The Opening Act

Blair's Pov.
First I am introduced to Luke, Calum, Ashton, and then finally Michael. I have heard a few of there songs and I was excited to meet them, but I was really excited to meet Michael. Because I heard he was a lot like me. Or at least that is what the girls say anyway. "Blair this is Michael." Rachel smiled moving her eyebrows up and down. I let out a small laugh before making contact with his bright green eyes that are full of playfulness. I have a feeling he has that look a lot. I hold out my hand and smile. "Nice to meet you." I say still holding in a giggle from Rachel, but never breaking eye contact with him. As if accepting a challenge he does not breaking eye contact either "You to" he flashes me a crocked smile and gives my hand a slight squeeze. He breaks first and looks over. I follow his gaze and I can see Rachel chatting with Ashton. I'm definitely not looking for a relationship with any of these guys. I mean I just want to focus on our music. And nothing can get in the way of that.
After sitting around getting to know each other for about ten minutes before Michael suggested that we get away from all the others chatter. I agree and follow him down the hall. And we go into the last door in the hallway. "Welcome to my humble place at Luke's" he has the biggest grin on his face while bowing down. I can't help but think of how cute he is. Then walk in and he shuts the door. Before taking his shirt off. My eyes widen. "What are you doing" I say in a fast breath. He lets out a small laugh and turns around. "What do you think?" He says walking toward me, and I start to back up. But stop when I hit his dresser. My heart is racing partly because I am scared and partly because I like it. But how can I be okay with this? I just met him. I try to say something but nothing comes out. He is now only inches from my face. I look down at his body then back at his eyes are full of mischief. Then he moves back and has a shirt in his hand. WOW, JUST WOW. That was extremely awkward. I take in a deep breath and shake it off. I walk over to his bad and plop down. Graving a CD and putting it on he turns to me and sticks his tongue out. Just before I hear the familiar beet of Last Child comes through the radio. This just so happens to be my FAVORITE Aerosmith song. When my part of the song comes on I burst into a freakin musicale. I stand up on his bed with something that was on his dresser in my hand using it as both a guitar for the solo and as a microphone for the best part.
Take me back to a south Tallahassee.
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy.
Can't stand up on my feet in the city.
Got to get back to the real nitty gritty.
Yes sir, no sir, Don't come closer.
My home sweet home can't catch no dose.
Of a hard tail poon tang sweetheart sweat.
Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get' and his ear.
With her face in a beer.
Then I fall down in laughter next to him. I notice he is also laughing heuristically and I look up at him "You like Aerosmith?" He asked surprised. As if that whole thing I just did didn't answer that already. "Well duh." I say stupidly throwing my hands in the air at the last beet of the song. I let out a breath and then turn to him.

Notes

Okay so ik I am not the best writer in the world but come on I know I can do way better then this!!!! WHY CAN'T I JUST WRITE THE FIRST ONE GOOD UGH. ~Love me now~