Not Your Groupie

"Come on you can't get cold feet now!" My best friend Katie said dragging my arm as she pulled me into a building I didn't want to be at in the first place.

"Fine but I'm doing this for you," I rolled my eyes at her following her into the venue.

"Thank you!" She smiled and giggled happily.

We walked into a small auditorium looking room as various amps and mic's were being set up. There was a blonde male standing in the centre of the stage. He winked at our direction and Katie shrieked.

"Umm how long till the show?" I asked scratching the back of my neck.

"45 minuets why?" She asked.

"45 minuets!" I exclaimed.

"Why is that a problem? I wanted to be close to the stage." She said as a mater of fact.

"That's why that creep was winking at us," I rolled my eyes.

"Who Luke? What are you talking about?" She asked.

"He thinks we're groupies!" I sighed taking my spot up by the stage with Katie.

"I'd be Luke's groupie any day," she said giggling.

"Well I'm no ones damn groupie."