"Oh my God. I am so sorry." I heard someone say and saw a hand reach out. I kept my head down. "Let me help you out." The voice said. It definitely wasn't Chris. I grabbed the hand and it pulled me out. I was still crying. "Im so sorry. Brandon is just such a clutz and he bumped into you." The voice said. It was gentle and familiar. I still didn't look up. "Hey, what's the matter? Its okay." The voice said and I felt a hand on my back. "Do you want to talk about it?" It asked. I looked up. It was the guitarist that was on stage earlier. He looked even better up close. He smiled a crooked smile at me and held out his hand. "We can go somewhere else if you want." He said. I nodded and grabbed his hand. We walked toward the stage. I could see Chris still calling my name. I ducked down. We walked behind the stage to a van. The back was open and the drummer was sitting in the back with a cigarette in his hand. "You must be cold. Do you want a towel?" The guitarist asked me. I nodded. The bassist walked over to the drummer and sat down. "I'm sorry for knocking you into the pool." He said. "I'm Brandon, by the way." He added. "Its fine. I'm sure you didn't mean it." I said. The guitarist came out of the van with a towel and wrapped it around me. I saw Chris come towards the stage. I hid in the towel. "Have any of you seen a girl with blond hair and a leather jacket. She has on a blue shirt and her name is Alice." He asked. "Nope. I think I saw her leave." Brandon said. "Thanks." Chris said and left. "Looks like you're wanted, Alice." The guitarist said. I nodded. "Please excuse me for being rude. I am Jack Harper, that over there is Brandon Pritchard, and this guy is the drummer, um, remind me of your name?" He pointed at the drummer. "Tom Sanderson." He said. "Right. He's our ride and our drummer for the moment. He's 18." Jack said. "So, would you like to tell us why you're hiding from Chris and why you were crying?" He asked. I nodded and started to speak.
