My American Idol//Luke Bryan and Katy Perry

Chapter 1

Katy's P.O.V.

I walked into the American Idol studio to find Luke and Lionel talking about something, but I couldn't make out what it was. Lionel was the first one to notice me. "Hey Katy." He said. Luke turned around and saw me. "Oh hey." He said smiling. I always liked his smile. His teeth were like white pearls. "Hey guys." I said. I was wearing my purple strapless dress, Lionel had a tan jacket with a black T Shirt underneath with black jeans, and Luke was wearing a blue flannel shirt, with his tight skinny jeans, and cowboy boots. "I'm gonna go talk to Ryan." Lionel said before walking off to find Ryan. "Hey Katy, come here." Luke said. I walked over to him. "I had an idea to play a prank on Lionel." He said before taking out a bag of deflated whoopie cushions. I laughed and nodded. 

In the middle of auditions, the contestant was kind of emotional, so Lionel went and gave him a hug. "Blow it up! Blow it up!" I whispered to Luke who quickly blew up a whoopie cushion and handed it to me. I quickly placed it in Lionel's chair. Lionel walked back over to his chair, thankfully not noticing the whoopie cushion and sat down. Then came the classic fart sound. Luke and I burst into laughter. Lionel gave the 'You have got to be kidding me' look. "I swear, working with you two is like babysitting three year-olds." Lionel said. The contestant also started laughing. Luke and I high fived.

The rest of auditions went by quite quickly. The good thing was we got to say 'You're going to Hollywood' many times. One of the contestants was a choreographer and showed Luke some moves. He hurt his knee, but was walking within about ten seconds. 

I was gathering up my purse, jacket, etc. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Luke rubbing his knee. "You okay?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Yeah, my knee's just a little sore." He said. "You should put some ice on it when you get home." I said. He nodded. "Thanks."

When I got home, I was greeted by my boyfriend, Orlando. " Hey." He said. "Hey." I replied. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and put my purse on my bed. Then I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I said. Orlando opened the door. "Hey, how come you're being so distant?" He asked kind of sternly. "I haven't." I said. "Yes you have. Ever since you joined American Idol, you haven't been talking to me lately!" He yelled. I flinched at the raise of his voice. He's never yelled at me before. He got in my face. I could smell alcohol under his breath. "You don't know what you're talking about." I said, which I regretted. I felt his fist make contact with my face. I fell to the ground. Afterwards I heard the front door slam and a car driving off.