"Only Friends" A Celtic Thunder FF

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Ok bare with me everybody. Never made any story public before. This is purely a fanfic so there's a lot of fiction in here. And if you can't say anything good, please comment on something like the weather. ;)



Only Friends

The concert kept playing in my mind. Over and over. Oh my goodness, it was the best day of my life.
My mom and I had gone to a Celtic Thunder concert in Boston! We had gotten there late (as always) but to both of our amazement, we had gotten two seats right up in the second row. “The best seats in the house” my mom called them. I didn’t really care where we sat (not really) I just wanted to see them.
I thought I caught a couple of the guys’ eye now and then, but maybe it was just my imagination.
We didn’t really have a budget that allowed M&Gs so we just settled for watching the guys from a distance.
“Hey, there’s a bathroom.” My mom said. We had been looking for one but we had run into a crowd which, I thought, must hide one of the guys.
The center of the crowd was pretty far away (or so I thought) so I made my way toward the sign, “I’ll stay here and wait for you” my mom said.
I nodded and continued.
Through the loud chattering of the crowd I heard one of the guy’s voices. No, it couldn’t be. I thought. I had to be my imagination. It could not possibly be Damian.
The screams and frantic questions of hysteric fan girls drowned out his voice so I couldn’t hear it too well.
I didn’t want to draw attention to myself (typical me) so I tried not to be noticed. Just then I caught the eye of a person a little bit ahead of me. It was Damian. OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!! I couldn’t move, didn’t move, I just stood there looking at him, and him at me.
He was answering a question and he didn’t look too comfortable. At that moment, a look crossed his face and he lunged toward me and grabbed my elbow!
“Yes,” he was saying in his adorable Irish accent, “I do have a girlfriend, and this is her.”
I’m sure my face showed my utter surprise, my giddiness, my . . . my joy! Damian had his arm around me and his grip was unnecessarily tight.
A blonde girl in front of us had a look of dislike (and a little jealousy) on her pretty face. “That’s her?” she asked.
Damian tightened his grip and I thought that my ribs would break. “Yes, this is her, now if you will excuse us, we have a long trip ahead of us.”
Damian, still with a tight grip on me, walked toward a door labeled “backstage”.
I frantically looked for my mom and managed somehow to find her and catch her eye. Her face registered extreme shock, and I did my best to give her a look of “I’ll find you when I can”.
Damian opened the door and pushed me through, then hurried in himself and shut the door quickly and with much force.
He leaned against the wall and let out a big sigh. Then he started laughing.
I stared at him, “I don’t see anything funny about this.” I accused but then the humor of the situation caught me and I let out a nervous giggle, and after that I couldn’t hold back. We both stood there laughing our heads off being complete strangers and having not even really met.
After Damian stopped laughing enough to talk he held out his hand and said, “I’m Damian McGinty.”
I took his hand and enjoyed the firmness of his grip. “I’m Eliza Johnson.” I said.
We let go of each others’ hands (which I was sad to do) and looked out a little peephole in the backstage door.
“Wow.” Damian said, “that was a narrow escape.”
I giggled, “Yeah, now I’ve got to go back out without being surrounded be your adoring fans.”
He sighed, “Sorry I dragged you into this. I should have known better.”
I rolled my eyes, “Well, you could have found a better way to do it.”
He put his hands on his hips “I guess you think I shouldn’t have lied?”
I avoided his gaze.
“Well, I’ll remember next time not to grab the first, unsuspecting, girl that passes.”
That melted me.
Just then Paul walked over and raised his eyebrows at me. “Who’s this lovely girl then?” he asked.
I blushed and Damian explained what had happened. Paul rubbed his chin. “Well, you’re right. It might be a problem getting her out again without someone seeing her.”
“I’ve got to find my Mom.” I said.
Paul nodded. “I understand. Well, I’ll see if I can have one of the crew members go drop her a hint to come through this door. Then you can go out the back way.”
I nodded, looking out the peephole again to see if I could see her.
Paul called over a man and gave him instructions and within minutes my mom was backstage and we were all brainstorming to try and come up with and idea on how to get to our car.
Ryan, George and Keith came over and all of the introductions were made. We all had come up with some pretty good ideas but every one of them seemed to have holes in it.
After we had stood around for over fifteen minutes thinking and mentally throwing away ideas that we had mentally wadded up, Zara walked over and put her hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
“I vote they come to our hotel tonight.”
My mom and I were speechless. “I – I don’t know if we could-”
Zara gave my mom an “I’m in charge” look and said “Nonsense! You must come and we’ll take care of everything.”
My mom shook her head “We couldn’t. We have reservations at a hotel down the road.”
“I said we’d take care of everything.” Zara said waltzing away, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket as she walked.
I inwardly willed my mom not to object and I think she read my mind. “I wouldn’t normally accept this but it looks like Zara’s not going to let me decline.”
Paul nodded, “You would be wise if you just gave in, Mariah. Zara doesn’t give up a fight too easily.”
“Which is why she always wins,” Ryan added.
Everyone laughed.
 
Hahahahah! Nope, I can't say anything nice about this because I will say something friendly :D How does this sound? :p Hilarious first part! I love it! Keep it up! Me wants next chapter :D
 
Yey!!! Readers!!!!!!!! Ok here's the next part.



We had to go out one at a time to avoid fans. My mom had nothing to worry about until the people around realized she was going to the Celtic Thunder bus. Then they all crowded around, asking why she was going with them and who she was.
Paul and Ryan went out together, blowing kisses and signing tickets. George went out quickly putting his hand up to keep the fans back and Keith went out after that ignoring the screams of the fan girls with professional ease.
I went out with Damian. AHHH!!!! It was almost a dream come true. I noticed the blonde girl from the crowd earlier. She was shaking her head as if she was suspicious.
The fans crowded around us and blocked the way to the bus. Damian bent his head and whispered in my ear, “Just sign a few and they’ll back off, that usually works.”
I stepped back at the words sign a few. I was no celebrity. No, not until an hour ago when Damian dragged me into this. Though I had to admit, I wouldn’t want anyone else to drag me into anything else.
Questions were thrown from everywhere and Damian handled them like a pro.
“Is this your girlfriend?” “What’s her name” “What happened to your other one” “How long have you been together”
“Yes” “Eliza” “This is my other one” “Long enough”
I laughed when he said long enough. Oh, yeah an hour was a really long time.
Damian kept his arm around me when possible, his hand gently resting on my waste. My heart was probably double the speed the full ten minutes it took us to get to the bus.
I climbed onto the bus’s step but Damian held me back. He turned back to the crowd and blew a kiss to his adoring fans. He pulled me off the step and brought me down close to him. He gently lifted my arm and whispered to me to wave. I did so but a second later jumped to feel a light kiss on the top of my head.
After a few more waves Damian pushed me up the steps and into the bus.
Mom met me at the door and handed me a soda. She had obviously made herself at home. Probably due to Zara, I thought.
I took the drink gratefully and sat down at a built in booth.
Damian grabbed a can for himself and sat down across from me. “You’re a natural.” He said opening his soda.
I grinned and took a drink, “Oh, yeah leaving out that I had a pro at my back practically telling me my every move.”
He grinned back at me.
Mom came over and sat down next to me. “Well, Paul supervised getting our luggage and it’s on its way to our new hotel, and so is my car.”
I laid my head on her shoulder and sighed. “We’ll have a story to tell Gram, won’t we?”
She laughed, “We defiantly will.”
Paul leaned against the wall, “A good story, I hope.” He said, a teasing glint sparkling in his eyes.
I grinned, “Absolutely.”
 
Ok, since I've already written it and I'm gonna be gone on vacation for a little while I'll post the next two parts. Here they are.



The hotel where Celtic Thunder was staying was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen. The lobby alone was almost as big as the stage Celtic Thunder had performed on only hours before.
I kept turning around looking up at the huge chandelier that hung from the seemingly miles away ceiling.
Zara came over to me and joined in my staring, “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she said, smiling at me.
I nodded.
“We’ve seen many a hotel on our tours, but this one,” she paused and looking around the room, “this one just takes the cake.”
I grinned, “I’ve been in here before.”
Zara looked surprised, “You have?”
I nodded, “Yeah. My family and I came to Boston on vacation not to long ago. We came in here for a few minutes.”
“Nice.” Zara said.
Just then Paul motioned for us to come over. “We found a room for you, but there might be a problem.”
I cringed, “What is that?”
Paul jerked his head in the direction of a blonde, middle aged woman, standing be a large pillar with a clipboard in her hands. Uh-oh, I thought. Sharon.


I felt a hand on my back and turned around to see Damian giving me an encouraging look. I looked over at Zara, hoping for an explanation.
Zara gave me a pitying look, “Well, if you’re gonna hang out with us, you’re gonna have to talk to, um, Sharon.”
I gulped. I’d heard things about Sharon, and not all of them were good. I looked at my mom and she took a step back. I was on my own on this one.
I walked quickly over to the woman and cleared my throat.
She jerked her head up, “And you are?”
I opened my mouth but Sharon cut me off, “Oh, never mind. I know who you are. Just tell me a little more about yourself. What do you like to do? Do you have any pets? What are your interests?”
My uncertain look changed into a scowl. “Hey, I’m not here to get an interview, I’m here to get a hotel room. And if I’m gonna have to go through you just to get introduced to these guys, then my mom and I will be happy to go somewhere else.”
As soon as the first word was out of my mouth, I knew I couldn’t stop and I knew I would get myself into trouble. But I got one of those thoughts wrong.
Sharon looked at me all through my short speech. When I finished, her blank look melted into a smile, and she nodded. Then to my utter amazement, she started laughing.
I turned around with wide eyes and saw that everyone else was just as shocked.
Sharon put her hand on my shoulder, still laughing. “You know, Eliza Johnson? I like you!”
My difficult moment was over. One of the hotel’s staff members led us to our rooms. Zara and Sharon actually had a room next my mom and me.
Zara and Sharon came into our room and we talked into the morning. Mostly it was my mom and Sharon on one bed and Zara and me one the other, carrying on completely different conversations. Around 3 o’clock in the morning, Sharon and Zara went back to their room. I have to admit though, Mom and I still didn’t get much sleep even after that.
 
I love this! This is amazing!
Someone had better nominate this for the story contest! (I already nominated the stories I'm nominating so I can't)
 
Ok, I'm updating quickly because I've already have it written. So here's more.


“Liza! You have to get up!” I heard my mom say.
I groaned and turned over, mumbling something like “five more minutes.”
“No, Eliza. You have to get up now! Don’t you remember where we are and who we’re with?”
I was bolt upright the moment my brain clicked. The concert. Sneaking out the back. Meeting Sharon. Talking to Zara. I promise you, I was up and dressed within five minutes.
While I was getting ready, Mom told me that Sharon had asked her if we wanted to join her, the boys and Zara for breakfast. My mom had of course said yes and then had gone to wake me.
We were down in the dining room within 10 minutes of the invitation. There were loads of people there and only a few tables empty. Everyone was there. There were only two-seat tables left and my mom was heading over to where Sharon was patting a seat next to her and out of the corner of my eye I saw George get up from a table with a smug grin and desert the person who was sitting there.
Damian. Oh boy. George passed me and went to sit where Paul was beckoning him. Apparently it was a setup.
Damian was looking after George with a look of shock and then he gave me a look of hopelessness and pointed to the seat in front of him. I went over and sat down.
“So, we might as well look like we don’t know what’s going on.” He said scooting his chair in towards the table more.
I grinned, “Yeah,” letting out a giggle I said, “So, we have to look naïve.”
Damian gave me a crooked smile, “Well, that might be a little hard for you but I won’t have a problem with it.”
I laughed, “Really now?”
Damian nodded.
“I doubt it!” I said kicking him under the table.
Just then a waitress came over and we placed our orders. After that, while we waited for our food, we took turns asking questions about each other.
“So, where do you live?” Damian asked.
I leaned back farther in my chair and replied, “In a little town in upstate New York. It’s almost all mountains up there but they managed to squeeze a town in.”
Damian laughed, “You’d like Ireland then,”
I shrugged, “Maybe so. I kinda don’t like the hills though, you know. It never gets dull, it’s always beautiful but I just wanna see something else other than mountains for a change.”
Damian looked at me, kinda puzzled, “So, you’re one of those country people who doesn’t want to be a country person?”
I smiled, “Yeah that’s about it.”
The conversation flew by after that and before I knew it, breakfast was over and we were faced with goodbyes.
I looked at my mom and gave a sad face, she smiled encouragingly at me. It had been a funny way to become friends but we were friends just the same.
“I’m the one who made this all happen!” Damian exclaimed when we were all gathered around, “If it hadn’t been for me, they wouldn’t be here right now.”
Everyone laughed. George reached over and ruffled my hair, “But a good deed you did, Damian, a good deed you did.” All of the other guys agreed and Sharon and Zara said they couldn’t argue.
We all got hugs and then we said goodbyes. We walked out of the hotel together and then waved as we went our separate ways.
“That was one of the best days of my life.” I said when we reached my mom’s car.
Mom smiled and nodded and said, “It was.”
We had not gotten far down the street when my phone started playing Ireland’s Call. I looked at the number but didn’t recognize it; Mom didn’t either so I just let them leave a message.
When I typed in my password the lady told me I had one new message so I waited for it to play. I must have jumped clear to the ceiling when I heard a thick, Irish accent blaring through the speakers.
 
Ok, this might be my last update for a while so it'll probably be a long one.


“Oh, my goodness, Mom!” I screamed at her.
She almost lost control of the car but then I told her who it was and what they wanted.
“Damian wants us to go to their next concert free of charge?!” she asked, her voice almost as high pitched as mine.
My smile was almost splitting my face when I nodded. I burst into a fit of giggles and shook so hard I was glad I had my seatbelt on.
“Well, we’d better find out where it is.”
“It’s in Buffalo.” I grabbed my blackberry and checked the date and time. We were free! I marked it on my calendar and just sat in my seat wiggling with joy.
“So, when is it?” Mom asked.
I gave her a “Ryan” look (that’s what I call an evil stare) and replied, “Tonight.”


My mom had a lot of contacts which made getting to Buffalo by 7:00 that night easy. She was a student pilot at the local airport so we called her flight instructor and we were there 3 hours ahead of time.
I got a call around 5 “Hello?”
“Hey! This is George calling because Damian was too shy.”
I heard in the background someone say, “I am not!”
George laughed, “Anyway, we’d like some company before the show and we thought that you’d be the best candidates.”
I ran my hand through my hair, “Yeah,” I replied, my voice shaking with excitement, “Yeah, we’ll do that.”
My mom looked at me puzzled and I mouthed the words “I’ll tell you in a sec.”
“So, where are you staying?” George asked.
“Not very fancy, just a Holiday Inn.” I told him.
“Which one?”
I gave him the address.
“Gosh! That’s the same one as us!” he exclaimed.
I jumped up, “Really?! What room?”
“213.”
“Oh, my goodness! We’re right next door!” I said just as I realized that my mom was sitting on her bed laughing her head off and when I asked her what was up she said that she could here George through the wall.
“Hey, why don’t you just ride with us?” George proposed.
Mom nodded, apparently because she had heard, “Sure. That would be great!”
“Ok, then. We’ll meet you in the lobby in 5 minutes.”
“Alright. Bye.”
“Bye.”
As soon as I hung up, I heard mumbling from on the other side of the wall and then a whoop.
“Obviously the guys are excited to see us again.” I told Mom.
She grinned, “I think I only heard one cheer though.”
I blushed and to cover it up I shoved her back on her bed and went to get ready.



The next one's to long so I'll make another post.
 
Oops! Double post! Oh, well. Here is another part.


“So, you like us this much?” Paul asked when we were all in the lobby.
My mom and I both said in sync “Absolutely!”
“Well, we certainly like you.” Said Ryan.
George punched him in the arm, “Hey, that was supposed to be Damian’s line.”
Damian blushed.
Zara linked arms with my mom and me and started pushing us through toward the door. “We should go.”
Damian wasn’t gonna argue with that and neither was I.
One the way over we had a lot of fun talking and laughing. We had really become good friends and it amazed me we could in such a short time.
When we got to the theatre, we were shown to our seats which we reserved and then went backstage to eat.
“What kind of pizza?” Zara asked, covering the receiver with her hand.
Every single person there said they didn’t care. Zara laughed and pointed to me. I randomly pointed to Damian who pointed at Paul who pointed to Zara who laughed and ordered 2 large cheese pizzas.
“So, tell us more about yourselves.” Ryan said when we were all sitting down and eating.
I looked at mom. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Well, not much that we haven’t told already. Um, we live with my parents and we both love music, and well, that pretty much sums it up.”
I nodded.
Damian laughed, “There’s got to be something other than that. I mean there’s more to life than music.”
I burst into fit of giggles and was joined by everyone else. “Hey, you’re one to talk.”
Damian put up his hands in mock surrender, “Ok you got me.”
“Lets all play a game.” Paul exclaimed.
No one complained so we delegated the game picking to Mom and Zara.
They talked for a few seconds then turned to the rest of us laughing. “Ok, we’ve thought of a good one.”
They told us that the game had no name. The rules were, one person thought of a word and they said it aloud, and then the person to their left said the first word that came to their mind. You had to move quickly and give your answer fast. We all were laughing by the time the finished the example and couldn’t wait to start the game.
Zara started. “Dog.”
Mom. “Puppy.”
Me. “Love.”
We were all belly laughing and Damian could hardly croak out, “Me!”
Paul. “Self-Obsessed”
Ryan. “You!”
George. “Women!”
Keith. “Ryan!”
No one could keep going because of the laughing.
Just then Sharon came in and gave us a stern look, but it melted away in a wide grin when we told her what we were doing.
“You really fit in nicely with us, Eliza.” Sharon said smiling at me.
“I know Damian agrees with you.” Keith said.
Damian blushed but didn’t argue.
Sharon announced it was time for the show. So we said a temporary goodbye and went to find out seats.
 
Alambil-Lady-of-Peace said:
“Well, we certainly like you.” Said Ryan.
George punched him in the arm, “Hey, that was supposed to be Damian’s line.”
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HAHAHAH!!! Love it!

Alambil-Lady-of-Peace said:
Zara started. “Dog.”
Mom. “Puppy.”
Me. “Love.”
We were all belly laughing and Damian could hardly croak out, “Me!”
Paul. “Self-Obsessed”
Ryan. “You!”
George. “Women!”
Keith. “Ryan!”
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OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!!!! I love this! I'm laughing so much!

Keep up the good work!
 
Okey Dokey, everybody. I'm back and here is the next update.


The concert was awesome as it was the night before. The only difference was that it wasn’t my imagination that I caught the guys’ eye. More than once I was winked at. And I’m positive that during Damian’s last song, the huge smile was pointed right at me.
Damian, Keith and George had M&Gs that night so we were backstage with Paul and Ryan.
“So, I heard that your girlfriend’s over from Ireland.” I heard a high-pitched voice say.
Damian’s came over strong and sure, “Yes, she is.”
I didn’t approve of his lying, but I knew that he meant me and it made my stomach do summersaults.
“Can we meet her?”
I jumped. Oh, boy, another night of sneaking out the back door.
Damian opened the backstage door just then and rolled his eyes at me while holding out his hand.
I returned the look and took his hand, allowing him to lead me out to the group of fans.
More questions came fast then. But one stuck out, “If she is your girlfriend, then do you ever kiss?”
I froze. Damian was gonna have a hard time answering that one.
But I was wrong again. Before I could think he’d turned my head towards his and had laid a gentle kiss on my lips.
It didn’t last long, but still.
Not a noise came from the crowd.
Damian turned to the asker, “Does that answer your question?”
I was not surprised to see the same blonde girl who had asked the question in Boston. She shook her head bitterly and walked away swiftly. It seemed that she was determined to find a flaw in Damian’s story.
The M&Gs were over too soon for my liking. I know it wasn’t true but I did like being introduced as ‘Damian’s girlfriend’. The other guys seemed to like it too but in a different way.
“So, Damian. You look like your having way too much fun doing M&Gs then a guy ought to.” Paul said, as he and Ryan came over after the fans had finally stopped going.
Damian punched him in the arm and beckoned for me to follow him to another side of the room. I did, but couldn’t help notice Paul and Ryan casting small glances our way now and then.
“I’m so sorry if I embarrassed the heck out of you!” he told me once we were out of earshot.
I waved my hand to tell him it didn’t matter, “That’s ok. It was kinda necessary.”
He smiled at my quick dismissal, “So, it didn’t bother you?”
I blushed, “Well, that’s never happened before, so yeah it surprised me but I’m not mad.”
He relaxed, “That’s good.” He leaned against the wall and sighed, “I was so scared that you’d never speak to me again.”
I laughed. “Nonsense! I wouldn’t do that!”
Damian looked at me seriously. “Would you?”
I was puzzled, “Would I what?”
“Would you ever ignore me if I offended you too badly?”
“Well, it would probably depend on what it was you did.”
He looked at me seriously, “What if I told you that I really did have a girlfriend?”
My heart sank only a little bit. I’d heard of his girlfriend on the internet. I think her name was Karen or something. “So? I already knew that.”
Damian looked at me puzzled, “You did? I mean, it doesn’t bother you?”
I sighed trying to think of how to word my next statement. “Umm, let’s see. I really like you, but I already knew that I wasn’t your girlfriend and that this was only an act so let’s just say that I was prepared.”
He looked extremely relieved. “I’m really glad you didn’t run away crying or something. That would’ve ruined the whole trip for me.”
Something about that touched me. Even if I wasn’t really Damian’s girlfriend, having him as a friend was good enough for me.


Excuse the boldness, but the plot called for it. ;)
 
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