Happy Accident

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  Happy Accident

  by Selena Kitt

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  Happy Accident

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  The damned door was locked!

  I pounded on it, but there was no way anyone could hear me over the steady beat of music. I actually felt it—thump-thump-thump—when I pressed my ear to the door. I pulled my coat tighter, my legs numb with cold. At some point tonight, I had been convinced black fishnet thigh highs and a miniskirt were a good idea.

  “If that isn't the opening band, Katie, I'm going to kill you!”

  Katie stood there with our tickets in her hand, ready to give them over so we could get in to see Scratch. Breathless, I looked down the long flight of steps we'd just climbed in high heeled boots.

  “They must have closed all the other entrances but the main one when the show started,” Katie speculated, tucking the tickets safely into her purse. “Come on, we'll have to go around!”

  “Shortcut my ass! Katie, I could be sitting in the front row listening to Rob sing right now if it weren't for you and Mapquest!”

  “I think that's still Blue Jeans Metal playing,” Katie soothed, taking my arm and pulling my coat sleeve.

  I shook her off. “It better be!” I hissed, looking at my watch. “This is all your fault!”

  She crossed her arms and glared. “It is not! I'm not the one who took an hour and a half deciding which tramp-wear would best attract Rob's attention!”

  “Oh, please!” My crossed arms mirrored hers. “You could have thought to get something to eat before we were on the road!”

  “Fine, Sabrina!” She rolled her eyes. “It's all my fault, okay?”

  I sighed, eyeing the steep stairs again. “Okay, let's go. Maybe we can still make it before they start.”

  The door opened behind us. I heard it before I saw it from the corner of my eye, my chest swelling with the hope that it was our salvation! It opened hard and fast, catching me in the shoulder and the side of my head, a tall figure barreling through, calling behind him, “I think it's this way!”

  For a moment, I saw stars as I groped for something solid. I found the handrail to the stairs, my heel slipping backward off the first step. That's when I knew I was going to fall. I screamed and saw Katie's face, a perfect expression of horror—eyes and mouth wide, her hands reaching out—but she wasn't close enough to catch me.

  “Oh, damn!” It was the dark-haired guy who had hit me with the door, and he was close enough to reach me, his hands gripping my wrist and pulling so hard it felt like my arm was going to be pulled from its socket. “Are you okay?”

  “The door!” Katie groaned as it swung shut behind a second guy, this one blonde, who had stepped forward to help the first as they pulled me away from the stairs.

  I touched my throbbing head, rubbing it. “I'm okay!” I said it more to reassure myself than anyone else as I stared behind me at the twenty-foot fall I could have taken down the cement steps.

  “The door's locked!” The blonde guy pulled futilely on it.

  Katie sighed. “We know.”

  “Hey, are you sure you're all right?” The dark-haired guy touched my head, and when he pulled his hand away, I saw my own blood on his fingers. It made me woozy, and I grabbed the handrail again. He pulled me away from the stairs, blocking them with his body as he propped me against the door. I noticed he didn't have a coat, just jeans and a t-shirt. When I looked into his face, I recognized him as I collapsed fully against the door, sure I would pass out.

  The whole world tilted sideways, and I went with it. He grabbed me again, this time holding my shoulders and upper arms, as if he could keep me from going down. For a moment, he did, but then I slid through his hands and landed at his feet on the cold concrete. He knelt beside me, swearing again under his breath.

  “Tyler, try the other doors!” he called over his shoulder. I looked at Katie and knew she had just realized it, too. “Listen, we have to get you inside.”

  “You're Rob Burnett,” I breathed, my heart thrumming in my chest, a slow heat tingling its way through my limbs in spite of the cold.

  “Oh, Christ...” He groaned. “Yeah, that's me.”

  “You're Tyler Cook!” Katie pointed at the blonde guy trying to open the rest of the row of doors and swearing each time he found one locked. “From Scratch!"

  “Yeah...” Tyler drew the word out as if she were going to have a problem understanding him. He nodded and put his hands in his pockets as he came toward us. “That's right. And we're supposed to be playing a show right now.”

  “We're...fans. We're supposed to be...watching it.” Katie looked as dazed as I felt. She hadn't even been hit in the head!

  I stared at Rob, who looked at me like he was trying to figure something out, and my heart did that fluttering thing again. Me, face-to-face with Rob Burnett! My mind screamed it, and my body wanted to scream it, too. I probably would have been jumping up and down and screeching if my head hadn't hurt so much.

  “All right, so we're locked out.” Rob held his hand out to me. I took it, thrilled at the contact, feeling lost in a surreal dream. He helped me stand, then steadied me at my elbow when I wavered again. I pressed against him, pretending it was to keep me upright, or for warmth. I just wanted to be near him.

  “I still have to take a piss, man!” Tyler laughed.

  “Me, too!” Rob grinned at him. “Let's figure out how to get back in. And get her to first aid.” He nodded at me. “What's your name?”

  “Uh...” I drew a complete blank with his eyes on me.

  Katie came to the rescue. “I'm Katie and this is Sabrina.”

  She stood on my other side, and Tyler moved in next to her. I smiled at the way she looked at him. I never could figure out why she had a thing for the lead guitar player when Rob Burnett was available to drool over. As if either of us ever real
ly had a shot at them, right?

  “Pretty name...” Rob smiled at me. Something electric passed between us and I smiled back.

  “Well, let's try this.” Tyler turned and started banging on the door, yelling, “Hey! Let us in!”

  Rob watched him for a moment, shrugged, and started banging, too, yelling along. I glanced at Katie and we both joined them, banging our fists and screaming. I doubted anyone could hear us over the music playing inside, but it might be worth a shot. I got tired and stopped, and we all tapered off, one by one, the four of us standing there, our breath streaming into the cold, pondering the doors.

  “So you thought these doors led to the bathroom?” Katie giggled.

  “It's dark back there!” Tyler defended his poor choice. “Want me to just whip it out and take a piss right here? I've really gotta go.”

  “Feel free!” Katie flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose at him. “Nothing I haven't seen before.”

  “C'mon,” Rob snorted. “Let's try this one more time, and then we'll have to look for another entrance. Do you think you can walk okay?”

  I realized, after a brief silence, he was asking me. “Yeah, I think so.” I blushed, touching my head, liking and hating the special attention at the same time. It was sore, and there was a small cut, but it wasn't bleeding anymore.

  “All right, let's do this.” Tyler put both fists against the door. “On three, give it all you got. One. Two. Three.” We pounded. We yelled. Tyler actually kicked the door with his tennis shoes.

  Katie was the one who noticed a door opening next to her. “Yay!” she squealed.

  “Hey, awesome!” Rob stepped toward the opening door and the incredibly loud wave of sound.

  “Hold it!” A large man wearing a security guard uniform stopped Rob with a flat hand pressed against his chest. He was twice Rob's width and had a good six inches on him in height. “This entrance is closed. Take your tickets around front.”

  “But we're in the band!” Tyler stepped around Katie, pressing Rob's shoulder with his own. The security guard looked him up and down. I couldn't fault him for his confusion. They didn't look or dress like rock stars—no make-up or big hair or costumes. They looked like regular guys in jeans and t-shirts and tennis shoes. The curse or blessing of the garage band, I thought. They blend.

  “You know...the band...Scratch." Rob's face grew more and more disbelieving with further explanation. “I'm Rob Burnett. This is Tyler Cook.”

  The guard hesitated, looking at me and Katie. “We're just fans,” I explained. “We're not with them.”

  “But we have tickets!” Katie pulled them from her purse.

  The guard pressed Rob with his hand, nodding toward Katie. “Then I can let you in. You, too.” He jerked his head toward me.

  Rob stared at us as we moved past him, Katie holding out our tickets. I almost laughed at the wide-eyed look on his face. Stopping in front of the security guard, I was determined to put things straight. “They really are in the band. Rob Burnett is the lead singer of Scratch. If you don't let them in, there isn't going to be a show!”

  Tyler called over my shoulder: “There are ten thousand people in there waiting for us, dude!”

  The guard shrugged a shoulder in Rob and Tyler's direction. “I'm sorry, but I just work here. I don't know you.”

  Tyler swore again, slapping his forehead and then slamming his fist against the door. The security guard reached toward his belt and I gasped, wondering if they carried guns. When he pulled out a walkie-talkie, I sighed in relief. The security guard pressed the button on the side of the receiver and spoke into it. “Listen, I have two young men at the back entrance who say they're in the band.”

  Katie looked at me. She grinned a crazy kind of smile, making me want to giggle. This was insane!

  I turned to Rob. “I'm sure they'll let you in.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “I gotta take a piss,” he said over his shoulder.

  “Me too!” Tyler, behind him, snorted laughter.

  “Hey, hey!” Rob leaned into me and pointed past the security guard. “John! Hey, that guy knows me!” The guy, John, I assumed, heard Rob calling and turned.

  The security guard blocked the door with his bulk, turning to look at the man walking toward him. “Do you know these guys?”

  The walkie-talkie in the guard's hand jolted alive, full of static and crackle. “Burnett and the lead guitar player are missing. Do you have them at the back door?”

  “Hey, Rob!” John peeked his furrowed brow around the security guard's shoulder. He was carrying a coiled cord over his arm like a pet snake. “Whatcha doin’ out there?”

  “Looking for a bathroom,” Katie volunteered. I felt Rob's body shake with laughter. I turned to look at him and his eyes smiled at me.

  “I'm sorry...” The look on the guard's face was priceless. He looked like someone had just walked in while he was going to the bathroom. “These guys are part of the band?”

  “That one pretty much is the band.” John pointed to Rob.

  Tyler gave him the finger. “I resent that.” He grinned.

  “I apologize...” The guard moved aside to let us all in from the cold. He was bright red. “I didn't know.”

  “That's all right, man.” Rob clapped him on the shoulder. “Easy mistake.”

  I heard the crowd chanting, “Rob! Rob! Rob!” There was no music playing now. The opening act must have ended.

  “Hey, John...” Rob grabbed the roadie by the arm. “Do me a favor and find these two a place in the front row, would you?” He smiled at me. “I nearly knocked this one down a flight of stairs. I think she needs some first aid.”

  “Thanks.” I smiled at him, thinking what a nice guy he was turning out to be. That was the fantasy, of course—meeting some rock star that turned out to be sweet and kind—but it didn't ever turn out that way in real life. Did it?

  “Um...Rob?” Katie tugged at his sleeve. He looked from me to glance down at the tickets Katie had clutched in her hand. “We already kinda have front row seats.” I nudged her quiet and she frowned at me.

  “Oh!” He raised his eyebrows. “Well, tell you what, then, John, give these girls an All-Access-Pass, huh?”

  Katie grinned, nudging me. The sound of the crowd was louder now, still chanting his name.

  “Maybe I'll see you backstage after the show.” Rob reached out to touch the side of my head again. “Make sure you get that cleaned up, okay?”

  I nodded. He turned and went with Tyler, both of them walking toward a door John pointed out, while Katie and I followed John in the opposite direction. I felt an invisible tug and glanced over my shoulder to see Rob looking at us.

  “Don't forget to pee!” I grinned and waved. He winked and followed Tyler through the door.

  “All right, girls.” John hoisted the black cord over his shoulder. “Follow me.”

  I started after him, my whole body buzzing with excitement. I didn't even hear the voice calling, but Katie did, stopping so fast I ran right into her.

  “Sabrina!”

  I turned at the sound of my name and saw Rob peeking out the door. I raised a hand to wave, my heart leaping in my chest.

  “What's your favorite song?”

  I stood there for a moment, not believing he had asked. I wanted to say something impressive, pick his favorite song, or something socially relevant, but it happened too fast and instead I just told him the truth: "Can't Break a Broken Heart!"

  He gave me a thumbs-up and another wink before ducking in. Katie grinned at me. I wondered if my eyes were as shiny and glazed as hers.

  We struggled to keep up with John as he took us through a twisting, turning maze of corridors. He stopped at a door marked: ‘Office’ telling us to wait outside while he went in.

  Katie took the opportunity to grab my arm and squeal. “Oh my God! Sabrina, we just met Rob Burnett and Tyler Cook!”

  I still felt too dazed by it all to squeal in response. Instead
I just grinned and nodded. John came out carrying two laminated cards attached to strings.

  “These will get you anywhere you want to go.” He handed one to me and one to Katie. “Keep them around your neck and keep them safe.”

  Katie tugged hers over her head, pulling her long, dark hair out from under the rubbery string. I stared disbelievingly at mine before putting it on.

  “Now, about your head.” John inspected it with his eyes. He was still slinging that cord over his shoulder. It looked like it weighed a ton, but he wasn't complaining.

  “No, it's okay.” I waved him away. “I really just want to go see the show. I'll be fine.”

  “You sure?” He frowned. “First aid's right around the corner.”

  “She's sure,” Katie insisted, grabbing my hand. “Can you just tell us how to get to our seats?”

  The noise level doubled when he led us through the first set of heavy curtains, and it doubled again through the second set as we followed him into the venue. The lights were dark, and the crowd just a solid wall of sound. We stood near the top of the stadium, the stage and the roadies clearing instruments below looking like dollhouse miniatures.

  Oh great. More stairs!

  There was an usher near the entrance, and John left us there with a smile and a wave. Katie and I went down, flight after flight, showing our tickets to a new usher at every level until we arrived on the main floor, making our way through already crowded aisles toward the front row.

  “Look at those!” I heard a voice as we passed. “Those are backstage passes!”

  I imagined being her, jealous of the privilege, as I pressed the laminated card to my chest and we showed our tickets one last time before sliding into our seats. I felt like a queen. It was amazing how special you felt in the front row at a concert.

  “I'm sorry I yelled at you,” I apologized to Katie.

  Katie's father was, after all, the only reason we had front row tickets in the first place. His work for a promotions company had always been a boon for us through high school and college, whenever our favorite band-of-the-month came into town.