The sounds produced by the boys were phenomenal. They were incredibly alike to ACDC and the adrenalin that was shot down my body like a drug was fantastic. Although Adam was dressed suitably as Bon Scott they weren't necessarily sticking to the Bon Scott era, this gave the show variation and gave the boys freedom. Occasionally, Adam would smile at me and Skye who was drinking and screaming in the front. Lewis would slip in a middle finger every now and again or stick his tongue out. Corey often knelt down, facing Skye and gripping her hand. It was definitely something to be stood next to Skye when he pulled a moony. She was the loudest there! James hid behind the drum kit most the time, but at the beginning, before sinking into the stool, he gave us both a thumbs up.
Sam was hidden under his wig, but his vivid blue eyes shone out and his perfect teeth formed a perfect smile that was probably visible to even the people at the back of the room. For the entirety of "TNT" I stood still, staring at Sam who joined in with the backing vocals. It took me the entire 4 minutes for me to realise I was stood gawping at him. This was with the courtesy of Skye.
Their performance was incredible. I couldn't find the words to say this to Sam's face though, my vocabulary wouldn't stretch that far. "That was...you were...it was amazing!" I blurted out, uncontrollably. I didn't care if I was making a fool of myself; he was mine, I was safe with him and just to confirm this, he pulled me into his hot chest and pushed his lips onto mine. Before we knew it, he was carrying me into a small room backstage that was full of clothes and posters. The door was labelled "Whole Lotta Lottie". Of course, I was absorbed by his prominent love and warm lips; I didn't really give a shit as to where he was taking me. All I knew was that I was running my fingers through his wig and although I wanted to take it off; he kind of looked better in it. It framed his mouse like nose and cute dimples. "You want me to take the wig off?" He conveniently asked, starting to take it off already. "Nope." I promptly answered, pushing it back onto his head. I could feel him shrug his shoulders under my light grip. He sat me on a desk after swiping everything off it. It was mainly just CDs and water bottles.
He gently unzipped my dress and unclipped the strap at the nape of the neck. As he gradually undressed me, I played teasingly with his tank top until his muscular chest was exposed. I was getting close to him, his sweaty chest was pushed up firmly against my breasts and his hands explored my back; he was getting dangerously close to completely unfastening my bra and no offence to him, but I wasn't totally ready to go all the way. To go 100% audacious. Never the less, I dared to go there; to the zip of his black trousers. I maneuvered my fingers carefully round the waist line and gave a little tug to pull them down.
Just as he stepped out of them eagerly, Skye and Corey untimely bursted in. "Aw, Sam." Groaned Corey. He pulled away from me quickly and apologised promptly to Corey for pushing his CDs onto the floor. That's when Skye ruined it all. She let the reckless words lapse out of her undisciplined mouth. "Ooooh, wait until Declan finds out. Naughty girl." Just then, the room seemed to blunder into silence. Sam stopped picking CDs up and he turned to me. Animosity and antogonism brimmed his blue eyes. "So. There is something going on between you and Declan?" he growled. I immediately started shaking my head, holding my face in expectancy that it would stop the tears. "No no no no no. Nothing. I promise. Skye's just drunk." He didn't even let me finish before he threw me off the desk; still half naked and ordered me to leave. Skye helped me zip back up and she practically carried me from the hall. She knew she had ruined everything and it was too clear that she was obviously guilt-ridden. It was deja vu; she was carrying me from the hall like she carried me from school after Declan was caught making out with Lilly. Perilously, I opened my mouth and screamed,. "Please, don't! Nothing fucking happened!" I screamed and screamed, letting Skye scoop me up and hobble with me to the hotel room.
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Dear Lottie
RomanceYoung Charlotte Sykes has been struggling with depression for as long as she could remember.