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the same time. They wanted to be sure everything was perfect.
"There must be music big shots in the audience tonight," Sam speculated. "All
those honchos vacation around here. I'm sure they wouldn't miss their god,
Graham Perry. Maybe one of them will pick up on the Flirts." "That would be
great," Carrie agreed. "When they're big stars we can say we knew them when they
were just a local band." "Yeah, and we'll have standing invitations backstage.
We'll go everywhere they go. Our pictures will be in People. We'll be famous,
too," Sam said excitedly.
"Sam, we don't even know them very well," Carrie pointed out.
"Well, we'll just have to work on getting to know them better, won't we?" Sam
said confidently. That was one of the things Carrie admired about her friend. To
Sam everything seemed simple. If you wanted something, you went after it.
Simple.
Sam and Carrie knew Billy and Pres from around the isIand, though they'd met
them only recently. Still, Pres had most definitely flirted back with Sam the
last time they met. And Carrie knew Billy liked her. He'd even lent her the
camera she was using that night, his new Canon EOS-. She was sure he wouldn't
have done that for just anyone. What she didn't know was whether he liked her as
a friend or if the attraction went deeper.
There was one thing Carrie did know: Billy Sampson turned her on. She'd felt it
the minute they'd met in front of Wheels, the bike and moped rental shop.
Partly, it was his looks. He was tall, with long, sun-streaked, sandy blond
hair, which he wore tied back in a ponytail, and big, soulful brown eyes. One
ear was pierced with a small silver crescent-moon earring.
It was his looks that attracted her, but there was something else, too. Carrie
had felt an immediate connection to Billy. It was hard to explain. It was
definitely what people meant by "chemistry." As if he felt her watching him,
Billy turned and looked toward Carrie. For a moment their eyes locked, and it
was like a touch. A touch that sent an electrifying tingle through Carrie's
entire body.
Then the moment was gone.
Billy smiled and waved. Carrie waved back. Did he feel that? Carrie wondered. Or
is it just me? The connection seemed so real to her. He had to feel it, too.
At that moment a stunning blond girl in a red leather mini and matching
short-cropped jacket joined Carrie and Sam, Sam stepped back and appraised the
outfit. "All right! Princess Grace breaks out the red leather for the big
night!" she cheered. "Way to go, Emma!" . ". Emma Cresswell blushed. "I figured
if I'm ever going to wear this outfit again, tonight's the night. And stop
calling me Princess Grace." "Why? She was beautiful, and you look just like her.
Did you ever see that Hitchcock movie, Rear Window? Grace Kelly had such
gorgeous clothes in that. It's, like, this ancient movie, but her clothes would
be in style today. Weird." Sam's large blue eyes narrowed in thought for a
moment. "I don't think Grace would have worn red leather, though." "Good," said
Emma, lifting her delicate chin defiantly. "I don't want to look like Grace
Kelly. I'm dumping the designer royalty look forever. From now on I'm burning."
"You're supposed to say burrmin' with kind of a sexy growl, not burning as in
'Jeeves, I believe the chateau is burning down,'" Sam corrected her friend.
Emma's blue eyes went wide. "How did you know our butler's name is Jeeves? I
don't remember telling you guys that." "I was kidding," replied Sam. "Jeeves is
the name of the butler in practically every old movie." "Are you joking?" Carrie