Chapter 2
My favorite artist, my inspiration, standing in front of me. It feels like a dream, but the throbbing pain in my head from falling back down is a sign I'm alive. He looks like an angel, with curly hair and blue eyes, oh those blue eyes
"Righle?" I snap out of my day dream and come back to the world around me nodding slowly trying to keep my anxious mind calm, what does he think of me? Did I embarrass myself? What if he thinks I'm ugly?
"Sir Robert Hall II?" I reply sarcastically, mentally facepalming, god I sound so weird, but surprisingly he laughs, and helps me up. I feel warm at his touch and blush knowing I must look like an idiot.
Once I'm standing I realize I'm still holding into his hand while awkwardly staring into his eyes while my mind is racing and once again I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a laugh
"Sorry, I'm Righle but you already knew that, and I'm a big fan, oh well I mean you probably figured that..." I ramble, pulling my hand away laughing awkwardly.
Logic laughs at me and smiles "well I'm logic, but you can call me Bobby." I smile and nod, pausing for a moment before I frown and frantically look around for my jacket and keys "I ahve to go home, my friend is going to be bringing my dog back to my apartment soon, crap!" Logic, we, bobby holds up my jacket with my keys in his other hand and I grab them with a thanks and move towards the door before turning and giving him a hug.
"thank you, your words have made an impact on my life and inspire me everyday." I say with a small smile, and he looks down at me, gives me a tight hug and slips something in my back pocket, probably an autograph, and thanks me. He then leads me to my car, who he had someone pull around to the tent and then gives me one last hug before I get in my jeep, and drive off with a smile and blaring Flexicution.
