"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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AN: I know the timeline of CATB and Sam's fane is all mixed up but just go with it, I'm making it up as I go along!
Of course I'd never considered that my cousin's best friend's band would be mixing with other musicians, but it was obvious really. All of a sudden my head is full of celebrity parties, exclusive VIP areas at festivals and star-studded awards ceremonies. And now, none other than Sam Fender himself is actually standing there in front of me, larger than life and looking drop-dead gorgeous.
I stealthily tousle my hair and adjust my dress to show off a bit more skin whilst Johnny's greeting Sam, ready to dazzle when he finally looks at me.
"What ya been up to then?" Johnny wants to know as he jumps up out of his seat and exchanges an affectionate sort of half-hug half-handshake with Sam.
"It's been proper mental!" He exclaims. "Since the album's been out it's been non-stop! The tour starts up next week and we've been grafting so hard..."
Sam's words trail off as I rise up on to my feet and he glances across and spots me. I'm sure I'm not imagining his slightly wide-eyed reaction as his eyes flick quickly down my body and back up to meet mine.
"Yer gonna introduce me then Bonds?"
Johnny keeps his eyes on me as he tells Sam my name and the fact that I'm Larry's cousin and that I'll be joining Catfish on tour. I just smile sweetly between them both. I'd like nothing more than to turn on the full charm offensive with Sam, but of course I can't do that in front of Johnny who's now looking at me with a small amused smile on his lips. He's probably recalling the fact that I was just telling him that I fancied Sam literally five minutes before he showed up. I wonder whether Johnny is or isn't the jealous type, but his next action tells me all I need to know.
"Sam mate, bet your ears were burning like," he says, then he looks at me. "Arabella was just talking about you, weren't you love?"
His smile grows as he takes in my slightly flustered appearance whilst my mind scrabbles for a response. I don't normally get shy but I'm a little star struck, plus the fact that real-life Sam is about a hundred times better looking in the flesh than his pictures online. His striking blue eyes peer out at me from under his scruffy fringe, a wide toothy grin on his face as he cocks his head at me.
"Oh aye, is that right Arabella? I hope it was all good."
I can actually feel my cheeks warming now whilst I try to maintain Sam's gaze. "Errr... yeah... of course it was. I was just telling Johnny how much I love your new album. It's amazing! I love your voice!"
Oh great, now I'm gushing like some silly fan-girl rather than the mysterious and irresistible femme fatale type that I was hoping to portray. Sam doesn't seem to mind though. His smile just gets bigger at my praise, adorable little dimples popping on his cheeks.
"Thank you very much... so you got a favourite track then?"
Shit...
I internally start to panic. I mean it's no lie. I do genuinely love the album... it's just that I've probably spent more time staring at the image of Sam on the album cover rather than studying the track listing. I mean, how could I not? Those cheekbones...
