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Chapter 4
I awoke to rainbows dancing across my face. I glance at the clock to see
that it was 9am. I groaned. I’d missed Stacie and Deb! I climbed out
of bed and stretched. While doing so I caught sight of more rainbows on the
wall. A thought then came to me. Where are the rainbows coming from? I looked
around the room curiously and saw that on the windows above the desk were
two sun catchers, a music note and a paintbrush. Taped to the window is a
note.
I walked across the room and peel the note off the window. The note says
that the sun catchers are from Stacie and Deb. It also has the address of
the recording studio and the studio number so I can meet them there.
Putting the note down I ran to the kitchen, wolfed down some breakfast, and
ran back to my room to get dressed. I was all ready to go when I realized
that I had no way to get there! Then I noticed another note on the kitchen
counter that I had missed before. This note says that they had taken the
bus so I could have the car. Grabbing the keys off the counter I ran outside
to the car.
Half and hour later I pulled into the parking lot of the recording studio.
Climbing out of the car I looked up at the building. "Man, this place is
huge," I said aloud. Gathering my wits and my belongings, I entered the studio.
There was no one at the front desk so I proceeded into the building hoping
to find the right room.
I wandered the halls of the first two floors checking the studio numbers
on the doors, and finding nothing. I climbed the stairs to the third floor
and began checking the numbers on the doors once again. As I rounded the
corner I walked right into this guy. He was an inch or two taller than Stacie
with brown, curly hair. He was wearing large sunglasses so I couldn’t
really see his face. "Sorry," I mumbled absent-mindedly and began checking
the numbers yet again.
"You need some help?" the stranger asked. "You look a little lost."
"Some help would be great," I laughed. "Leave it to me to not be able to
find the right room and get myself lost." The stranger laughed with me and
then asked what room I was looking for. "325C," I replied.
"Okay, let’s get goin,’" the stranger drawled. Why does he seem
so familiar to me? If only he’d take off the sunglasses I might be able
to place him. I was led through a maze of halls, up a flight of stairs and
through another maze of halls until we stopped in front of a door at the
end of a corridor.
"Well, here we are," the stranger said with that familiar drawl.
"Thank you very much," I replied, "and I’m really sorry about walking
into you before."
"That’s OK," he said laughing a bit. "Truthfully, I didn’t even
see you. I kinda looked right over your head." I giggled a little; that’s
what happened around most people. "Well, good luck," the stranger stated.
"Oh, I’m not here to record," I replied. "I’m here because my sister
and my best friend finally got studio time. They want to make it big as singers.
They’ve both wanted to do this for as long as I can remember."
"Well, thank you Mr…….," my voice trailed.
"Littrell, Brian Littrell," he stated taking off his sunglasses.
My jaw almost hits the floor. No wonder he seemed so familiar! I had been
a fan of the Backstreet Boys for years. I loved their music! Of course Deb
and Stacie loved them for other reasons as well, and they would most likely
be considered teenyboppers. I recovered from this shock fairly quickly.
Act cool I told myself, he’s just a normal person. "Well, thank you
Mr. Littrell," I said a little nervously. I got nervous around all guys and
this was a very famous guy so there was double the nervousness.
Brian smiled a bit, probably because he heard the tremor in my voice. "Well,
you’re very welcome. It was my pleasure Miss……," now he let
his voice trail.
"Melissa Gogo," I replied.
Brian chuckled again. "You have a very interesting last name you know."
"Yeah, I know," I replied still a bit nervous. " I got a lot of comments
about it in high school."
"You’re out of high school?" he asked in a disbelieving voice. "How
old are you?"
"I’m 19," I state.
"Coulda fooled me," he smiled.
"I think I’ll take that as a compliment so I won’t be forced to
beat up someone I’ve just met." We both laughed, probably picturing
the scene. "Well, I have to get going, or I’ll miss everything."
Brian stopped me. "Just do me one favor," he pleaded, "don’t tell anyone
you met me. No one’s supposed to know we’re back in Orlando for
a break."
"Don’t worry, I can keep a secret," I said smiling.
"Good," he said. "I’ll see ya around!" he called as he turned and ran
down the hall.
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