Chapter 2

There was a mighty roar as Ben announced me, and I thought, how embarrassing. He bowed towards me and waved me to walk across in front of the crowd.

The crowd clapped and cheered as I did my walk of fame, but it was soon back to normal with plenty of young girls asking me for my autograph, how I got started as a model and what it was like being the face of Bunbury FM teen radio, and things like that. The best was from a five-year-old boy who asked if he could marry me. I thought, how cute, kissed his cheek, much to his and his parent’s delight, and gave him a gift pack.

Time was flying by, as there was always something to do. Ben and I danced a few times when he stacked the CD player, allowing the music to continue automatically. Then, some older guys stood and stared at me, blowing me kisses and moving their hips back and forth, which I ignored. I also caught Ben looking at me so many times that I thought he looked at me more than the crowd.

The next day, Ben introduced me as he had yesterday, but I wasn’t as embarrassed, and today, it was me checking him out. He was around 180cm tall, maybe twenty-one, with an athletic build, brown hair, hazel eyes, and when he talked, his voice was so smooth and confident you could easily see why he was a DJ. He was quick-witted and interacted with the crowd well, quickly whipping them into a frenzy, getting them to sing or chant. He even had them chanting. “Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn,” over and over. He’s a fun guy.

While a set was playing, Ben asked, “Caitlyn, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. Why?”

“Would you like one?”

“Maybe.”

“Would you like me as your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we should have a date first. I mean, I like you, and you’re so good with the crowd, but I’d like to get to know you a bit more before I say yes to being your girlfriend.”

“Great, as well as this stuff, I play keyboard in a band. Would you like to join me tonight?”

“I’m only sixteen, but I turn seventeen on Tuesday. So I’m too young to go to a pub.”

“Wow ... you’re only sixteen? You look older. I thought you would be in your early twenties.”

My heart sank. I liked Ben and wanted a date with him.” Does that mean I’m too young for you?” I said dejectedly.

“No way. Seventeen, on Tuesday. That makes me ... four years and eight months older than you. No, you’re perfect, and I can vouch for you at the pub, provided you don’t drink alcohol. Anyway, you’ll be with the band, so they’ve got to let you in. You can sit by the stage with the other guy’s girlfriends and one boyfriend. There are four guys and one girl in the band. Madison is the lead singer. I’m on keyboard and backup vocals, Cameron is on drums, Lewis is the lead guitarist and backup vocals, and Dylan is the bass guitarist. Would you like to come?”