I gazed through the mixed crowd of wild and screaming middle school and high school girls. Just what had I gotten myself into this time? Just what had my sister gotten me into this time? I peered right and left as if hoping to catch a glimpse of a possible opening for my escape. Out of luck this time... No such opening existed. Of course not. This was a James London outdoor concert. That's right. James London. The apparent drop-dead gorgeous nineteen year old singer and actor. Personally I disliked him. I disliked many of those star wannabe's... Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. Those were my kind of stars. "Siobhan! Where is your camera?!" shouted my sister. "I want to take a picture! I want a picture of James London!" Impossible. I nonchalantly reached for my camera only to have my sister reach out and grab it from my neck. "Ouch! Kathleen! You idiot!" I shouted, a hint of exasperation in my tone. I frowned when she didn't even turn to apologize. Why? Why was I here? I motioned towards the place where Kathleen was. She was standing at the very front. Apparently that was where this James London was being dropped off in his so-called limo. "I want to go home," I said as I looked at my watch. "Four thirty. We've been here for nearly three hours. Kathleen lets go home." "No!" she shouted. "Oh my god there he is!" she screamed. I rolled my eyes and suddenly went flying forwards. What the hell? It was pure madness. I tried to push my way through the array of screaming girls but it was no use... I was only thrown backwards. All of a sudden I was pushed too hard and I went stumbling backwards. I sighed in relief when I felt myself become balanced again. I moved to take one meezely step backwards. Fail. I tripped over what felt like a guard rail and tumbled onto my back on a clear walking path. The crowd went silent and I my face felt like it was on fire. I could hear the opening of a car door and heavy footsteps approach me. "Fall down did we? Do I really make you that excited that you need to jump over a rail?" I looked up from from the ground to see a bleach blonde man. He had emerald green eyes and piercings on his ears. He had a handsome face and nice build. This skin was clear and a pretty ivory tone. A smirk had crept up on his perfect face. "What...?" He snorted and extended his hand to me. Reluctantly I accepted his offer, though only because of extreme foolishness and embarrassment. He smirked as he helped me to my feet. "So what's your name?" "Siobhan Davis..." I muttered. I looked at him once again. He did look quite handsome and he stood at least six feet. "Age?" "Fifteen..." I muttered my reply once again. Why was he asking me this? "Ahh. That's cute. Well I'm glad I make you so over-worked that you need to fall for me. Pun intended." I stated blankly at him. Was he trying to he funny? "No. Actually I was pushed by someone," I said and I sighed. "To be honest I'd rather not be here. I didn't know you existed until yesterday when my sister mentioned you. I only came here because my mother said she couldn't go alone. I don't like you," I said and I smiled. Take that you self-centered bastard His expression changed. But he didn't look angry. "Pushed? Are you hurt?" he asked. "What...?" "Are you hurt anywhere?" "Mr.London!" shouted a man from the concert hall. He came running outside. "Please hurry! We have little time before your performance!" "Um... coming," he said and then he rested his eyes on me again. "Answer me. Are you hurt?" I couldn't respond... What was the sudden change in attitude? "I'm..." "Now," said the other man and he pulled Mr.London's arm into the concert hall. I stood there... In the middle of the clear walk way. Confused. That was my first encounter with singer and actor, James London.
Way to ruin the mood Kira. And it's not like Starstruck at all... Well actually I have never seen the movie or any other lame movies like high school musical or camp rock. Those movies tend to piss me off because they're full of star wannabes. So don't compare my story to some lame ass movie please.