Rory vs. Rockstar

He just wanted to sit in a room with his guitar and write some songs. If I owned this house, I would instantly make a studio in here. The natural reverb in this place would be worth any hassle.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of thunder outside. Everyone else in the room looked out the windows too. Does it ever stop raining here? It doesn’t rain this much even in London.

Thunderous sounds from the sky were followed by the sounds of running feet. Lizzy and Mickey came rushing inside, half drenched. A fierce wind banged the door behind them and even Mickey’s chauffeur came in to take refuge.

“There’s a storm coming, I think.”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Lizzy said, straightening her wet hair with her hands. The next lightning strike was really loud. A strong downpour was unleashing itself on Montcove.

“Is that, like, a hurricane or something?” Mickey said nervously. Arsen chuckled at the city boy and his ignorance.

“Can we get out of here fast?” Don asked the chauffeur.

“We could try, sir, but the roads must be full of water. They were already slippery when I was sitting out in the drizzle, and with sports cars, we run the risk of another accident.”

“No more accidents. No, we are not taking that risk,” Don said.

The rain came accompanied by fierce winds that made the doors and the windows thrash wildly. It also got darker. Though he was inside and dry, Arsen already felt the temperature drop and a cold wind nagging at him. I’ve spent too much time in sunny LA.

“Everybody calm down. It's just a storm, not a hurricane.” Rory stood up and addressed everyone, aiming the last part of her comment at Mickey. “Lizzy, go shut the doors and the windows,” she commanded.

“This will pass in no time at all. Just stay put till then,” she said with a pained expression on her face. Her eyes met Arsen’s and he had a feeling that she wasn’t too happy about still having them all in her house. Have we become that despicable that normal people can’t stand us anymore? The thought saddened him. As he looked around at his bandmates, he realized that they had indeed gone completely out of control.

8

Rory looked around at the mess in her outer living room and she wasn’t pleased. As if one self-entitled celebrity wasn’t enough, she now had to deal with a whole room of them. While the old man, who was their manager, had been humble and kind, the rest were typical spoiled brats. Especially the blond one, Mickey, who Lizzy seemed to be extra gaga over.

Not only did he have a very punchable face and those ridiculous clothes, but he was also full of himself. While sitting there listening to them panic about a little storm, Rory wondered what made a man dress like that.

“No smoking here!” she exclaimed as she saw Mickey light up a cigarette.

“What? What the… Why?” he whined.

“Relax, Mickey. We’ll be out of here in no time and then you can smoke all you want.” Don shushed him and then smiled apologetically at Rory.

“It's looking pretty bad out there.” Lizzy, who had stayed perched by the window, had seemingly transformed herself from chef to weather girl. When they had storms, either they lasted all of two minutes or they would go on for half a day. This one looked more like the latter.

Lizzy was jumpy like a little dog, staring at everyone in the room constantly. Rory could tell that she was having the time of her life, surrounded by celebs she loved. Insurrection, what kind of stupid name is that? she wondered.

The

room was deathly silent and the only sound was that of Mickey pacing around impatiently and mumbling something or other to himself. Arsen sat with his body sagging on the couch, not bothering to interact with anyone. Rory wondered how he didn’t show any pain on his face since his ankle was badly injured. I would’ve been crying and moaning like crazy.

“Nice place you got here.” Don was trying to make polite conversation and as much as Rory wasn’t in the mood for it, she offered him a polite smile. Just when she was about to speak up to reply, there was a loud crack of lightning. With that, all the lights in the house went out.

The pitch darkness and the loud thunderstorm had taken everyone by shock.

“Oh my God. That was scary!” Lizzy was the first one to speak as she slid up to Mickey, sneakily putting her hand in his.

“What the hell was that and why is it so damn dark?” Mickey was annoyed.

“The power’s out,” Don said, as he turned on the flashlight on his cell phone. As much as Rory wanted them gone, she knew that sitting in the outer living room with those big glass windows around wasn’t going to make anyone comfortable. She had to invite them in.

“There is a drawing room in there. A smaller one, but it won’t be as loud there. Perhaps we should go in,” she said.

“Good idea.” Don stood up. ”Lead the way.”

Rory told Lizzy to take them in and went to the kitchen to get a bunch of candles. The inner drawing room was smaller, but much cozier. Her grandmother used it to entertain her close friends, while the outer one was for anyone who’d visit her, and owing to her social status on the island, a lot of people did.