Got a plot, if anyone's interested.
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Thread Topic: Got a plot, if anyone's interested.
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ehhhh not it. >:D
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Also, I'll start.
Agatha hadn't heard about him before they arrived. A family friend, Ms. Collager, was in town, and since no one else had been able, it was her responsibility to pick her up from the airport and take her to her hotel. She hadn't expected the sidewalk to be so crowded she had to park a few blocks away. She hadn't expected to have to force her way through throngs of people, mainly girls her age, to get to the door and then through the lobby. She hadn't expected Mrs. Collager to have to shout to the woman at the front desk over the collective roar of the crowd. She didn't expect to finally find some peace in an elevator after escorting Mrs. Collager to her room. She sunk to the floor and waited to press a button, enjoying the slight silence. -
Bentley stared angrily outside of his window. The screaming girls, the annoying, all similar signs, and of course, all of the cameras. He shouted to no one in particular, "Can a guy not get ANY PEACE?" His manager looked over. This man had a medium built. His hair was cut short and neat, spiked up with some of the most expensive hair gel there was. His nose was a bit elongated, but the rest of his face showed no flaws. He cracked his neck before explaining,
"What did you expect out of this? You can't just 'get famous' without people wanting to follow you...everywhere you go." -
**Can a guy get ANY PEACE?
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She eventually reached up and pressed a button on the wall. She vaguely recognized the name the girls had been chanting, but didn't really know who he was. Bentley... something. She sighed in annoyance as the elevator descended.
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He decided on taking a course of action. He grabbed his bowl of guitar picks, heading over to the window. "HEY, what are you doing, Bentley?" his manager croaked out, worried that he was doing something that could damage his reputation. Bentley sent the window flying open.
"I love you guys so much!"" He grabbed a few handfuls of his guitar picks, letting the light items fly out into the crowd of people. this caused some of the girls to leave, pleased with now owning a guitar pick from their favorite artist. Bentley stuck his head out of the window, putting on a smile and waving. -
Deciding she didn't want to handle the crowd right away, she stopped on a random floor instead and sat in the hallway. The floor seemed mostly empty, though she could hear someone yelling from one of the rooms.
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The manager whooped out. "Nice going, Bentley! If this doesn't earn you some positive publicity, then I don't know what will!" The manager stood and proceeded to do a happy dance that just showed how excited he was. The younger male grew bitter, and he exited the room, heading straight into the hall without even thinking. He slammed the door, sighing. "Gosh, I hate that guy sometimes. Always about the publicity!"
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She pulled out her phone to tell her parents that the entire hotel drop-off had gone smoothly, then heard a door open. She looked up and noticed a boy about her age standing ten or fifteen feet down the hall. He looked familiar, and the more she thought about it, he was the one the girls outside were freaking out about. She looked him over, shrugged, and returned to her phone.
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Bentley took quite a while, but finally noticed the girl standing a little bit away. He gasped to himself. He did not know if this girl was one of his fans, or if she was on the cell phone to tell her other crazed fan friends that he was on the seventh floor. He put his hands over the sides of his face, growing anxious. Carelessly, he slowly made his way over to her.
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When she saw him moving over out of the corner of her eye, she looked up again. "Sorry, texting my parents. Had to drop someone off here and they needed to know." She slid her phone into her pocket. "Did you need something? Those girls outside are really annoying."
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Bentley seemed incredibly relieved. "Oh my gosh. Thank you so much for not being one of them. Seriously, thank you." Bentley gave a half smile. "They follow me no matter where I go. It gets really, really creepy. Sorry I came up to you like this, I truly believed you were going to send an army of fangirls in my direction." He wiped a drop of sweat from his brow.
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"Oh, so you are the person they're after. I'm so sorry." She frowned sympathetically. "I don't really know much about you, I think one of my friends was really into one of your songs."
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"They aren't the worst crowd. Some even knew the exact room number. Some of them know what I am doing before even I, myself, does." His eyes widened a bit, his head shaking along with that action.
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"Being you must suck, then." She sighed. "I don't want to go out there."
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