Would You Be Mine? ~Adam Lambert~

I was 17 when I ran away from home. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was a druggie. That's what happens when you live in Hollywood. I never got to live a normal life. Dad made me drop out of high school to get a full-time job that's where I met my best friend Violet, which wasn't so bad but my father would beat me every night; mom would be in her own world.

Where are my manners? My name is Rosalie Valentine and I'd like to tell you a story. It's a great story full of love, friendship, anger, violence and a pop star. You may know him or not. He changed me and my whole world. Before I met him I pushed everyone away. I didn't know how to love but he, he showed me.

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When we walked in Mike came over to us. 

"Ey girls." He smiled.

Mike is in his late 20s and freaking British. He's a great guy. How he's Violets' uncle I'll never understand.

I smiled, "Hey Mikey." 

"So tonight I got Adam Lambert playing."

We nodded. 

"Rosa your turn tonight."

He's the only person to call me 'Rosa' I use to hate it but it grew on me.

Violet and I take turns serving a singer and the other person serves the whole band. Last night My Chemical Romance played. 

Mikes cell rang.

He answered it, "Ello? Ye. He's here? Two of my gals are getting him. One's name is Rosa and the other Violet." 

He snapped his cell shut. He looked at us.

"Go get him."

 We nodded and walked by the tables then walked upstairs going behind the stage then out the back door. There was a black limo. I heard fans at the end of the ally screaming, "Adam, Adam!"

The limo driver opened the door. Out came a black leather boot then followed by the rest of him. He had a black jacket that went down to his knees. Short black hair that was kinda spiked up, his bangs over his right eye kinda hiding it. He has black eyeliner on. He looked at me with beautiful blue eyes.

He is a Greek God, I thought.

He smiled, oh god I about died. 

Violet leaned near me and whispered in my ear, "I think it's time for me to give you that phone call."

She backed away. I was speechless.

"Hello, Mr. Lambert!" Violet greeted.

"Please call me Adam." He smiled.

"Okay Adam, I'm Violet and this is Rosalie." 

She pointed at me. I waved and he waved back.

"Rosalie, I like that name."

"T-thanks. I'm named after my great grandmother." I managed to say.

He nodded and smiled.

Violet grin, I knew what she was thinking; 'My little Rosie finally in love.' Lord, I can hear it now.

"Let us lead you inside. Rosie?"

I looked at her.

"Lead the way."

I nodded, and mumbled, "Follow me."

I started walking off. He was beside me and Violet was with his band members.

I brought them over to Mike. He was standing by the bar. Mike smiled.

"Mr. Lambert! Thank you for your time and playing tonight."

He shook Adam's hand. 

I stared at their hands.

I wonder what his skin feels like, I thought.

"Call me Adam. It's an honor to play here tonight."

"Good, good. Rosa will be takin' care of ya tonight and Violet will be handling ya band members."

Adam looked at him slightly confused by the name change, "Great." I caught Adam looking at me then back to Mike.

Mike looked at us, "Ladies lead them to their rooms."

I nodded and walked up to Adam as Mike walked away. Violet lead the band members to their rooms.

I kept my eyes on the ground trying to speak, "Mr. Lambert, please this way."

"Adam."

"Right sorry."

He laughed a little, "It's alright."

I lead him to his room. He sat down at the mirror. I closed the door behind me and stood beside it leading against the wall waiting for him to tell me to do something. I glanced at his mirror my hand throbbing.

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