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J.C. ushered Chloe into the entertainment room of the bus where the other three guys were lounging.
"Guys," he commanded their attention. "This is Chloe Dorret, our new wardrobe coordinator, Chloe this is Justin, Joey, and Lance."
"Nice to meet you all." Chloe smiled.
"Likewise," Lance said easily.
"So, Chloe," Justin began with a sly wink at Joey, "did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?" Chloe asked, confused.
"When you fell from heaven," Justin finished with a charming smile.
"Yeah," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes,"I was sore for weeks."
J.C. chuckled. At first he was worried about this girl joining them on tour. She seemed to be shy, but despite her meek appearance she had a sharp wit and could take care of herself.
Chloe shivered, pulling her winter coat around her small body to ward of the chill of the crisp Main air. Augusta was the first stop in their six-minth tour.
She slung the garment bag holding all the guys costume changes over her slender shoulder. She discovered the she could barely keep it from brusning the ground. After picking up the bag that held their shoes, she struggled to make her way across the icy alleway.
"Hey, Chloe, let me help you," Chris' vioce called from behind her.
She turned to see him sliding toward her on the ice. He stopped inches from her.
Chloe could feel the tickle of hes breath on her cheek.
"Show off," She muttered.
"I'll do anything to impress a pretty girl," Chris told her, reaching for the garment bag. "Let me take that."
"No," Chloe protested. "This is what you hired me for."
"And you'll be no good for us if your back is broken." Chris pointed out as he strode toward the building.
The rest of the afternoon Chloe dashed around the dressing rooms, searching for all the pieces of the cosutme changes, and fixing all the tears along the seems.
"Hey, is mine done yet?" a voice asked as she bent over a pair of J.C.'s black pants.
Chloe looked up to see Chris leaning against the doorframe.
"Um...hold on." Chloe quickly went through the neat pile in front of her.
Chris stepped into the room, plopping himself down in the chair across from her, watching her riffle through the pile of clothing.
"Found it!" she cried triumphantly. "It looks done to me."
"Thanks," he said, taking the clothng from her hand, but not attempting to get up.
"So tell me about youself," Chris said after a few moments of silence.
"What do you want to know?" Chloe asked.
"Where you from?" He leaned forward, placing his chin in his hands.
"Beverly Hills," she answered.
"Ooo, from The Hills, huh?" he teased gently. "Were you daddy's little princess?"
"Hardly," Chloe retorted bitterly.
"Why did you apply for this job?" Chris' eyes unnerved her, seeming to see right through her.
"I thought it would be fun to see the county," Chloe answered. It was partly true.
"Have you ever been to Main before?" Chris asked.
"Yes," Chloe told him.
"You don't like to talk abaut yourself much do you?" Chris was smiling but his eyes were curious.
"No, I guess I don't," Chloe said. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Well, my full name is Christopher Allen Kirkpatrick," he began in an obnixiously perky voice that made Chloe smile. "My birthday is October seventeenth, I'm twenty-seven. I enjoy sports, dancing, singing, and long walks on the beach."
"You've been rehearsing that speech haven't you?" Chloe teased.
"You never know when a reporter might pop up and want an interveiw," Chris told her with a grin.
"What are you two up to?" Chloe looked up to see Joey hovering in the doorway.
"Not much," Chris answered.
"Well, we have to start getting ready," Joey said.
"I don't have to be told twice," Chloe chimed, tucking away her sewing untensels. "I'm out of here."
Chloe hurried from the room. She could feel Chris' intense gaze boring into her back.
Chloe had never had a boyfriend. She had never gotten close to boys, afraid that her father would scare them off. She couldn't explain what she felt for Chris. He intrugued her, but at the same time he scared her.
You can't let youself get involved with them, Chloe scolded herself.
Despite her efforts to avoid to, her eyes always seemed to wander to the energetic, goofy, singer that night at the concert. A few times she thought he might be looking at her, but it was only a fleeting glance that left her thinking it was just her imagination.
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