Crazy

Chapter One

"Oh. My. Hayes. Sarah, you NEED to listen to this song!" I screamed as I cranked up the volume and familiar guitar notes poured out of the speakers.

I began to sing along with Hunter Hayes's amazing voice.

"I'm bookin' myself a one-way flight, gotta see the color in your eyes."

At this time Sarah had her hands over her ears to block out at least some of the noise.

"You're crazy!"

"I know! Anyway, it's what he wants," I shouted to be heard and pointed at the radio. "It's also what I want!" this time I pointed at my I Want Crazy t-shirt.

"How ironic!" Sarah rolled her eyes at me.

She reached over and turned down the volume. Apparently she couldn't talk with music blaring in her ears.

"How long until we get there?" she whined.

"You know sometimes you act more like a five-year-old instead of a seventeen-year-old," I complained. "And we're about ten miles away."

Mom wanted to take Sarah and me to Walmart to get dresses for the upcoming dance at school. I really wanted a red and black dress, for Storm Warning, of course. Sarah was still unsure.

The song ended and an all too familiar voice came on. It was the Hunter Hayes!

"Thank you, all of you! I just want to say that I could have never made it here without all of your support. From my grandma, who got me an accordion when I was two; to Robert Duvall, who flew into Louisiana to give me my first guitar at my sixth birthday party; to my parents and all of you Hayniacs out there, for all of the support you gave me along the way. So now I wanted to offer up a free meet and greet and two tickets to my next concert to anyone who can tell me what songs are on my debut album. And no, Mom, you can't call and tell me because I already know you have them all memorized. This one's for the Hayniacs," my heart leaped three feet into the air.

I know ALL of those songs. I was reaching for my phone before he even said the number to call, which was his cell phone. Wanted started playing, then there was a beep that cut it off. I should have known he'd have selected his first single as his ring tone.

"Hello, you're on speaker phone, do you know all of my debut album songs?" his voice seemed shocked to have someone respond to his question so quickly.

I blurted out the answer all in one breath as soon as he stopped talking.

"Wow, that was fast! Do you think you could slow down a bit and repeat that?"

I re-answered the question, only slower this time. I recited them exactly as I had remembered them, in order.

"Wait a minute, do you have the CD in front of of you?" he sounded suspicious.

"No, I just remembered them that way," that had hurt.

"Okay, how old was I when I released my first album in Cajun music?" Hunter quizzed my knowledge.

"Nine. You released Through My Eyes when you were nine, with the first song on it being titled Six Years Old," I responded.

"Okay... In what song did I mention a clock?"

"Easy, The Clock."

"You're answering to fast to be looking it up, so I guess you get the spot," I could sense the surprise in his voice. "So, what's your name?"

"Katrina Sole, but most people call me kitty," I was barely breathing at the time.

"Okay, Kitty, congratulations! You just won two free tickets to my next concert in Detroit, and one free meet and greet after the concert. I can already tell you're a really big Hayniac, even though I've only had one phone call with you. Do you know what songs I'll be performing?"