"Operation Transformation"
AFTER his opening performance, his grandfather and best friend O-jay, went through the other side of the backstage, on the left; and I was startled. I'm sure that after they will pass the left side, they will immediately went through here. Of course, Chris will greet the musician — that we don't know the name. Mr. Old de Rockha is also a great and humble person who greets all people he met and he owed.
Sue and I were trembling. What should we do? Especially me?
They were just meters away from us and still we don't know what to do!
Sue was like a cat that can't give birth a kitten. She was shaking ang unsteady. I wore the shawl in my head and immediately dismissed the place.
Sue and I ran to the side of the cabinet and at the back of the door where we could hide; we huddled together. Of course, it's not a room or a hotel that's expected to be spacious.
We both covered our mouths and tried not to speak or even mutter. But, accidentally — I stepped her foot.
"Ouch!" She grunts.
"I'm sorry!" I dubbed.
The men were talking when we stopped grunting.
"Hey! What's your name, sir? Chris said.
"Oh! Hi! You're Christopher, right?" The musician replied.
"That's my name!" Chris responds in a weak fake–joy sound.
"Like... The Christopher, as in Christopher de Rockha, the Teen Hunk and Star?"
"You can call me Chris," he said.
"Oh! Yeah, right! But, um... If it's fine for you can I ask for your sign?" Mr. Musician called him and it sounds like he was flipping a paper.
"Oh, yes! Of course."
"Thank you — Chris."
"No problem."
"Um... I would like to introduce my new met friends..." The musician was about to introduce us, but, he was failed.
I peeked in the door to see what's happening. I found our new unknown friend felt very disappointed and embarrassed. But, Chris' face was smiling.
He patted his shoulder.
"It's fine. Maybe next time you can introduce them to me." He comforted him.
He nodded.
"So, we gotta go! Would you come with us? Grandpa, O-jay and I are going to set and place our things in our cabin, are you in?" Chris invites him.
"Y – yes! It's an honor to assist and help you to set your cabin." The musician proudly agreed.
"Let's go!" O-jay demanded.
I immediately hid back as they passed the door where we hid. Of course, they didn't notice us. We're the best in hiding.
When they were out of the room, Sue and I slowly and carefully went out from the door and ran through the ladies' room.
"Let's go to the ladies' room cause there we can talk about this," Sue insisted and grabbed my hand as we went to the ladies' room.
We went to the ladies' room and there we set ourselves and reset our cells. Actually, we didn't took a nap. We just rest there and took a cool down.
We sat in the lavatory, talking about myself and my identity — my plan about this thing.
"I think...you must to upgrade your idea of pretending and hiding of yourself to every strangers you met," Sue began to speak.
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Fly High | Book 2
Teen FictionA second story about a girl that has a big dream since she was born. She used to sing since she was a kid until she become fifteen. Ezra, the dreamer, dreams as soon to be reggae, pop, poprock, and jazz singer, songwriter and a guitarist. She's not...
