down the allyway

Clay quickly changed his clothes optioning for a cover disguise though he doubted it would help. There were going to be fans everywhere and there really wasn’t going to be anyway around them.

“Why didn’t I just go to the party with my friends?” he asked himself. Because in his heart he hoped that he might just catch a glimpse of that mysterious girl again. Grabbing his coat he took off being careful to be quite as he slipped out the back door he didn’t want to be seen just incase there were any people lingering about. He heard the soft click of the door closing behind him and knew there was no going back.

“This was a great idea,” he muttered to himself.

He looked both directions down the back ally he looked left and then right trying to decide which route was the best to take. ‘Either way’ he thought, ‘I’m still going to get chased by fans.’

Slowly he turned to his right making his way silently down the ally. Each step bringing him closer to what may be an ambush though he didn’t stop praying to god that maybe this route may grant him some reprieve; that he may get to just take that peaceful walk. That there would be no running from crazed fans.

“Hey I can hope right?” he said aloud to no one.

As he neared closer to the end of the ally on to a sidewalk he began regretting his decision. He could always turn around right? ‘I am not a coward,’ he whispered taking the last step and placing his left foot upon the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath of the cool night air Clay stared into the night. It was beautiful the city was so alive it stole the breath from his lungs that he had just inhaled. He marveled at the site momentarily forgetting everything around him.

“OH MY GOD ITS CLAY AIKEN,”a voice screamed startling clay. He turned to the sound of the voice now only one of many crazed fans running in his direction. They were fast advancing on him clay looked around for some escape he could run in the opposite direction or head back down the ally. But there was no guarantee that he would get away from these fans. Suddenly a motorcycle stopped just inches away from him. It looked like a Harley Davidson but not knowing much about bikes clay wasn’t sure.

“Give me your hand and get on.” The rider said.

Clay looked at the rider wondering if he was trustworthy then to his on coming fans. He could go on the bike and get his way or take his chance with the fans.