"Only Friends" A Celtic Thunder FF

NarnianPrincess said:
okay... thanks for the heads up... we will TRY to be patience... ;)
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Thanks! :p

Just to let all of my readers know, I will be starting a new story soon. It will be another fanfic just not CT. It will be under the name "The 6th Strand" A Rowan Hood FF. So, stay tuned. It will be coming out either tomorrow or within the next three or four days. :)
 
Yes. Its going to take place about have way through Rowan Hood Returns. I have not yet heard who the sixth person is yet and well I decided to put me in. And since its a fan fiction it can take place anytime. :)
 
I never actually did finish the last book cuz we were listening to the book on tapes as a family and they kept having to go back to the library :p
 
Ok, not a long one but it's something

“There!” Zara said as she applied the finishing touch to my eyes.
I sighed. I wasn’t used to wearing make-up or being so fussed over. I was turned away from the mirror and Zara was looking at me with a weird smile on her face. “You look beautiful.”
I grimaced. Being under that spotlight and being complemented so much was not something I enjoyed.
She turned my chair around slowly and as I looked into the mirror I heard a beep that came from my chair. I looked down quickly, glad to avoid my reflection.
Zara said something under her breath that I couldn’t hear.
“Huh?” I asked her.
She shook her head, “It’s the alarm. It goes off two minutes before the next song and you’re next!”
My head shot up from looking at my lap and my heart started going 90 miles a minute.
Zara must have noticed my discomfort for she put her arm around me and squeezed. “You’ll be fine!”
I could almost guess what was coming next.
“I remember my first time on stage-”
I let out a smirk or something that sounded more like I was getting ready to cry or laugh or something.
Zara squeezed harder and said, “You probably knew I was gonna say that, didn’t you?”
I nodded. “It’s a classic.”
Zara giggled, which made me feel a bit better.
Just then Damian hurried off stage from finishing “Breaking up is hard to do” and shed his jacket as if it were poisonous.
I grinned, “Don’t like the clothes?” I asked giggling.
He looked back at me with a sarcastic look on his face, “Are you kidding?” he said, “Heck no!”
I grinned bigger.
Just then I heard music. My heart almost stopped and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. I started breathing faster and my throat got big.
Damian got this worried look on his face and came over to me, putting his long arm around my shoulders. “Something wrong?”
Zara touched his arm, “She’s just nervous.” Pulling him to away she whispered something in his ear and he grinned.
I looked at Zara questioningly. She nodded. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes but when I did I felt something brush my lips and opened my eyes to realize Damian had just kissed me.
My eyes widened and I asked hesitantly, “What was that for?”
He grinned, “Don’t you know it’s good luck to kiss an Irishman.”
I burst out laughing but was then grabbed around the arm by Zara. “You have to go.”
I took a deep breath and took the flute she handed me. “Right, I knew that.” I looked towards the awaiting curtain. “Wish me luck.”
Damian and Zara both said, “Good luck” in unison.
I heard the part before my entry come up in the song and walked towards my entry point chanting to myself, “I can do this.”
 
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