Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 1

"That's our show for tonight! I want to thank my guests Robert Downey Jr, Gosh that guy is awesome, we love him! I want to thank Justin for performing his latest single "Not a Bad Thing", be sure to check out his tour coming to a city near you! Stay Tuned for Late Night with Seth Meyers. Hope to see you tomorrow! Bye Bye!"

With that, he took Justin's vinyl and held it up to the monitor, placed it on top and ran up the stairs like he does every night. Except for this time, I was in the audience. He was making his way up the other side of the seats and I was clear down at the other side. I knew this was probably my only chance to semi meet the guy so I was going to try my hardest to get a high five. The only problem was that I was two seats down from the end and was not tall enough to reach all the way.

He was making way down my side when I decided to go for it. I scooted closer to the steps and as he came down, I shoved my arm out to try to get a high five. As I did, I felt myself slip. I closed my eyes as I felt myself fall, bracing for the impact and tumble on the stairs. Except the only impact I felt were several arms grabbing for me. I finally felt a set of arms grab a hold of me as I felt my arm hit the steps.

"Great, make yourself look like a dipshit on national television. I hope Jimmy didn't see that." I half muttered to myself, too embarrassed to open my eyes yet.

"Don't worry, I think the cameras had already panned away, but I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure Jimmy saw that. Its hard to miss a girl falling down stairs." He chuckled. "You ok, pal? That was a hard tumble. Several people tried helping to catch you. Lucky for you, I was able to grab on. We gotta get you looked at, you got a wicked cut there." He sounded worried.

I pushed myself off the guy who caught me and whipped myself towards my seat in the now empty row without looking at him. I was beyond embarrassed and pissed. I winced at the pain from my arm and searched my purse for something to wrap it in to stop the bleeding at least until I could get outside. My ears were ringing from the fall and embarrassment, I could barely make out any sounds around me let alone barely hear the guy.

"Lucky for me? I'm the most unlucky person there is. I saved for 6 months for a flight to New York and hotel and then finally got tickets. It took me six months to save because I have a shitty job as a waitress in a shitty restaurant, which by the way, I got fired from for taking a week off to come here. The only thing that made it worth it was coming to this show so I could half way meet or see the coolest guy ever and my only hope was that I could at least high five the guy. But no, I have to get here and get a seat where, of course, I cant reach out far enough. So I go and be the graceful person that I am and fall down stairs on national television. And I didn't get a high five and Im sure I looked like an idiot. Also, I cut the shit out of my arm and can't hear completely either. So thanks for catching me, but no.. I wouldn't say Im lucky to say the least!"

On that last part I flung myself around to see my way out of the studio. The lights were still bright enough that it took a second for my eyes to adjust so I could see the unlucky man who caught me and who just got their ass chewed for doing so. I looked up and that's when I got my first glimpse at the man who caught me. He had a half smile on his face as I turned around. He was picking himself up off the stairs and trying to wipe the blood off his pants. My blood.

"Oh my god... you're.... you're.... God...  "

"Whoa. I'm definitely not God. And you're definitely bleeding all over the place."

He held out his hand and walked me down the stairs and sat me in a chair.

"You... you're... you're uh... "

"Jimmy. I'm Jimmy Fallon."

The last thing I remember is looking up at the stage lights from the floor and then everything went black.