(I don't own Hunter Hayes 8P Obiviously. Baliey and Jason are my characters though, anyways enjoy!)
My arms were raised high as I release a scream from my throat, sitting on my elder brother, Jason's, shouldeers. Light's were flashing and screams could be heard through out the stadium. The voice that was coming from the stage, on through out the microphone is what was causing all the screams. Hunter Hayes was up on the stage singing one of his number one singles, 'Storm Warning.' We were Portland, right outside of Nashville Tennessee, on a night in the middle of July, little did I know how much it would impact my future.
My name is Bailey-Marie Veoli, daughter of seventeen years to Bill and Miranda Veoli, and younger sister to my twenty yoear old brother, Jason. We lived in Portland both working on our cattle farm to help out the family business that traveled back to my great great grandfather Levi. Both my brother and I were avid country music fans, so when Jason asked me if I wanted to go with him and a few of his friends, Eric and Brandon, to a Hunter Hayes conecert, I leapt at the chance. (Not only did I find Hunter Hayes to be attractive, he had great talent that I admired too.)
I was sitting up on Jason's shoulders and I had been for a good half hour, I didn't think he minded because they were so strong after working on the farm close to fifteen years in a row. I was dancing around, looking down at Eric and Brandon, laughing at them as they danced towards me in a mocking manner. I stuck my tounge out at them and assumed dancing as my brother kept moving on the ground.
Little did we know, however, how close we had gotten to the barrier that seperated the crowd from the stage. Jason was spinning around and he must've stumbled because the next thing I knew, the firm feeling of his shoulder beneath my legs vanished. I was falling, but the next thing I knew, my hand was caught and powerful pull shot me upwards, and next thing I knew my feet were on solid ground, and an arm pressed against my waist and pulled me backwards. "Or a storm warning..." A voice right above me sang, I froze. "Thank you Portland! It's great to be back home! Have a good night!" One last scream rose up from the stadium as a whole, and suddenly the stage went dark, and we we're moving again. "Watch yours step." The voice said. We went to a well lit, back stage looking area. Down some steps, that I of course, even after being told to watch out for, I tripped over them.
We got to a couched seating area, and then the person who had there arm around my waist let go, then only did I dare to look up. "H-HUNTER HA-HAYES?!" I screeched.
"Ow, hey not so loud." Hunter Hayes spoke, to me. I was freaking out and I stumbled back against the couch really trying my best not to start screaming and being a crazed fangirl. "And just call me Hunter."
I didn't speak for a few minutes after that until I was positive I was calmed down. "H-hunter." I spoke, keeping my excitment down, but at the same time I was extremely confused. "So... uh.. why am I here?" I asked.
"I saved you from falling and cracking your head open on the cement." He answered me, pulling out his phone from his pocket as he flopped down onto a chair.
"Uh... how?" I questioned, tilting my head to look at him, my excitement now mellowed out as I was looking more out of curiosity.
"You fell off your boyfriends shoulder's and the guards and none of the other crew were going to get to you in time, I was already at the end of the catwalk because I had to close down the concert, so I caught you and pulled you up onto the stage." He answered me.
"Ah... that guy wasn't my boyfriend though, he was my brother." I spoke, still a little confused, then thinking about Jason as he must have been freaking out that I got hurt or something. He just shrugged up at me and glanced from his phone.
"What's your name?"
"Baliey-Marie, most people call me Baliey or Bales because I work on a farm and I throw bales of hay to cattle for a living." I spoke, stopping myself before I started rambling. "Not that any of what I just said matters, because you just asked for my name and I just told you something that didn't matter, and I'm doing it again so I'm going to be quiet." It was a really bad habbit I got, when I got nervous or was in awkward moments I started rambling.
