Nothing On You

Chapter Eleven

"So how what are the teams?" I ask finding a good spot to start at on the court. I stretch and crack my knuckles.

"Just to make it fair," Alden starts, he tosses the ball up in the air and catches it. one go be on the girls' team."

"Alright." Liam, the fair-skinned one replied. He walks over and says,

"We're gonna win; I know all of their tricks." He smiles as Andre serves. Cristina and I share a glance. I know she's thinking the same thing that I am. Just because we happen to be female doesn't mean we suck at sports...but whatever, this is typical.

We crouch down and get prepared for the first play, these boys have no idea what they have gotten themselves into.

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We are smokin' these guys, Liam retreated over to his friends' team five sets ago to help them out but to avail.

"Best out of twenty?" Cristina inquires smirking, preparing to serve.

"You're on." Alden replies crouching down ready for the next play.

"Ok, you asked for it." she spikes the ball over the net so fast, the guys stumble, trying to recall the play.

Then I hear,

"Nice spike!" in a slightly accented tone. We both turn to see José, Ricky, David and Bruno; they are all decked out in their beach wear, swimming trunks, sunglasses, and printed short-sleeve shirts.

"Beach volleyball?" Bruno says as he walks over.

"Hey! We were playing a game here!" Alden steps under the net, coming towards us. "We have a score to settle."

"Oh?" Bruno looks at me. "You've been kicking their asses, haven't you?" He asks as he wraps one arm around my waist.

"Oh yeah," I start as I look up in to his deep brown eyes. "They didn't know what they were asking when they asked us to play."

"Wait, you're Bruno Mars," Alden, Liam and Andre's eyes go wide. "And they're King the Kid!" José greets Cristina with quick hug and a kiss.

"Right,"Bruno starts to say.

"Uh uh, there's no way, she's your girlfriend?!" he points at me. Bruno kisses me sweetly and looks at Alden.

"What do you think?" he pulls his Ray-bans down as he raises an eyebrow.

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As five rolled around, the beach started to fill up fast. Bruno and the guys are setting up the stage while Cristina and I collect tickets stubs.

"Where do we sit?" a girl a asks as I take the bottom off her ticket.

"Anywhere behind that rope." I point and show her down down the beach to the seating area.

A line forms from the make shift volleyball court halfway down the beach. My eyes meet Cristina's. This is going to take a while. The line finally starts to shorten and I breathe a sigh of relief. There only had to be about fifty more people with tickets.

Something grabs my attention. The wind picks up, the hair on the back of my neck stands up; I freeze. Cristina instantly takes notice and her eyes follow mine. I few feet away I catch a glimpse of distinct wavy brown hair. I focus my eyes, but there's no one there.

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It's starting to get dark. Bruno, Cristina and I start setting up tiki torches around the stage and just behind the crowds. David clears his throat as he adjusts his guitar on his shoulder.

"So next," Ricky sits down on his box drum. "We're going to plant a song called,"

David is looking around as though he's lost something. An ice cold bottled water flies out of the crowd just as David turns back around. With lightening fast reflexes he catches it.

"Wow, thanks!" José and Ricky laugh.

"Nice catch." José comments as he leans in to his mic.

"Well, like I was going to say before," he shifts on the drum. "Next we're going to doing a song called Live. Love."

Ricky starts a slow steady beat and Jose picks a quiet, soothing stream of notes. David gets close, grasps his mic with both hands and closes his eyes listens to the music. He sings,

Locked up in your bedroom, in your own reality

You're feeling all alone,

You turned off your phone,

So you could breathe,

You put your headphones on and turn it up,

You know the perfect song, to sing along

And your still reflecting on a broken mirror

But you could look away

And see that everything is no what it seems,

The song picks up and the crowd moves to the music, rocking out with the band. José closes his eyes and strums away on his guitar, only opening his eyes to harmonize into the mic. Ricky does the same, drumming away on his box. David continues to sing and gets the crowd riled up as they sing the lyrics back to him.

When the song ends Bruno climbs up on stage to add the cymbals to the drum set. Just as he sets the sticks down on the stage next to the stool he hits his head on one of the cymbals resulting in a loud crashing noise. all attention moves to him. His eyes go wide; he only gets that look when he thinks that he is in trouble. Momma Mars, says that he has had the same look from the time he was little.

"It's Bruno Mars!"

A girl yells as the other audience members turn their attention to Bruno who is now standing massaging his forehead with his palm. He shoots me an apologetic glance, I usher him forward and he walks to the front of the stage. Ricky, David and José look over at Bruno. They smile and he returns it. José hands him a mic.

"I didn't mean to crash your show guys," he starts, a smirk plays at the left side of his mouth.

"Don't worry about it." Ricky says as he fixes his hair.

"Will you sing a song for us Bruno?!" the same girl asks excitedly.

Bruno chuckles. "I don't know, I mean this IS a King the Kid concert,"

"Just one song, please?!"

" Do you guys mind?" Bruno glances at the guys.

"Not at all, just tell us what you need." David says as he looks over.

"You sure?" he questions, just to make sure.

"Yeah, its ok with us, is it ok with you guys?" David asks the audience, they cheer gleefully. "Guess it's cool then." David laughs.

"So, what song do you want me to sing for you." Bruno looks into the girl's eyes, I swear the girl is about to melt. Her eyes are wide as she stands frozen. Bruno waits patiently. Her friend nudges her causing her to snap out of it.

"How about Show Me?"

"That would be great!"

"I'm gonna need some help though. Ricky, could you play the drums, and José could I borrow your guitar?"

"Sure," Ricky says as he takes a seat behind the drum set. José hands Bruno his guitar.

"Does any one have a set of steel drums?"

"Right here!" A guy yells lugging the huge set of drums to the stage.

"And one more thing," he puts the mic on the stand and walks right down the stage to me.

"Izzie, will you play the steel drums?"

"I...I don't know. I don't have my sticks and how are we supposed to get some?" I reply the nerves multiplying endlessly as I think about playing on stage. He puts his have on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. He looks into my eyes.

"Just enjoy it." He winks as he starts to smile. "Come on."