The Drumsticks

Chapter 4

We find Jim, a big burly guy, who gladly have us the passes, then to the steps on the side of the stage to watch. When we walk over, Luke spots us-well, more so Rose than Isabella and me.

"It looks like he's singing to her." Isabella says in my ear.

"Well, technically he is, but to me it looks like eye-sex." I say in hers.

"Do you think?" she asks.

"No," I say, "she's a rebel to her parents, but she wouldn't do something like that."

"I know; I was just checking." I know which guy she has the hots for. Calum Hood, but he hasn't looked over here, he's been looking elsewhere. Michael Clifford, a guy who changes his hair color once a week, kept smiling at me; Ashton's expression never wavered. It was always straight faced, straight ahead, except occasional side glance my way.

They finish up, and the sound guy says,

"Well done boys! Well done! You can relax backstage for now, and someone will come to get you soon."

"Thanks Dillan, couldn't do it without you."

"But we could." Luke says, "Just kidding! Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, this is Rose, Isabella, and Katie."

"Hi!"

"Hello!"

Pleasure!"

"I can't believe this is happening right now!"

"Oh yeah, this is Ashton." like waves his hand towards Ashton. He brushes past me, hitting my shoulder.

"What's wrong with him?" Calum asks.

"Nothin-" Luke starts.

"I think it has something to do with me..." I say quietly.

"Really?" Michael asks, "What did you do?"

"I don't know. I-"

"Nothing, she has done nothing." Luke says, glaring at Calum and Michael. They look at him, me, each other and raise their eyebrows, "Guys, we need to get back there, remember what happened last time?"

"Nope."

"Not really."

"Wait, was that when?"

"Might have been."

"Let's go!"

"Yeah, we're gonna go..."

"Catch me!" Michael shrieked and jumped on Calum's back. Calum grunts under the sudden weight placed upon his back. They took off down the hall.

"I was hoping that they wouldn't make me remind them." Luke says.

"What happened?" Isabella asks.

"Ummm...." Luke says.

"I don't think that that is something we need to know about." Rose says.

"Yes, exactly that, thank you Rose." Luke says, "If you want to follow me, actually you have no choice, follow me."

"What's the magic word?" Rose asks playfully.

"Please? Pretty please with cherries on top?" But he doesn't wait for a response; he grabs Rose's hand and half drags her down the hall as he yells, "Follow me!"