HIS MUSE

Chapter one-- a beautiful rose at midnight

I'm Beth Collins, thank you for reading my story. I'm half french and half american but my grammar is not the best, so please excuse me if I make any mistake or if you think my grammar is not mature enough to write a story. I will try to improve.

His muse.

 

 

Chapter one—a beautiful rose at midnight.

 

Rosie never was that kind of girl, the ones that are obsessed with their celebrity crush. Following them everywhere they go, and hunting down their girlfriends.

So when her best friend Susie had invited her to RIOT concert, she had accepted without any hesitation. It was her favorite band, but never in her life would have she thought that she would turn like those girls the second she saw them in person.

 

Rosie Roberts, mostly called Roro by her friends and family was the shy type of girl.

She was a nerd, but had a lot of friends. She was pretty, nice and intelligent. No one could ever hate her. Even though she wasn’t popular she was liked by everyone.

 

She had fallen in love with RIOT music when she heard their song “dancing under the moonlight” two years ago when she had a sleepover at her best friend, Susie’s house.

 

She had found them irresistible when she saw their photography. Thought the singer had the most amazing voice when she heard him sing. But never did she think she would rip their shirts off when she would see them.

 

Living in Riverland, a small city 40 miles away from Texas City, she and her friends never had the chance to see them for real.

 

But everything changed the day when Maya, one of her friends had came back from a trip to Texas City with her mother, where they had visited a family friend, and came back with four tickets for RIOT concert there.

 

And now. A few seats away from stage, Rosie discovered she wasn’t any different from those crazed fans. She couldn’t control it, the urge she had to jump in stage, or run into the backstage to meet her fate.

 

 All that stood in her way were a few burly security guards, her lack of a backstage pass and close to thirty thousand shrieking RIOT fans.

 

She had sighed in defeat, she would never be able to get up there or backstage. Not only the security guards or the backstage pass, but her lack of confidence and her shyness would never help her get there.

 

What the hell was happening to her she suddenly asked herself. She never acted this way. Especially to meet just a band, four guys, that all did was an amazing music.

 

How stupid was she acting, it’s not like she would accomplish the greatest thing in the world if she could get to meet them.