Post by irishtwizzler on Aug 3, 2009 20:29:50 GMT -5
Emma was super excited about the show tonight. She had never been to a REAL show before. I mean, there were always the minor shows and concerts in her local theatre, but nothing like THIS. Her friend best friend, Meagan, was taking her to see a concert in radio city music hall for her sixteenth birthday. Her parents had apparently heard there was a new Irish group in town, and immediately thought of Emma, knowing how much she was into her Celtic culture. Mr. and Ms. Jacobs were like Emma’s replacement parent parents, and until her older brother Declan returned from Iraq, she would be staying with Meagan’s family.
Meagan’s voice could be heard through the door.
“Emma? You almost ready?”
Emma sighed. “Yeah, be right there Megz”
She checked herself in the mirror. Her soft red curls framed beautifully around her face, and she had put absolutely no makeup on besides a bit of lip gloss. She had been going for a more natural look. The outfit she had chosen wasn’t that fancy either. It was a simple, but pretty, green shirt and a nice pair of dark blue jeans. On her feet were black ballet slipper shoes. She had on a simple charm bracelet and, her favorite accessory of all time, rings; a few on each hand. She leaned into the mirror just a tad to clip on her mother’s white gold locket. Growing up most of her life without parents and only one older brother had been tough, financially, emotionally, and mentally. Especially when her brother was making the measly pay of a soldier. She took one last look at herself in front of the mirror and turned towards the door.
Meagan was lounging on her couch, starring at the images on the T.V. screen.
“Ready?” Emma asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, let me go get mom.”
As Meagan left the room, Emma sat down on the couch. Suddenly, “Viva La Vida” echoed in the room. Emma rushed to her bag and took out her cell phone. She looked at the number. It was josh. Aside from Meagan, josh was her best friend. He’d been like her twin brother since she could crawl. They had been born in the same hospital on the same day, only hours apart. While there, their mothers became good friends. Ever since then, their families had been very close, as were they. They could tell each other everything and anything.
“Hiya” she said
“Yo” was his response. “I just wanted to tell you something before you went off to that concert of yours.”
He cleared his voice.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Emmie! Happy birthday to you!”
She smiled at his singing, but had to laugh at the pet name.
She chuckled.
“Geez, Josh that was sweet of you! But I think you might need a few singing lessons before you go professional” she teased
He laughed.
“Well, you’re paying for them!”
She giggled.
“I have to go now, don’t want to be late!”
And with that they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Just then, Meagan and her mom came into the room. Meagan began pulling emma out the door while Mrs. Jacobs walked out to the car.
“Wait! I forgot my book!” emma exclaimed.
She slipped from meagan’s grasp and ran back into the house. Quickly, she grabbed her sketchbook, and shoved her cell phone and iPod the pockets of her jeans.
They arrived at the venue early. REALLY early, in fact. They had expected a ton of traffic, but surprisingly, there was non. So when they pulled into the parking lot at 5:00 for a 7:30 show. So they decided to go out exploring the area for a bit. Mrs. Jacobs left Meagan and Emma by a book store, and left to go get some coffee. They all agreed to meet back there in a half an hour. Once her mother left, Meagan casually strolled into the store. Emma, not interested in books at the moment, decided to go look around at the other shops. It wasn’t too long before she found a music store. Well, she thought, “I DO need more strings for my guitar…and some more picks couldn’t hurt either…and there’s that new album out by Green Day… so she walked in, looked about a bit, purchased her items, and went towards the door. While walking, she took out her new CD, turned it over and read the list of songs. Not watching where she was going, she pushed open the door and wacked someone in the face. The collision sent her purchases and sketchbook rolling down the side walk.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she exclaimed.
From behind the door came a young man holding a hand to his forehead. When she looked up to him, she noticed that he had the most dazzling blue eyes she had ever seen. His dark brown hair was spiked a little, and, she thought, must be at least 6 feet tall.
“s’okay” he chuckled. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He smiled at her.
He had the most adorable Irish accent. She could only stare up at him in awe for a moment. My God , he’s hot, she thought. She had no idea what to say. She was lost in his bright blue eyes. Mentally, Emma slapped herself to knock out of it. she had to say something to him, to fill the awkward silence. So, Emma, being her normal, smart self blurted out,
“Wow, your tall!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling.
“Well, I suppose so.”
Emma laughed too.
“Sorry, I tend to say stupid things like that from time to time”
He chuckled.
I'm Damian, by the way. Damian Mcginty." he said, offering his hand.
"I'm Emma McDermott." she shook his hand, and blushed a pretty pink.
He grinned, then he looked over her shoulder.
“Hey, aren’t those your papers blowing down the street?” he asked.
She immediately snapped out of her trance.
“Oh no!”
She picked up her other things from the ground and began to run down the street after her precious sketches. He chased after her, helping her pick up the drawings. They laughed together as they ran after the runaway papers. Once they retrieved every last one, he held one up and stared at it.
“Wow, this is really good!” he said, holding up a sketch of a couple, sitting on a bench.
“Thank you….” she said, trailing off.
“You’re an amazing artist,” he told Emma, giving her the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen.
“Thanks. They’re my parents.” This thought brought a pang of sadness. She missed them a lot. More than she could explain. Her eye began to water up a bit, as she tried to push that mental image away. She would NOT cry in front of him.
He turned to her, just in time to see a tear trickle down her cheek. Still unsure what to do, he handed the drawings back to her. Emma quickly wiped her eyes, and took the pictures.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking rather worried.
“Oh, i-it’s nothing.”
“You sure? You look awfully pale. Are you okay?”
“She began to choke up.
“I-I’m f-f-fine, its n-nothing, r-really,”
He dropped it, not wanting to upset her anymore.
“Well, you ARE really good. I bet your parents are proud.”
Emma burst into tears.
“Whoa, what’s wrong? Is it something I said? Well of course it was, I’m sorry!!!” Damian reached out for Emma.
Emma, completely stunned at Damian’s reaction, just stood there, crying into Damian’s shoulder. She felt like such an idiot. She could have prevented this. If only she could control her emotions better, then she wouldn’t be here, crying into the shoulder of a guy she just met. But she couldn’t stop sobbing. The image of her parents….it was too much for her. She could still see her mom, lying on the bed, pale as a ghost. Her head removed of any hair; her body just skin and bones. The chemo obviously hadn't worked. She was only 5 at the time, but she could never forget those blue eyes, fading of all light. And her dad…her dear father…this was the most heart wrenching image. It was the worst phone call she’d ever received. His voice, terrified, still rang in her ears as she recalled him telling her he loved her, that he might not come home that day, and that should he not return from New York, to leave Declan in charge. Emma remembered how she had gone into hysterics at seeing the smoke rise from the city and the twon giant towers go down, finally realizing her father’s words. Though this was nearly 8 years ago, but the image was still fresh in her mind.
“sh-she just l-lied there! She w-wouldn’t move…and he was-was so scared! H-he told me not to b-be sad, but how couldn’t i?"
“shhhhh, it’s ok, don’t cry, Emma,” he said, sounding quite worked up.
Damian just stood there for a while, holding Emma until her sobbing died down. Even afterwards, they just stayed there, Emma clinging onto Damian as if her life depended on it, and he holding her up.
Emma was the first to let go. She took a few steps backward and, dizzy from crying so hard, almost fell off the sidewalk. Luckily Damian caught her arm just before she did so.
Chuckling, he added softly, “easy there, don’t want you getting hurt, do we?’
“Thanks, you spared me a sprained ankle,”
“You’re quite welcome, “he said, giving her the sweetest smile. She grinned back.
“So you live here then?” He inquired.
Emma blushed. “Yeah, but I really don’t like it here.”
He seemed confused.
“it’s too much for me,” she explained, “ I mean, I enjoy the noise and bright lights and all, but sometimes I just want to, I don’t know, leave the country or something. Go somewhere where I can have both the city and country…”
“Sounds like Ireland to me.” he chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess it does, doesn’t it….what’s it like to live there?” she asked, in an almost daydream state.
“Nice. Very green.”
Emma giggled. “That’s not a problem for me, green’s my favorite color.”
He laughed too. “Well, then you’d love it there. Providing you also don’t mind sheep and cows in the road. They can be really stubborn sometimes. I almost ran one over once.”
Emma laughed. She couldn’t even picture someone as perfect as him doing anything wrong. Just picturing him driving, the wind blowing his hair-NO. She wouldn’t let herself think of that. She just met this guy; there was no way she was going to fall for him this quickly.
He smiled at her, almost stopping her breathing all together. Just then her cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Where are you? It’s 5:56! We still need to eat before the show.” Said Meagan.
“Ok, ok, calm down, megz, I’m on my way! I just got sidetracked is all.”
“How much stuff did you buy?”
“Just the new Green Day album, only a few guitar picks, and some replacement strings since SOMEBODY thought she could play my guitar.”
“Hey, I said I was sorry!’ megz said, giggling.
“I know, I just like teasing you,”
“So did you do anything else? I mean, to be gone almost an 1 hour and a half and only purchase 3 things seems weird.”
“Well, I did talk for a bit…”
“With who?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Oh….he’s still with you, isn’t he…well, is he cute?”
“MEGZ!!!”
“Alright, fine, but you had better give me every single detail at the restaurant. I wanna hear ALL about your new boyfriend. Bye!” Meagan said, laughing.
“No, megz, wait that’s not what I- ugh…”
Damian burst into laughter.
“What?” Emma asked innocently.
“Well, your friend seems nice,”
“You heard that!?!?” She started to turn pink.
His laughter grew. “You look worried.”
“Damian!!!”
He laughed at her expression “No, I couldn’t hear you, but I could just tell you two were close.”
Emma relaxed a bit
“Why, what did she say?” he teased.
“Huh? Oh, nothing” Emma felt blood rush to her face.
He just laughed, and Emma couldn’t help but think about how cute his laugh was. Scratch that, HE was cute. She began to get lost in his blue eyes.
“Emma?”
“What?”
“I just asked you something,” he chuckled, seeming to enjoy flustering her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,”
He shrugged it off and continued, “So, you like Coldplay? Your ringtone’s one of my favorite songs by them,”
“Yeah, I love them,”
“Cool,”
“I’m one of the only people who do in my school, along with being a Manchester United fan…its weird how whenever I mention Fergie, they automatically think of the singer, not the soccer coach.”
He burst into laughter.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing, it’s just I’m a ManU fan too, and I’m just picturing Fergie getting on a stage and singing.”
“Oh, that would be a sight,” I said, laughing along with him.
Just then his watch beeped.
“Well, I gotta run I’m late for something…” he said, reluctantly.
“Oh, that’s ok, I have to meet up with my friend right about now anyways,” she said, reluctant to leave as well.
“Well then, it was nice meeting you, Emma,”
“Same here,” she said, holding out her hand.
He stared at her hand for a moment, then back at her, and pulled her into a hug. Emma felt like she would just melt in his strong arms then, after a few moments, he pulled away.
“Bye Em!”
‘b-bye damian!” she said, blushing at her dubbed pet name.
He turned, and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back to wave at Emma before turning around again and sprinting down the block.
Emma just stood there; staring in the direction he ran off in. after a while she turned around and headed off in search of Meagan. Eventually she spotted her and Mrs. Jacobs in a small pizza shop on the corner. Dinner went by quickly, with Emma day dreaming about her new friend.
When they arrived at the theatre, it was packed. People were piling into the building left and right.
As they passed one of the concession stands, Mrs. Jacobs bought 3 programs and ushered the girls into the all-ready packed venue. Emma and Meagan giggled excitedly, as they found their seats in row 2.
“Wow, they’re hot! Especially the young one and the blond” Meagan exclaimed, looking through her program.
Emma glanced down at her program for the first time-and froze. There, on the cover of the booklet, were 5 guys. And one of them was Damian. No, it couldn’t be him! That was impossible! But it was.
Just then, thunder roared and an eerie voice boomed. The show was already starting. This was going to be an interesting night.
Meagan’s voice could be heard through the door.
“Emma? You almost ready?”
Emma sighed. “Yeah, be right there Megz”
She checked herself in the mirror. Her soft red curls framed beautifully around her face, and she had put absolutely no makeup on besides a bit of lip gloss. She had been going for a more natural look. The outfit she had chosen wasn’t that fancy either. It was a simple, but pretty, green shirt and a nice pair of dark blue jeans. On her feet were black ballet slipper shoes. She had on a simple charm bracelet and, her favorite accessory of all time, rings; a few on each hand. She leaned into the mirror just a tad to clip on her mother’s white gold locket. Growing up most of her life without parents and only one older brother had been tough, financially, emotionally, and mentally. Especially when her brother was making the measly pay of a soldier. She took one last look at herself in front of the mirror and turned towards the door.
Meagan was lounging on her couch, starring at the images on the T.V. screen.
“Ready?” Emma asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, let me go get mom.”
As Meagan left the room, Emma sat down on the couch. Suddenly, “Viva La Vida” echoed in the room. Emma rushed to her bag and took out her cell phone. She looked at the number. It was josh. Aside from Meagan, josh was her best friend. He’d been like her twin brother since she could crawl. They had been born in the same hospital on the same day, only hours apart. While there, their mothers became good friends. Ever since then, their families had been very close, as were they. They could tell each other everything and anything.
“Hiya” she said
“Yo” was his response. “I just wanted to tell you something before you went off to that concert of yours.”
He cleared his voice.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Emmie! Happy birthday to you!”
She smiled at his singing, but had to laugh at the pet name.
She chuckled.
“Geez, Josh that was sweet of you! But I think you might need a few singing lessons before you go professional” she teased
He laughed.
“Well, you’re paying for them!”
She giggled.
“I have to go now, don’t want to be late!”
And with that they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Just then, Meagan and her mom came into the room. Meagan began pulling emma out the door while Mrs. Jacobs walked out to the car.
“Wait! I forgot my book!” emma exclaimed.
She slipped from meagan’s grasp and ran back into the house. Quickly, she grabbed her sketchbook, and shoved her cell phone and iPod the pockets of her jeans.
They arrived at the venue early. REALLY early, in fact. They had expected a ton of traffic, but surprisingly, there was non. So when they pulled into the parking lot at 5:00 for a 7:30 show. So they decided to go out exploring the area for a bit. Mrs. Jacobs left Meagan and Emma by a book store, and left to go get some coffee. They all agreed to meet back there in a half an hour. Once her mother left, Meagan casually strolled into the store. Emma, not interested in books at the moment, decided to go look around at the other shops. It wasn’t too long before she found a music store. Well, she thought, “I DO need more strings for my guitar…and some more picks couldn’t hurt either…and there’s that new album out by Green Day… so she walked in, looked about a bit, purchased her items, and went towards the door. While walking, she took out her new CD, turned it over and read the list of songs. Not watching where she was going, she pushed open the door and wacked someone in the face. The collision sent her purchases and sketchbook rolling down the side walk.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she exclaimed.
From behind the door came a young man holding a hand to his forehead. When she looked up to him, she noticed that he had the most dazzling blue eyes she had ever seen. His dark brown hair was spiked a little, and, she thought, must be at least 6 feet tall.
“s’okay” he chuckled. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He smiled at her.
He had the most adorable Irish accent. She could only stare up at him in awe for a moment. My God , he’s hot, she thought. She had no idea what to say. She was lost in his bright blue eyes. Mentally, Emma slapped herself to knock out of it. she had to say something to him, to fill the awkward silence. So, Emma, being her normal, smart self blurted out,
“Wow, your tall!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling.
“Well, I suppose so.”
Emma laughed too.
“Sorry, I tend to say stupid things like that from time to time”
He chuckled.
I'm Damian, by the way. Damian Mcginty." he said, offering his hand.
"I'm Emma McDermott." she shook his hand, and blushed a pretty pink.
He grinned, then he looked over her shoulder.
“Hey, aren’t those your papers blowing down the street?” he asked.
She immediately snapped out of her trance.
“Oh no!”
She picked up her other things from the ground and began to run down the street after her precious sketches. He chased after her, helping her pick up the drawings. They laughed together as they ran after the runaway papers. Once they retrieved every last one, he held one up and stared at it.
“Wow, this is really good!” he said, holding up a sketch of a couple, sitting on a bench.
“Thank you….” she said, trailing off.
“You’re an amazing artist,” he told Emma, giving her the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen.
“Thanks. They’re my parents.” This thought brought a pang of sadness. She missed them a lot. More than she could explain. Her eye began to water up a bit, as she tried to push that mental image away. She would NOT cry in front of him.
He turned to her, just in time to see a tear trickle down her cheek. Still unsure what to do, he handed the drawings back to her. Emma quickly wiped her eyes, and took the pictures.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking rather worried.
“Oh, i-it’s nothing.”
“You sure? You look awfully pale. Are you okay?”
“She began to choke up.
“I-I’m f-f-fine, its n-nothing, r-really,”
He dropped it, not wanting to upset her anymore.
“Well, you ARE really good. I bet your parents are proud.”
Emma burst into tears.
“Whoa, what’s wrong? Is it something I said? Well of course it was, I’m sorry!!!” Damian reached out for Emma.
Emma, completely stunned at Damian’s reaction, just stood there, crying into Damian’s shoulder. She felt like such an idiot. She could have prevented this. If only she could control her emotions better, then she wouldn’t be here, crying into the shoulder of a guy she just met. But she couldn’t stop sobbing. The image of her parents….it was too much for her. She could still see her mom, lying on the bed, pale as a ghost. Her head removed of any hair; her body just skin and bones. The chemo obviously hadn't worked. She was only 5 at the time, but she could never forget those blue eyes, fading of all light. And her dad…her dear father…this was the most heart wrenching image. It was the worst phone call she’d ever received. His voice, terrified, still rang in her ears as she recalled him telling her he loved her, that he might not come home that day, and that should he not return from New York, to leave Declan in charge. Emma remembered how she had gone into hysterics at seeing the smoke rise from the city and the twon giant towers go down, finally realizing her father’s words. Though this was nearly 8 years ago, but the image was still fresh in her mind.
“sh-she just l-lied there! She w-wouldn’t move…and he was-was so scared! H-he told me not to b-be sad, but how couldn’t i?"
“shhhhh, it’s ok, don’t cry, Emma,” he said, sounding quite worked up.
Damian just stood there for a while, holding Emma until her sobbing died down. Even afterwards, they just stayed there, Emma clinging onto Damian as if her life depended on it, and he holding her up.
Emma was the first to let go. She took a few steps backward and, dizzy from crying so hard, almost fell off the sidewalk. Luckily Damian caught her arm just before she did so.
Chuckling, he added softly, “easy there, don’t want you getting hurt, do we?’
“Thanks, you spared me a sprained ankle,”
“You’re quite welcome, “he said, giving her the sweetest smile. She grinned back.
“So you live here then?” He inquired.
Emma blushed. “Yeah, but I really don’t like it here.”
He seemed confused.
“it’s too much for me,” she explained, “ I mean, I enjoy the noise and bright lights and all, but sometimes I just want to, I don’t know, leave the country or something. Go somewhere where I can have both the city and country…”
“Sounds like Ireland to me.” he chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess it does, doesn’t it….what’s it like to live there?” she asked, in an almost daydream state.
“Nice. Very green.”
Emma giggled. “That’s not a problem for me, green’s my favorite color.”
He laughed too. “Well, then you’d love it there. Providing you also don’t mind sheep and cows in the road. They can be really stubborn sometimes. I almost ran one over once.”
Emma laughed. She couldn’t even picture someone as perfect as him doing anything wrong. Just picturing him driving, the wind blowing his hair-NO. She wouldn’t let herself think of that. She just met this guy; there was no way she was going to fall for him this quickly.
He smiled at her, almost stopping her breathing all together. Just then her cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Where are you? It’s 5:56! We still need to eat before the show.” Said Meagan.
“Ok, ok, calm down, megz, I’m on my way! I just got sidetracked is all.”
“How much stuff did you buy?”
“Just the new Green Day album, only a few guitar picks, and some replacement strings since SOMEBODY thought she could play my guitar.”
“Hey, I said I was sorry!’ megz said, giggling.
“I know, I just like teasing you,”
“So did you do anything else? I mean, to be gone almost an 1 hour and a half and only purchase 3 things seems weird.”
“Well, I did talk for a bit…”
“With who?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Oh….he’s still with you, isn’t he…well, is he cute?”
“MEGZ!!!”
“Alright, fine, but you had better give me every single detail at the restaurant. I wanna hear ALL about your new boyfriend. Bye!” Meagan said, laughing.
“No, megz, wait that’s not what I- ugh…”
Damian burst into laughter.
“What?” Emma asked innocently.
“Well, your friend seems nice,”
“You heard that!?!?” She started to turn pink.
His laughter grew. “You look worried.”
“Damian!!!”
He laughed at her expression “No, I couldn’t hear you, but I could just tell you two were close.”
Emma relaxed a bit
“Why, what did she say?” he teased.
“Huh? Oh, nothing” Emma felt blood rush to her face.
He just laughed, and Emma couldn’t help but think about how cute his laugh was. Scratch that, HE was cute. She began to get lost in his blue eyes.
“Emma?”
“What?”
“I just asked you something,” he chuckled, seeming to enjoy flustering her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,”
He shrugged it off and continued, “So, you like Coldplay? Your ringtone’s one of my favorite songs by them,”
“Yeah, I love them,”
“Cool,”
“I’m one of the only people who do in my school, along with being a Manchester United fan…its weird how whenever I mention Fergie, they automatically think of the singer, not the soccer coach.”
He burst into laughter.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing, it’s just I’m a ManU fan too, and I’m just picturing Fergie getting on a stage and singing.”
“Oh, that would be a sight,” I said, laughing along with him.
Just then his watch beeped.
“Well, I gotta run I’m late for something…” he said, reluctantly.
“Oh, that’s ok, I have to meet up with my friend right about now anyways,” she said, reluctant to leave as well.
“Well then, it was nice meeting you, Emma,”
“Same here,” she said, holding out her hand.
He stared at her hand for a moment, then back at her, and pulled her into a hug. Emma felt like she would just melt in his strong arms then, after a few moments, he pulled away.
“Bye Em!”
‘b-bye damian!” she said, blushing at her dubbed pet name.
He turned, and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back to wave at Emma before turning around again and sprinting down the block.
Emma just stood there; staring in the direction he ran off in. after a while she turned around and headed off in search of Meagan. Eventually she spotted her and Mrs. Jacobs in a small pizza shop on the corner. Dinner went by quickly, with Emma day dreaming about her new friend.
When they arrived at the theatre, it was packed. People were piling into the building left and right.
As they passed one of the concession stands, Mrs. Jacobs bought 3 programs and ushered the girls into the all-ready packed venue. Emma and Meagan giggled excitedly, as they found their seats in row 2.
“Wow, they’re hot! Especially the young one and the blond” Meagan exclaimed, looking through her program.
Emma glanced down at her program for the first time-and froze. There, on the cover of the booklet, were 5 guys. And one of them was Damian. No, it couldn’t be him! That was impossible! But it was.
Just then, thunder roared and an eerie voice boomed. The show was already starting. This was going to be an interesting night.