Sam
I felt the vibration of my phone againist my side. I opened my purse and saw I had a new message from Molly. Looking at the greying sky, I could hear thunder in the distance. Quickly I dialed Molly's number and waited for her to answer.
"Hello?" Molly's small voice sounded through the phone.
"Yeah, I thought they were supposed to be here around five. It's almost six and there's no sign of them," I trying to sound angry, but it was hard.
"Sam, don't be so impatient. I worked hard to get you this job. Who wouldn't want to work with Celtic Thunder. Come on! It's Celtic freaking Thunder, " she let out a small sigh.
"Ok, I'm sorry. It's just, it's about to rain. And I'm not so excited about living on a tour bus with five men and a fourteen year old boy for three months, " I heard more thunder, but it was louder.
"I could always cancel the job, I'm sure thousands of girls would love to take your place, " Molly said.
"No, no, just nevermind. I'll wait, " I said. I turned around and saw a large bus turn into the parking lot.
"They are here, bye. " I said as I slammed the phone shut. I slid it into my purse and watched as the bus pulled beside me. The loud squal of the brakes hissed as it came to a stop. I could see my reflection in the tinted windows. I looked at my dark red hair, long curls hanging over my shoulder. My dark green eyes looked tired from the fourteen hour drive from the airport. I attempted to fix my make up as the bus door opened.
"Hi." a lttle boy stepped out and looked at me. He was wearing black dress pants and a loose opal button up. His blonde hair almost covered the tips of his eyebrows.
"Hello. I'm sam," I stepped forward to shake his hand.
"Yeah, I know. The boys have been talking about you the whole trip. " He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a hug. I awkardly hugged him and stepped away.
Why were they talking about me?
I heard another person get off the bus. I looked up at him.
"You must be George." I said as I shook his hand. He hand a round face and very little hair. He gave off a happy mood and I liked it. His cheeks were cherry red and his teeth were white and perfect.
"Yes, and you must be Sam. " He pulled me in and gave me a tight hug. My cheek was pressed into the brown vest he wore over a blue polo button up. He smelt of soap and whiskey. When he let go I stepped backwards, almost losing my balance.
"Come on and meet the rest of the crew." Grabbing my hand he pulled me up the steps and onto the bus.
The bus was nothing like I expected. It was so clean and organized. On a small cabnet there was a flat screen tv with a wii hook up. There was a small kitchen and a thin hallway that lead to the restroom. I felt my mouth drop in awe.
"You will have to excuse the mess. " a voice came from the back of the bus. A tall blonde man stepped out from a curtian covered door. It had beautful green eyes and a small scar on his left brow. Probably from an old piercing. Evidence of a recently shaved beard remained on his chin. He was overall a very attractice guy.
"I'm neil. " He said raising his left brow. I shook his hand and staired into his beautiful eyes. His accent was so perfect.
"Hi, I'm Sam." I rambled. I could feel my cheeks getting red. Now I know what Molly meant when she said any girl would like this job.
"Neil, have you seen my batteries?" the little boy asked.
"No, I think Emmet has them. " Neil pointed to behind the curtian. I caught a glimpse of man, but this one was shirtless. His dark brown hair was spiked to a small tip. His blue eyes caught my attention, I noticed I was looking at them too long. I looked at the curtian and back to Neil.
