Celebrity Status (currently being revised to 1st person) Walk of Fame-- Book 1

Chapter Twenty One

"I'll place the world right in your hands,

Never left behind,

Forget the past, remember me,

With the brightest eyes." - Bach's Revenge debut album, track 2

Charlie held up her pointer finger in protest. "One minute." She dug through her purse and pulled out a camera. "Let me get a picture of you guys for keepsake seeing as how it's your first tour and all."

They'd been to countless photo shoots in the last few months so quickly, yet very strategically they placed themselves next to each other. She got her shots in and shoved the camera back in her purse.

Surely they looked hilarious. Going from model stances for her to mimicking a line of well trained soldiers, they moved single file toward the steps of the giant bus which would substitute as their home for the next two months. Sawyer, Robbie and Lane stepped on without another thought, but Sebastian lagged behind while William stowed the luggage into the compartment below.

"Whatchu waitin' for?" William asked him.

Sebastian scowled. "Christmas. The white trash kind."

Charlie's mouth dropped and William's eyes went wide. "You aren't going to give me trouble, are you boy?"

Sebastian turned away. "Not at all, Captain Bill." He gave William an obnoxious salute and extended his arm, indicating Charlie or better yet William should go first. He didn't like the guy. He was an adult. Who was technically paying raging Bill's wages? Sebastian wasn't too sure where he thought he got off trying to tell any of them what to do.

Charlie grabbed at the sleeve of his shirt. "C'mon. I want to see the bus."

Sebastian gave the driver one more disapproving glance and headed up the stairs.

When they entered the bus, he was floored. He'd seen tour buses in pictures but they sure didn't do it any justice. It took him about ten seconds to decide it was nicer than his house, which was arguably a charming abode.

The freaking thing was massive, just as Lane acknowledged. There was a bedroom in the back and even though it hadn't been said, the band was going to give it to Charlie and him because it was the right thing to do. Right outside the bedroom, six bunks flanked either side of the bus, followed by a bathroom complete with a shower. Near the front was a fully stocked kitchenette and dining table big enough for all six of them. Across from it, a ridiculously long leather couch and large flat screen TV mounted to the wall. Speakers were abundant and theatre lighting was imbedded into everything.

Sawyer and Lane sat comfortably at the kitchen table and Robbie sank into one of the overstuffed couch cushions.

"Oh my God!" Charlie mumbled.

"Don't kid yourself sweetheart," Sawyer said. "Even God couldn't have thought this shit up."

Sebastian whistled. "Nice digs." He moved to the back bedroom to inspect it, but moments later flopped on the couch next to Robbie, seemingly satisfied. Charlie squeezed herself between them.

Robbie threw his arm across her shoulder. "I already feel like a rock star."

Sebastian glanced fleetingly. "Enjoy it while you can bro, she's mine."

"A shrink might tell you that sounds possessive," Robbie advised. "Besides, Charlie doesn't mind, do you, beautiful?"

"As long as your hands stay where they are, I don't mind," she conceded.