An Owl Citizen For Life

Paparazzi Everywhere

When the satellites hang all around

And I can hear the lovely sound

When all the engines of the back room die down

All the airships move across the sky

It felt weird. I never sat there on my bike without my helmet. It felt good. The wind blowing my hair back and smelling fresh air, not burning plastic. I never had my arms around someone. Especially David. I never thought we got to that stage. Yeah, that's right! I like him! Deal with it. We stopped at red light.

"There he is!" Shouted someone. "Smile Adam!"

Adam? He's David. Dumb butt. People swarmed the sidewalk, taking pictures of us.

"Who's the girl Adam?" Shouted another one.

"Why are they calling you Adam and why are they taking so many pictures?" I shielded my eyes from the flash of the cameras.

The light turned green. We violently lurched forward, my head slamming into the helmet, breaking my sunglasses. The people ran onto the street, still taking pictures. We drove down the same street then turned into a parking lot. David pulled off the helmet fast and looped it under his arm.

"Let's get inside." He said, grabbing my hand.

But, it was too late. The people swarmed us like bees to honey. All I saw was white flashes. David pulled me through the crowd.

"Come on, Adam! Flash us a smile!" Shouted people.

We finally made it to the door. David pulled me inside and locked the door, leaving the people pounding on the door. I pulled off my sunglass.

"Damn it! My sunglasses broke and who were those people?" I kept blinking my eyes to get them back to seeing regular color.

"Paparazzi. They're everywhere." Said David.

"Why were they calling you Adam?" I asked.

"They think I'm Adam Young."

"Well, you guys do have the same last name and you guys look a like." I threw my glasses in the trashcan. I grabbed his hand. "Let's record our song!"

We walked down the hall, hand in hand.

End of chapter