Sing To Me

{3} Sing To Me

3

"Not bad Jeffrey." This other guy said that was sitting on a chair. He wasn't one of the band members.

"So this is the girl?" Jason said getting up and walking over to me. He was actually pretty attractive. He had brown longish hair and bluish gray eyes. He had a great complection, I have to say I am jealous. He's about 5'11'' I'd say. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Carla."

"Nice to meet you too." I replied.

"Jason, she isn't a fan of the band." Jeffrey said.

"What?"

"She doesn't even like the band."

"Then why the hell did you choose her?"

"We needed someone that wouldn't over do it and annoy you. Someone that has her own agenda and won't just be a gushing little girl all over you 24/7."

"I guess that kind of makes sense."

"Yes, so she'll be staying with you so please don't make her uncomfortable with your usual shenanigans."

"Shenanigans?"

"Yes well I'm going to go get some lunch. Have a nice day Carla; I'll be back later with more details on what's going to happen tomorrow." Then he was gone. Just like that I was left with the most famous band in America. I kind of stood there awkwardly for a second.

"So you don't like us?" Jason asked.

"Well I've never really listened to any of your stuff and what I've heard about the band doesn't make me want to."

"So you believe everything that's on the internet but you're here to prove it all false. Ironic."

"Well I've seen your following and they're a bunch of little girls trying to act all old and mature and think they have a chance to get you just because they scream the loudest. I find it all pathetic."

"Oh so you're one of those extremely opinionated girls."

"Well I do have a lot of opinions, but I usually keep them to myself."

"But you aren't now."

"What's the point?"

"Good point."

"Well where can I put my stuff?"

"Over there." He said pointing to two beds. Good I'll have my own, although I don't know how well I will sleep with him still in the room. I put my stuff on the bed closest to the window and got my iPod out. I went over and looked out the window. It was an amazing view of the city. Above all the commotion. It made me smile. There were some clouds out and it seemed so peaceful. I put in my iPod and turned on a calming song. It seemed like the best choice with this scenery.

After a few minutes I felt someone within close proximity of me I didn't turn to look though, I was too mesmerized. Then all of the sudden the trance was broken when my iPod was snatched out of my hand pulling the earphones out.

"Hey!"

"Let's see what Carla is listening to." Jason started going through my songs. "Aw! Nothing by Missing Identity! How offensive."

"Jason give it back!" I reached for it but he moved it out of my reach.

"Ah, ah, ah! I just want to see what type of music you like that's all. I don't know anything about you, but you know a lot about me."

I humphed and stood back as he continued to look through. "You like This Way?! That's like the lamest band ever! I met them and they were a bunch of losers."