Rock Star Cinderella
By Katie R., Fort Plain, NY
Paparazzi + Celebrities = RunningThat weekend, Trish, my dad, and I walked up to the building where the party would be held in a half an hour. Muffy's dad gave my dad an extra pass so he could be our parental advisory. Let's face it, that's the only reason why we were allowed to go to this function in the first place. The party was being held at a building that the record company used for special parties. The room was SO cool. The floor and the walls were a metallic black; a disco ball and some flashing lights helped give the room a nice tint of color. As we walked in, hundreds of girls were outside banging on the windows and screaming some pretty crazy stuff. In a half an hour, they would all be let into the party. We got in really early so we could talk with Mr. Riles, Muffy's dad. Trish and I wanted to give him our demo. You see, a few years ago, Trish and I started our own rock duo called Under Water. Basically, Trish sings, and I play guitar. We started performing at our school's talent show a few years ago. Everyone says that we sound really good; so we decided that we would try to break into the music business. You never know until you try.
A few minutes later, the party started hoppin'. "That's Evan Craiger! Harvey Coolage! Guy Savor! Guy is even hotter up close!" Trish said as we stood next to the snack table. Some of the best in the business were swarming around the place. Every time Trish saw a famous person, she would get all excited and scream her head off. As we ate cheese and crackers, Trish glared down at my left hand. "Why are you wearing the glove?" she said.
"I figured that if I wore my glove, Ryan might remember me. I mean, I only met him last week. How bad could his memory be?" I said unsurely.
"True. What happened to the other glove?"
"I don't know. When I got out of the meet and greet, I checked my back pocket, and it wasn't there," I explained. "I'm gonna get some more food. You want anything?"
"No. I'm good. Thanks though," Trish said as I walked over to the snack table. As I reached in for a popcorn ball, Ryan Prest did too!
"Sorry," we both said as we looked up at each other.
"Hi," he said shyly.
"Hi," I said, both of us staring at each other with big smiles on our faces. All of a sudden, a swarm of paparazzi started snapping cameras at us. Ryan grabbed my hand as we ran out the side door that led to an alley. "Thanks for getting us out of there," I said, fixing my hair while I stood in the alley.
"No problem. Didn't you come to my concert last week?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Thanks for lifting my spirits. That concert seened like such a disaster."
"Oh, no. It was great."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"It was the bomb," I said with a big smile.
"So, what's your name?" He said smiling back.
"My name is-." As I started to say my name, a swarm of paparazzi started to charge toward us. Suddenly, Trish ran through the crowd of paparazzi and grabbed my hand.
"Come on!" Trish said, dragging me behind her while we tried to run away from the paparazzi.
"Wait! I have something of yours!" Ryan yelled as I looked back at him. Once the paparazzi fiasco was over, Trish and I met my dad at the front of the building where the car was parked, and we headed back to our quiet home in Syracuse.
Trish slept over that night. "So, details, girl. I need details!" Trish said as she shoved popcorn into her mouth.
"We talked, and that was pretty much it," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"That's it?" Trish said as popcorn spat out of her mouth.
"There would've been more if you didn't drag me away," I said agitated.
"That's alright. You were just trying to help," I said with a sigh.
The next day at school, Muffy came over to our table. "Joanna, did you see the newspaper?"
"It looks like Ryan has his own Cinderella," she said as she held up a picture of Ryan. I was standing next to him with my hands covering my face. "The report says that he doesn't know her name, but it seems like he and this girl have great chemistry," Muffy said with a smirk. "Sorry, you lucked out, Joanna. You two would've made such a cute couple."
"I think I'll survive," I said as she and her group of Cheerleaders walked away.
Later, at a hotel in New York City....
"You should've seen her, Rob. There's something special about her," Ryan said as he sat down on the couch with my white fingerless glove in his hand.
"Let me guess, she still has her real nose, right?" said Rob, Ryan's best friend/guitarist.
"No. Well, yeah. She still has her real nose. I think. But it wasn't about her looks."
"What was it then?" Rob asked as he sat down next to Ryan.
"her personality. She didn't fawn over me like the others."
"So, do you know her name?"
"No. She started to tell me, but her friend grabbed her hand and ran out of the alley. I tried to give her back her glove, but she ran away before I could give it to her. I have to find her!" Ryan said distressed.
"Ryan, she's just a girl. Don't waste all of your time looking for her."
"But, Rob, she the one!"
"What if she isn't?"
"Trust me, she's the one. I just know it."
"Okay. So, she's the one, but how are you gonna find her? Who knows how many girls own a glove like that," Rob said, pointing to the glove.
"When I see her, I'll know. I mean, we both know the conversation we had at the concert. Plus, I think this glove is growing on me." Ryan slipped on my glove.
"Oh, no! Call the fashion police. Ryan that's so '80's. Nobody wears that anymore," Rob said in horror.
"True. The only person that would wear something like this would be Glovegirl. Maybe, just maybe, if she sees me wear it, she would realize that it's hers, and I could find her. Some how. It's a plan in progress."
"Glovegirl? She must be pretty special if you're gonna give her a nickname."
"Yeah. She is," Ryan said with a thoughtful smile on his face as he looked at the glove that was on his hand.