07-26-2010, 06:18 AM
With a gentle smile James nodded at there introductions. "It is nice to meet you all, I'll be sure to keep that in mind Samara." he said as he turned to get Samara her virgin strawberry margarita. Slowly he was starting to tense up. It was hard for James to ignore the pouting fangirls with their whines and questions. Being raised as a gentleman made him struggle to ignore them. So before he went nuts he contemplated up a plan to have a normal conversation with the girls. The other band members would like them, they didn't scream or ask many questions. An apologetic smile came to his face. "I'm sorry for the chaos, it takes time to get use to large amounts of attention like this."
As the margarita was up James pulled out a pen from his pocket picking up the glass so he could get to the napkin he acted as though he was signing it. When really he wrote a message to the girls to meet him in the band in the room behind the stage. It was signed by him so they just had to show it to the workers to get it. Finishing it off he put the glass back over it and slid the drink over to Samara. "I guess I need to take care of my fans." He gave them a nod and a smile before parting with four water bottles in his hands.
It was awhile before James could get in the back room after answering the girls questions and autographing things. The room wasn't that big, had a few couches, a mini fridge with counters and a tv. The whole band was in the room to avoid the girls outside. All he wanted was a sane conversation and he just had to leave one. Became way too much after awhile. James ears were ringing as he handed out the water and found refuge on the couch. Now in the privacy in the small room James unbuttoned his shirt all the way. Unwilling to do that around all the girls. The drummer went in an mocked James, "Don't you like the screaming girls pretty boy?" With a glare James looked at the drummer like he was on drugs.
But James' eyes lingered on the door hoping the girls would come. They seemed nice and sociable enough. Not like they could make Samara anymore nervous then squealing girls and all that attention.
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