Two Worlds

Johnny sighed heavily as he stood in line at the Charlie Vega concert with his little sister, looking around aimlessly. He'd rather be a thousand other places than here right now, but he had no choice. His mom had forced him to take his little sister. Charlie Vega was one of the most popular teen pop stars of today, and his little sister, Violet, was obsessed with the girl. He, on the other hand, could care less. He preferred rock and metal to pop. He played bass in a band with some of his friends from school, so Charlie was the furthest thing from his mind. Once they got inside, he stood in the crowd with his sister, keeping her hand in his so that he didn't lose her. She was only twelve, while he was seventeen. He really did care about her, although right now, he was feeling a little animosity for her dragging him here.

Charlie snuck around in the crowd that was waiting to see her perform. She always loved seeing how excited her fans seemed before a show. As she was walking back towards the backstage entrance someone tapped her shoulder and began talking to her. Someone had recognized her and thankfully the young girl wasn't annoying and screaming and flailing about it. "Do you want something signed," she asked.

Johnny looked down when Violet tugged on his hand. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so important. "What do you want, Vi?" he asked.

"My picture," Violet said. She'd given him a picture of Charlie she'd torn out of a magazine to hold in his pocket since she was wearing a dress and it didn't have pockets. Johnny reached into his pocket and took the picture out, handing it to her. His brows furrowed as he watched her turn to a blonde girl, handing her the paper. "This."

Charlie pulled the sharpie she carried with her out, smiling at the young girl as she signed the paper. "What's your name," she asked the young girl. The blonde definitely loved her fans and hated that in the magazines she got the reputation of being a bitch because of her going off on paparazzi and people who assumed she was a dumb blonde.

Violet grinned up at her. "I'm Violet," she chirped, looking down at the photo with Charlie's signature on it. She held it against her chest like it was the last picture she had of a loved one, unable to wipe the grin off her face. She was so excited and happy right now. She turned to Johnny. "Johnny, look!"

Johnny sighed and turned to look at the girl that his sister was talking to. "What?" he asked.

"It's her," Violet said. "Charlie."

Johnny raised an eyebrow. Maybe he couldn't tell because of the glasses that she was wearing, but he guessed she needed some kind of security. He wondered what she was doing out in the crowd, though. "That's awesome, Vi."

Charlie wrote a small message on the photo for Violet, smiling at the young girl. She looked at the person that Violet was with, quirking an eyebrow when she saw he definitely didn't belong in the crowd. He stuck out like a sore thumb big time. The blonde glanced around, making sure no one noticed she was there before she handed Violet two backstage passes. "After the show ask security to take you backstage. If you show them these they'll help you."

Violet's eyes widened and she gasped, her jaw to the floor. "Oh my god!" She squeaked, quickly covering her mouth. "Thank you so much!"

"Sh, Vi, calm down," Johnny said. "You're gonna draw attention." He took the passes and the picture from her, slipping them in his pocket before looking at the older girl. "Thanks."

Charlie gave the boy a bit of a half assed smile, assuming he was going to bitch and moan the entire time was here with his little sister. "Do you have seats or pit tickets," she asked. If they had seats those passes also would hook them up with access to the pit.

"We have pit tickets," Johnny answered.

Violet nodded her head. "I had to mow the lawn all summer to save enough money," she said.

Charlie grinned at Violet. "What's your favorite song," she asked. "It doesn't even have to be one of mine." She already adored the pre-teen so much and she had just barely met her. Violet honestly reminded her so much of her half-sister Gia. Of course Charlie was only a few years older than Violet and Gia herself. The blonde was only seventeen and she had just barely had her birthday so she was still technically stuck with the tv show she was on until then.

"My favorite song right now is Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift," Violet said before her eyes widened. "Do you know her?" Violet was absolutely in love with Charlie but if she had to pick another singer she liked too, it would be Taylor Swift.

Johnny sighed softly, rubbing his face. His mom so owed him.

Charlie nodded. She looked around and leaned in closer to the young girl. "Can you keep a secret," she asked. The blonde was actually doing a few songs with Taylor Swift and no one was allowed to know about it at all. When Violet nodded she made her pinky promise before she would say anything. "I'm actually going to be doing a few songs with Taylor for my new album."

"That's so cool!" Violet chirped. She was even more excited now than she had been before, and she felt like her dreams had come true. She looked at her brother, frowning when she saw how detached he looked. She shook her head and looked back at Charlie. "You're so amazing."

Charlie looked at Violet's brother and glared at him. "I get that my music isn't your personal taste but it makes your sister happy," she snapped. "The least you can do is encourage her to like whatever music she wants and pretend you like it." That's what the blonde did with her own family and she knew they had done the same thing for her growing up. "I'll see you after the show," Charlie promised Violet. She gave the girl a quick hug before she walked backstage to finish getting ready.

Johnny frowned, shaking his head. Who did she think she was talking to him like that?

Charlie finished getting ready, wearing some fun bright purple lipstick and winged eyeliner for make up. Her hair was done put up into two pigtail buns and she was dressed in a purple romper that was the exact same color as her lipstick. She was wearing a pair of white pumps, beyond nervous and excited to perform.

Johnny looked down at Violet and sighed softly. He did appreciate the fact that she liked her own kind of music and that she embraced it, even if he didn't like it. He just really didn't want to be here, surrounded by a bunch of crazy pre-teens and their fathers. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable because you couldn't trust anyone nowadays. Any one of these people could be a crazy person. They could take his sister.

Charlie watched the opening band start to play, grinning as she did. She honestly enjoyed the music of every band she worked with. They honestly had such an amazing work ethic in a genre of music she noticed many people didn't after they got famous.

Johnny held Violet close, watching the band on stage. They weren't awful, but it just wasn't his cup of tea. Although, it did make him jealous that they had the fame that he and his band really wanted. Well, it wasn't just the fame. It was about preforming the music that they made for people to enjoy.