greeted Colin and Liam as they
walked through the sliding glass doors of the terminal. Twenty or so excited
teenagers suddenly surrounded them. Colin smiled and shook his head in
wonder. No matter how secret they kept their departure date, some fans always
managed somehow to discover it.
Amanda watched as Colin talked, joked, and laughed
with the teens. He sighed autographs, accepted kisses from the female fans and
seemed to be right in his element. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t appear too
comfortable yet.
Steve, Mace and Jake with Jazz Conrad in tow, bore
down on Colin and Liam as the blissful teens dispersed. Steve looked anything
but happy. Colin was always giving him gray hairs with his impulsive behavior.
“Colin, one of these day…” He warned, lifting his
eyebrows.
“Steve, they’re just a bunch of teenagers!” Colin
complained. “They didn’t cause any harm.”
“I’m not worried about that but I am worried you’re
going to get accidentally trampled the next time you decide to jump into the
middle of a bunch of stampeding kids!”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Steve,”
Jazz spoke up, “from what I’ve seen, Colin’s able to handle the fans real
well.” Jazz was in his late thirties, average height with shoulder length
reddish hair, showing some gray and worn in a ponytail. He had a warm smile
and mischievous brown eyes that twinkled behind wire-rimmed glasses.
Colin turned to his mother and to his father who had
just joined them. “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Jazz Conrad who’s the editor
of Rock Hard magazine. Jazz, these are my parents, Peter and Amanda Matthews.”
“I’m glad to meet you. Colin’s spoken of you so
often,” Amanda said, nodding.
“It’s nice meeting you. I enjoy reading your
magazine,” Peter said.
“I wish everybody up in Sacramento could think like
you and stop trying to play the censorship game.”
“Unfortunately, Jazz, there’s always going to be those
few who feel they have to impose their ideas on the rest of us,” Peter
remarked.
Steve cleared his throat. “I hate to be rude, people,
but we do need to get into the air.”
“Are you sure that plane is safe?” Amanda fretted.
“I mean you just never know about these chartered planes.”
“Mom, this jet belongs to the Hellraisers. The lead
singer won’t even get into the same car with Joe Elliot because he’s convinced
Def Leppard’s cursed so you know he won’t skimp on his jet’s maintenance,”
Colin joked, trying to reassure her.
“Well, I have two sons flying on it so I think I’m
entitled to worry just a little!”
“Some, yes, but not so much that you can’t enjoy your
vacation, okay?” Colin replied, giving her a hug.
“I promise,” She agreed.
“Great!” He gave Peter a hug. “I’ll see you later
then.”
Liam gave both his parents a hug and then hurried
after the rest of the band. Once they were in the air, Colin stretched out in
his seat and closed his eyes. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but suddenly
Steve was shaking his shoulder and telling him they were preparing to land in
Atlanta.
“That was fast!” Colin yawned and stretched, getting
all the kinks out of his 6’2 frame.
They arrived at their hotel, the Omni at CNN Center on
Peachtree Street, and checked in. When Colin got to his room, he fell face
first onto the bed and closed his eyes. His stomach growled loudly. “Hell!”
He muttered, opening his eyes. He figured he’d better eat lunch since he’d
skipped breakfast. He got up and opened the sliding glass door to his balcony.
It was much warmer than San Francisco had been so he decided to change his
shirt before he did anything else. He opened his suitcase, dug around and
found his Hard Rock Café San FranciscoT-shirt and pulled it over his
head. There was a knock on his door and he opened it to find Steve. A large
individual who looked to be
walked through the sliding glass doors of the terminal. Twenty or so excited
teenagers suddenly surrounded them. Colin smiled and shook his head in
wonder. No matter how secret they kept their departure date, some fans always
managed somehow to discover it.
Amanda watched as Colin talked, joked, and laughed
with the teens. He sighed autographs, accepted kisses from the female fans and
seemed to be right in his element. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t appear too
comfortable yet.
Steve, Mace and Jake with Jazz Conrad in tow, bore
down on Colin and Liam as the blissful teens dispersed. Steve looked anything
but happy. Colin was always giving him gray hairs with his impulsive behavior.
“Colin, one of these day…” He warned, lifting his
eyebrows.
“Steve, they’re just a bunch of teenagers!” Colin
complained. “They didn’t cause any harm.”
“I’m not worried about that but I am worried you’re
going to get accidentally trampled the next time you decide to jump into the
middle of a bunch of stampeding kids!”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Steve,”
Jazz spoke up, “from what I’ve seen, Colin’s able to handle the fans real
well.” Jazz was in his late thirties, average height with shoulder length
reddish hair, showing some gray and worn in a ponytail. He had a warm smile
and mischievous brown eyes that twinkled behind wire-rimmed glasses.
Colin turned to his mother and to his father who had
just joined them. “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Jazz Conrad who’s the editor
of Rock Hard magazine. Jazz, these are my parents, Peter and Amanda Matthews.”
“I’m glad to meet you. Colin’s spoken of you so
often,” Amanda said, nodding.
“It’s nice meeting you. I enjoy reading your
magazine,” Peter said.
“I wish everybody up in Sacramento could think like
you and stop trying to play the censorship game.”
“Unfortunately, Jazz, there’s always going to be those
few who feel they have to impose their ideas on the rest of us,” Peter
remarked.
Steve cleared his throat. “I hate to be rude, people,
but we do need to get into the air.”
“Are you sure that plane is safe?” Amanda fretted.
“I mean you just never know about these chartered planes.”
“Mom, this jet belongs to the Hellraisers. The lead
singer won’t even get into the same car with Joe Elliot because he’s convinced
Def Leppard’s cursed so you know he won’t skimp on his jet’s maintenance,”
Colin joked, trying to reassure her.
“Well, I have two sons flying on it so I think I’m
entitled to worry just a little!”
“Some, yes, but not so much that you can’t enjoy your
vacation, okay?” Colin replied, giving her a hug.
“I promise,” She agreed.
“Great!” He gave Peter a hug. “I’ll see you later
then.”
Liam gave both his parents a hug and then hurried
after the rest of the band. Once they were in the air, Colin stretched out in
his seat and closed his eyes. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but suddenly
Steve was shaking his shoulder and telling him they were preparing to land in
Atlanta.
“That was fast!” Colin yawned and stretched, getting
all the kinks out of his 6’2 frame.
They arrived at their hotel, the Omni at CNN Center on
Peachtree Street, and checked in. When Colin got to his room, he fell face
first onto the bed and closed his eyes. His stomach growled loudly. “Hell!”
He muttered, opening his eyes. He figured he’d better eat lunch since he’d
skipped breakfast. He got up and opened the sliding glass door to his balcony.
It was much warmer than San Francisco had been so he decided to change his
shirt before he did anything else. He opened his suitcase, dug around and
found his Hard Rock Café San FranciscoT-shirt and pulled it over his
head. There was a knock on his door and he opened it to find Steve. A large
individual who looked to be
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