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The camera flashes were driving Jolynn insane.
When she started singing and songwriting, she had never imagined that little lights could make her want to quit her job. And, it wasn't a bad job either, considering that she was getting big, fast.
She played piano,guitar,sang, wrote and did a plerhera of other things with her band of sorts.
It wasn't much of a band so to speak. Just her two of her friends who played stand-in instruments live.
The lights that shone on her tonight seemed hotter than usual, and the camera flas seemed to blind her from seeing her fans, her crowd, the people her were making her who she was.
"Thanks guys! Have a good night!" Jolynn sing-songed, hopping off her tall stool, revealing her 5'2" figure of only 93 pounds. She skipped off stage, only to nearly collapse the second she was out of sight of the crowd.
The room was spinning and she was working her way to her dressing room, and trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the area back-stage at the same time.
Let's just say Jolynn wasn't the best multi-tasker, and she ran into a small pile of equipment, sending it crashing to the ground, almost taking her with it, but a hand snatched her out of the way in time.
"Hey Chris, can you get that for me?" a familliar male voice fell upon her ears, but she was to delusional to place it.
She felt the figure pick her up as she finally blacked out.
VIVA
Jolynn's eyes fluttered open, and as they adjusted to the light, she was catching a vague, dark figure on the other side of her dressing room.
"Hey there sleeping beauty!" the same male voice from earlier pranced in her ears as she brought her focus onto him.
"Patrick!"she squeeled!
"I'm sorry miss," he joked."but have we met before?"
It was true that she and Patrick had never actually met before, but being that they were both having there go in the lime-light they knew well of eachother.
"In my wet dreams yeah." she smiled, flipping back her smooth, natural black hair as she sat up to bring herself eye-levle with him.
"Haha, well you almost had quite a spill back there, are you okay?" Patrick asked, moving himself off of his seperate chair and next to Jolynn on the loveseat.
"Yeah I'm fine." she smiled. She absolutely adored the way Patrick talked. It was so corny that it was sweet.
After some mindless talk and making sure that she was okay, Pete Wentz walked into the dressing room.
"So, Patrick, did you tell her?" he asked, shaking Jolynn's hand and sitting where Patrick had been to begin with.
"Oh! Not yet! I forgot!" he chuckled.
"Wow, great sales partner you are Pat." Pete grinned, shoving Patrick's hat into his face, then turning to the rather confused Jolynn. "So, since Patty Boy hasn't told you in the hour-and-a-half he's been back here, I will. I would like to have you signed to DecayDance. It seems that you, little girl, have been quite a hit of late, and unsinged as I hear. Correct?" Jolynn simply nodded.
"Good, think over it. Patrick, meet me out front, our plane back to Chicago leaves in three hours."
"Okay." Patrick said, as Pete walked out of the room.
"Wow, that was quite a load." Jolynn said, rubbing her eyes and raising an eyebrow in disbelief at what had just happened.
"Well, it seems as though I have to leave, but first, how old are you exactly Jo?" Patrick asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Sixteen, why?" she replied.
"Oh that's okay." he smiled, leaning in and kissing her tenderly, making her just as loopy as she had been when she had gotten off of the stage that night.
"I could use some scandal in my life." he said, before writing his number on her hand and leaving the room, leving Jolynn the unmistakeble feeling of floating away.
We're getting down till' the sun comes up.
I hope you liked it Jolynn!
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