Little Miss Socialite

Song 2

I held hands with Courtney as we walked to the guys’ dressing room. I nervously knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in," a muffled voice called out.

"It's now or never," I muttered to myself before turning the knob to the dressing room.

“Wait!” Courtney’s hand shot out and stopped mine from pushing the door open. “Shouldn’t we go freshen up before we go inside?”

I released the doorknob and nodded. “You right, you right. Good looks Becky.”

“b***h,” she snatched me up and dragged me to a nearby bathroom. “You know I’m only half-white. Your mom’s assistant on the other hand… that’s a Becky.” I rolled my eyes and let her wipe the smudged eyeliner from under my lower eyelid.

“Leave her alone Courtney, she can’t help that she was born in some Georgian swamp town.” She cackled and flicked my collarbone.

“b***h that’s racist. Her family lives in an Atlanta suburb and you know it.” I rolled my eyes and reapplied my lip color.

“Girl, isn’t every part of the South the same?” Courtney rolled her eyes at me for the hundredth time and told me I needed to get out of the city more. I’m pretty sure Oak Bluffs and Aspen aren’t the city so she can chill. I have seen plenty.

With our faces looking put together and our outfits readjusted, Courtney wanted to maximize her cleavage, we were ready to meet the band. Or more honestly, I was ready to fawn over Adrian and fantasize about owning a little cottage in Oak Bluffs with him.

With no protests from Courtney, I got to actually open the door my second try. We shyly walked in and stood awkwardly in the doorway. "Don't be shy, come on in, have a seat," Neil smiled at Courtney. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she went from noticeably shy to the epitome of confidence in a matter of seconds. She rolled her shoulders back and a sultry smile appeared. I knew that smile all too well. Neil would fall victim to my best friend’s charms in no time. Always opposed to being the odd one out, I looked around the room for Adrian but didn't see him. I shouldn’t be afraid to make moves! This is a once in a lifetime- well technically the first out of two chances in a lifetime to talk to my dream guy.

I’ve seen some of his interviews before, so I knew he was a down to Earth guy. Unless that’s how he is during interviews for PR purposes...

"He's signing autographs right now," Corey, the drummer informed me. There were so many butterflies in my stomach as I walked over to a weirdly patterned green couch and sat down. There was a buzz coming from my bra. I looked down and saw the screen on my Blackberry was lit up. I took my cell phone out and saw that I had a new message. Sadly, it was from my Dad. Talk about a buzzkill, am I right?

Hope you don't stay out too late tonight. Your mom and I have extended our Japan trip for another week so we won't be home until next Friday. Bye.

“Bye?” Not an “I love you” or “I miss you?” No, all I got from my Dad that I have not seen for a month was a 'Bye.' Whatever. Eff that.

"Having fun?" I felt warm breath on the side of my neck. "Having a blast," my tone dripped with sarcasm and my dream guy noticed. Ugh, I need to pull it together. What famous guy is going to want to hang out with some miserable looking girl? From my experience, the guys in my social circle want to party and have fun. Can’t imagine a rockstar is any different. Sadly, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ruined something.

"What's wrong?" he sounded concerned. Great, now I’m a charity case! I bet he’s scanning through his internal Rolodex trying to think of a girl in the city that can salvage his night. To my confusion, he walked around the couch to sit next to me. In real life, it might sound like a no brainer but he seemed bigger. Seeing your idol in real life is always different. I saw Lady Gaga in person several years ago and she was taller than I expected. Maybe I don’t have a good sense of size or scale. Wouldn’t be surprising.

"My parents."

"What's wrong with them?" he asked. He was sitting in the corner of the couch but his arm was resting on the back of the couch. When I lean back, I can feel his hand pressing into my shoulder blade! What a dream come true! And ooh mama his bicep is bulging. I want to see all of his other bulges...

"Besides the fact that they don't love me or are never home? I haven't seen them in months and they barely call. Now, my dad just sent me a text saying that they extended their vacation.” I crossed my arms and my legs. I was now entering my hateful mode.

"No offense, but your parents suck," he smiled sadly at me. Usually, I’m good at deciphering if someone is pitying me or being genuine, but his demeanor was ambiguous. I’d have to take that as a good sign.

"No offense taken. They weren't always like that, though.” Wanting some control of the conversation topics, I suggested a switch. “How about we talk about something else? Maybe how good I’m looking?" He pursed his lips in a sexy smirk and c****d his head to the side, slowly eyeing me up.

“Damn girl, you are looking good. What kind of material is this?” he traced his index finger along the hem of my skirt.

“Leather.” he bit his lip and gave me the eye again.

“You know what they say about city girls in leather skirts...” he tsk-ed at me and smiled. My jaw dropped and I playfully narrowed my eyes at him.

“What do they say?”

He shrugged, “that they’re more likely to give me their phone number.” Running a hand through his hair, he gave me an expectant look.

“Honey, are you trying to ask for my phone number?” I laughed and shook my head. He’d have to try harder than that. He frowned and c****d his head to the other side.

"What's your cell phone number?" he asked me.

"Why do you want it?" I teased him.

"So I could call you sometime," Adrian scooted closer to me and I could smell his scent of the night: must and expensive, woodsy cologne.

"And what makes you think that I want to talk to you?" I scooted away from him and leaned away.

“Girl," a sexy growl emitted from his plush lips. “You’re not going to make this easy are you?”

Playing coy, I smiled and looked away, “I’ll think about it.”

He wrapped his arm around my bare waist and pulled me into him. “You’ll think about it?” My breath caught in my throat when his other arm wrapped around me. It was pure bliss, my eyes were getting heavy and I wanted to close them and bask in this perfect moment.

“That is what I said,” I didn’t recognize the breathy tone I spoke in.

At the exact moment I considered whether to risk it all, a booming voice snapped me out of my trance. "EVERYONE! WE NEED TO BE OUT OF HERE IN TEN MINUTES! SO IF YOU COULD START PACKING UP AND LEAVING, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" A guy wearing head-to-toe black and had a giant headset stood in the middle of the room and announced his little message for everyone. There would be a special place in hell for this man for ruining such a nice moment. Did he not catch the vibe when he came in?

I looked over my shoulder at Adrian, "Well, I guess Court and I should get going."

He smirked, “You think I’m going to let you off the hook that easily? You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Let me take you out."

"You don’t even know me?" He tsked and shook his head, his short curls brushing against his forehead.

“Eliza Smith we can either do this the hard way or we can do this my way...” From the look he was giving me, I was tempted to see what the hard way entailed.

Okay. Okay, I’m a hornball. Guilty as charged.

“Honestly, Adrian?” the skin on his neck reddened after I said his name. This gave me more confidence. “I’m so tempted to do things the hard way, but I’m also tempted to hear your voice when you call me in the morning.” He raised his eyebrow and licked his lips.

He grabbed hold of my hand and rubbed my knuckles. “I’ll call you every morning if that’s what you want.”

Dramatically, I sighed and took the phone he offered me. I put in my cell phone number and my email for good measure. “Done,” I handed it back to him and tried to stand up. I tripped over my own foot and teetered a bit before accepting that I was going to bust ass in front of the entire band.

“Whoa now,” Adrian got hold of my arm and put a steadying hand on my waist. “Don’t need to fall head over heels for me so fast, we have plenty of time.” He grinned and kissed the back of my hand. Internally conflicted doesn’t cover it, did I want to laugh? Melt in a puddle? Or die from embarrassment? I went for the most romantic option, I stood flustered, staring up at him. He pushed one of my crazy curls to the side and lightly trailed his strong fingers down my cheek. If this was a porno, this would be the part where I’d sexily lick one of his fingers then suggestively suck on it. But alas, this was my life and I was too sober to put any body part in my mouth.

“What’s on your mind?” he whispered and pulled me closer. Probably shouldn’t tell him about my illicit thoughts. Don’t think that would match the aesthetic I’ve been trying to establish tonight.

I shook my head and opted to play with his hand as a safe distraction method.

"Let me walk you out to your car." We met Courtney and Neil at the door and walked out towards the building's exit. Neil had talked to Courtney’s driver and told him where to pick us up at. Thank God, my body was too tired to walk through the entire stadium to find the town car.

A security guard saw us coming and pushed open the back door for us. Instantly, we were swarmed by cameras that belonged to crazy fans and photographers from punk-metal-rock magazines and blog sites. I saw Courtney's car just a couple of parking spaces down from where we were standing and I felt bad. I didn't want to leave Adrian. I bit my lip to keep from frowning. He pulled me into his side.

I sighed once we got to the car. There were still some crazy fans nearby screaming and snapping tons of pictures to post on their f*******: pages later tonight. The cameras made me nervous. I knew I didn’t care about getting in trouble earlier, but there would always be a part of me that wanted my parents’ approval.

"So... I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then?" I questioned before I opened the car door. He looked pretty tired and... sweaty. I totally didn’t mind though. I love a nice hard working man. Especially one as attractive as him.

"Yeah, tomorrow."

Should I do it? Should I kiss him?! I had ten seconds to psyche myself up for this. You got this girl. You are a strong black young woman. You can kiss him!

"Okay," I leaned in... and f****d up. I pecked his cheek. It was a sweet gesture, but not what I truly wanted. Already in the car, Courtney scootched closer to my side to shout at Adrian, "You did a great job tonight!" She hollered.

He bent his head down to look at her. "Thanks. We love our fans so much. Thanks for comin' out tonight."

"We wouldn't have missed it for the world," I told him.

He smiled at me and I could see his eyes flicker with happiness and want, possibly hunger. I c****d my head to the side, hoping he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

"Starving," he gripped my waist and twisted a curl from my ponytail.

"Hm-" I was cut off by his soft warm lips smashing into mine.