Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Hail To The Chief... And All His Madness

I tugged nervously on the fabric of my white chiffon blouse, messing up the neatness of it being tucked into my black leather shorts. 

When I realized I was fucking that up, I quickly fixed the blouse and went to playing with the curls in my hair, probably messing them up too. 

A constant tapping sound resonated through the limo as the heel of my 'rocker-girlfriend' peep-toe ankle booties clicked against the floor. 

"There's no need to be nervous, Mia." Steven chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I looked from him, to the other memebers of my band, to the other members of Aerosmith, then back to him. 

While Joe, Brad, Tom and Joey all seemed completely calm cool and collected, Ryan, RJ, Jordan and I were about to piss ourselves. 

"Yeah, you're right." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I mean, we're only meeting the President of the United States… No big deal."

Yep… The tour has taken us to Washington, D.C. 

Where are we? Smushed in a limo, heading to the White House. 

We're going to meet President Obama and the First Lady, Michelle. 

"Well, you're still being sarcastic, so clearly you're not that nervous." He joked, rubbing my back.

"Shut your big lips, lover boy." I hissed, trying to calm my anxiety. 

He grinned wickedly and leaned into me, whispering in my ear. 

"Why don't you do it for me?"

As my blood red lips curled into a cheeky little grin, he planted his lips firmly on my cheek, making me giggle wildly. 

I kissed him lightly, only to leave a red-lipped stain on the corner of his mouth. 

"Oh, shit…" I muttered, wiping the make-up off of him. "I'm getting make-up all over you." 

"That doesn't matter… He already looks like a woman." Brad scoffed

"Dude looks like a lady…" Joey, Joey and Tom all sang out, making everyone laugh.

As we exhaled, all of the nervousness left our bodies making us feel a little bit better. 

Just as I finished wiping the lipstick off of Steven's face, the limo rolled to a stop, and the driver got out to open the door for us.

I shivered as a nervous summer breeze swept through the limo.

Then all my anxiety came back as I saw Michelle and President Obama standing on the balcony of the White House, waving hello to us. 

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god." I squealed, gripping onto Steven's arm for support. 

Remembering my manners, I waved back as a grin plastered itself on my face.

I'm not one for politics, really.

Infact, I stay as far away from it as possible.

But the President seems like a really cool guy. 

I've read and heard so many things about him, and I've always wanted to meet him. 

Steven wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me up the steps of the White House, stopping me just a few feet from the it couple themselves. 

just behind me, the rest of Aerosmith and Gypsy Blue were bounding up the steps, just as excited as I was. 

"Hello. Thank you for coming." Obama stuck out a hand, which Steven took and grasped, firmly shaking it.