By Cleo
The crowd was howling out front. They were geared up for the entrance of Curt Wild, rock star/ sex-god. The opening act had gone over, making the roadies scramble around in the dark, shuffling instruments around the stage at warp speed. �Oi! Ready!� the stage manager shouted to Curt, springing the rock star to life. He ran, screaming, to the stage.
He didn�t see the guitar stand still lurking at center stage. Running into it, his feet tangled in the legs and sent him stumbling across the stage where he ran into a shocked guitar player and sent them both sprawling into the drumset. The stagehands could only watch helplessly. Off to the side, the new girl, Cleo, stared. As the bruised Curt Wild shoved past her, she could only shrug, �But it wasn�t my fault!�