my shoulder caused my irritation to bubble as
I turned to what was sure to be that annoying overly made-up stupid girl again.
It wasn’t. I came face-to-face with a giant of a man wearing
all black and holding a walkie-talkie. Intimidated, I took a half step back and
looked around for Keri.
“Come with me.” His tone implied a demand, not a request,
and I suddenly wondered what I’d done wrong.
Who the hell was this guy? He’s not the boss of me. He’s not going to tell me to come with him and
think I’ll just obey. I frowned and said quickly, “Uh. No, thanks.”
He flashed his VIP backstage pass in my face as if it were
the only credential he needed. “Miss. It’s part of the show. Can you come with
me, please? You’ll be onstage with Mr. Rhodes.”
Oh.
Well, shit.
I guess he could be the boss of me, after all.
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