"okay, i know, Be careful blah blah blah. I know the story Mum, I love you lots, but I really need to go."
I give my Mum one last hug before getting into the Taxi.
I grab the handle of my tall black suitcase, and look up at my new home for the next 12 months.
"I'll take that for you sexy lady" A large hand rests onto the lower part of my back
"I'm George, George Shelley, but you already know that"
"I am quite capable of taking my own bag" I walk up to the tour bus, and glance back over my shoulder at the cocky boy.
"oh, and by the way, don't call me sexy" I look back ahead and make my way inside.
And I have to put up with that for the next year. Great, just great..
"Hi, I'm David, the tour manager" a tall man with light brown hair holds out his hand.
I politly shake it
"Bella Ferry, the guitarist"
"I see you met George, quite the gentleman he is" his head moves back as laughter fills the room. I join in, as i catch on to the sarcasm.
"Such a gentleman"
"You will be on this bunk, and I'll put your bag into this cubby hole"
"thanks" I walk down the past the bunks and into the back. A large couch surrounds the walls and a television up on the right wall.
"I better get going, but i'll be seing you around"
I just smile back as he turns to walk away. I fall back onto the soft couch.
"WAKEY WAKEY. Get up, we got to practise." I jump up, startled by the sudden loudness.
My eyes flicker open to see a cute boy, with the perfect cheek bones, and a flawless smile. Wait, that's George.
"urggh, go away."
"aw babe, I know you were just admiring me. You can't help it, I'm flawless"
"Far from it" I stand up and see a brand new guitar leaning against the couch.
"like? That's yours for the next year. Come sit, we need to practise."
I walk into the front and pick up my pride and joy and go back to George.
"Don't like the guitar?" I shake my head.
"It's nice, but PJ is better"
"PJ?"
"My pride and joy"
"oh. Let's get started, i was thinking I'll do one song now and you can practise for the rest of the day while i go out"
"Excuse me?"
" I don't need to be waisting all my time with you"
I roll my eyes and take a seat next to him.
My hands start strumming the strings
He catches on to the song and starts singing..
"She sees the world through TV screens
All of her friends in magazines
But everyday she lives her broken dreams, yeah
Making her own reality
There's lots of make-up on her face
To cover up an empty space
But there's a lot behind those big blue eyes
She just don't realize.."
I make eye contact with him, he smiles. Not that famous cocky grin, but a genuine smile. I can't help but smile back. We finish off the song.
"Nice. You want to go get something to eat before we start heading off this afternoon?"
"Sorry, I'm uh busy"
"You're on a tour bus with nothing but a television and a guitar, just come with me"
"No."
"Alright, Nandos it is. LET'S GO!"
He runs down to the front, dragging me along with him. I hesitate for a moment, but give in and follow him. I've got to get along with anyway, why not get to know what mystery rhythm hides behind that flawless face..
