the book (hosie)

idol

Hope O'Deorain groaned as the door to her quarters opened. It was another late night and the tall redhead was exhausted. The moment she entered her room and the door closed she let out an over-exaggerated sigh. Hope walked over to her bed, tossed the guitar case onto it, and then collapsed onto the plush surface.

Hope groaned. She and her band, 'Blackwatch', had finished up a nearly three hour, non-stop show at some event Hope forgot the details of. Sure, the crowd was great, and the band performed without a hitch, but Hope's hands ached, and her voice was still a little raspy from the constant singing.

Reaching to her bedside table, Hope fished her cigarettes and lighter out of the drawer. One slipped between her lips and she lit it up. She took a long drag from it and exhaled the smoke cloud, some of her stress drifting away; some of it.

Hope sat up and opened the latches of her guitar case. Inside was her trusty acoustic: an old, black Martin with plenty of wear on the upper lower bout and an Irish flag sticker on the cutaway. The whole guitar had nicks and scratches all over, but it was Hope's baby, and she loved it.

Instantly, Hope began playing a simple fingerstyle melody to settle and relax. She became lost in the music; humming along with each note she played. She became so distracted by her playing that she didn't hear the knock at her door.

Knock knock knock

Hope stopped playing instantly and looked at her door. A few moments passed before the knocks returned. She was surprised she'd heard them, as they were very timid and hesitant.

Sighing, Hope put down her guitar and walked to the door. She opened it and saw who the knocker was.

The person knocking gasped and looked up at Hope. It was a young woman, with blonde hair done into a ponytail. She was wearing a simple, grey zip-up hoodie and dark skinny jeans. However, one aspect of the woman that Hope noticed was that her eyes were widened upon seeing the redhead.

"Can I help you?" Hope asked.

The blonde gaped as she continued to stare at Hope. Her mouth moved in an attempt to create a response, but none came.

"Hey, Blondie? Are you gonna answer me, or are you just going to stand there?" Hope asked, her patience wearing quickly.

"Y-You're Hope O'Deorain!" the blonde exclaimed.

Hope's eyes widened. How did she know? "How did you know my name?"

The blonde shook slightly as she said, "You're the frontwoman for 'Blackwatch'."

Oh. That explained it. Hope sighed. "Yes, I am. Who are you?"

The blonde shook and replied, "I-I'm Josie. Josie saltzman. I'm your biggest fan." She finished that statement by unzipping her hoodie and showing off her shirt underneath: black with the band's logo taking up the whole front.

"Oh no..." Hope said in her mind. "Oh. It's nice to meet a fan. I'm assuming you saw the show."

Josie's head bobbed quickly. "Uh huh. It was amazing as usual. I was in the second row. It's the closest I've ever been to you."

Hope smiled at how adorable the blonde's fangirling was. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "Wait, how did you know I'd be here?"

Josie's face reddened instantly. She rubbed the back of her neck. "W-Well, after the show, I hung out outside to see if I could meet you, or anyone from the band when I saw you exit and walk into this hotel and I might've...followed you in."

Hope arched one of her brows, which Josie immediately noticed.

Josie became a stammering mess. "I-I'm sorry if it seems really creepy, I'm just such a huge fan. I know all of your songs and I-I've started learning guitar because of you. Y-You're like my idol and I really look up to you and-"