5 Chapter 5: FANDOM: NOAH

"Noah! Noah! Noah!" the rhythmic chanting of the crowd fueled adrenaline through my blood and made my heart pump rapidly. Peering out at the fans who had gathered on the sidewalk, I took a moment to collect myself before I stepped out of the limousine and came face to face with my Aussie followers.

"Over here! Noah, look here," several groups called out at once as they vied for my attention. Many held up their cell phones and took pictures and selfies to keep for posterity while others waved banners, proclaiming 'We love you, NOAH'. One looked like it had been made from a black satin king sized bed sheet.

Another banner said, 'B MY BABY DADDY', on a makeshift cardboard notice which was so big it was being held by two sweet looking girls of about sixteen. Definitely not. Been there done that and carried the scars every day on how that worked out.

Not the underage girls you understand, the Baby Daddy part. Depression crept in with the thought and my heart ached for a second before I shook the feeling off and scanned the sea of faces. Girls stood on the sidewalk; five, maybe six bodies deep in the crush, and my chest tightened when I noticed how young some of them were.

Many were too young to be at one of my gigs alone. A lot looked fourteen or fifteen years old at most I figured, with skirts halfway up their asses. Most were displaying their small perky tits, maximized with push-up bras that I really didn't want to notice, but they had them out there on display anyway.

The one thing I despised was underage girls trying to be women by dressing provocatively to be noticed. It was an occupational hazard, and I often wondered where their parents were and if they even knew their daughters were out on the sidewalk like this instead of in school. The girls themselves probably didn't know the risks they took dressing that way, especially while hanging around a music venue with the shifty people concerts could sometimes attract.

Instead of lifting me with their adoration, I felt my mood sink, and I silently thanked God I didn't have a daughter. Don't get me wrong, I loved women, and during my career I'd had more than my fair share of groupies, but to my knowledge I'd always been careful to ensure they were legal.

I glanced to my manager, Steve, who wound his hand as his way of telling me to wrap things up and make a move inside. I drew him the stink eye and glanced at the crowd who had probably waited for hours in the rain just to catch a glimpse of me.

"Music is food for the soul," someone said, and that fact seemed to get lost in my world at times. There had always been so much bad shit and soulless people accompanying the work that I did. Not to mention that as well as the beautiful people who gathered for performances, I was surrounded by freaks of all shapes and sizes; a motley crew of people who didn't quite fit in anywhere else but, appeared to be accepted as perfectly normal in the world of live music.

Suddenly, in the sea of faces; some who were crying hysterically, some with ecstatic hopeful expressions. An attractive, curvy girl caught my eye and all concerns about my underage fans faded rapidly.

Standing in an assertive pose with her hands on her hips, she stood out. My eyes were drawn to her provocative appearance in a white dress that clung to her in such a way it appeared as if it were sprayed on. I couldn't see an inch of material that didn't connect with her and my dick instantly responded to the visually appealing sight she made.

Her long, rustic red hair framed her pretty face perfectly and when her bright blue come to bed eyes met mine, we locked them in a silent stare as I continued to move along the line of fans, my head turning further as I gazed behind me in my effort to keep the connection between us. Red was legal, aged in her early twenties, I figured.

I looked pointedly at Eamon then glanced toward her again all the while trying to appear interested in the group of fans who were waving CD cases and other shit for me to sign. Momentarily, I focused on the crowd, and when I glanced back I saw Eamon, my Irish bodyguard move in, stopping behind the girl who had caught my attention.

I gave him a sharp nod and with a practiced beaming smile and a quick wave to my fans, I turned sharply to head toward my manager.

Stepping inside to the concert hall lobby, I saw two men directly in front of me. One I knew; Larry, the promoter. The other I'd never seen before, but I instinctively knew he was the boss of the venue.

It was the same shit routine everywhere we went, so I plastered on my best 'official greeting smile' and shook hands with the guy while I sized him up as a self-important arrogant little shit. Within two minutes of talking to him I knew my assessment of him was correct. I must have counted twenty three 'I's' in his conversation in less than two minutes.

Eventually I cut his droning conversation dead by calling out for Annalise, my PA, to direct me to my dressing room. Excusing myself, I made my way over to her on the far side of the lobby, but Eamon caught my attention as he held the heavy glass door open to allow the curvy chick from the sidewalk to enter. I couldn't help the wry smile that formed on my lips.

Glancing up at her I almost burst out laughing at the way her eyes raked longingly over my body, and after a few seconds her eyes fixed on mine. She looked in awe when she saw me standing there in front of her.

An instant look of adoration softened her eyes as I moved closer while her face flushed with excitement. I recognized that look, had seen it many times before - she wanted me.

I watched her breathless, aroused reaction, as she gathered her thoughts. Whatever was going through her mind appeared to affect her from the way her eyes began to roam over my body again.

When she licked her dry lips like she'd wandered in from the desert, I could almost see a hum of anticipation radiating from her. Once again, her eyes darted nervously from my face to my lips before dropping to my groin then back again, where her eyes met mine.

I kept my stance impassive, my narrowed eyes trained on her and as if she thought I could read her mind, her face reddened when she realized how closely I'd been watching her. I'd read her body language perfectly; she had been saying come and get me out there. Luckily for her I'd been paying attention.

"Hey Eamon, what are you doing with such a beautiful woman?" I asked as I turned to address her. Smiling warmly, I leaned in, holding her by the elbow. I felt a shudder of pleasure run through her under my touch. "Honey, what the hell are you doing with this ugly little guy? A stunningly beautiful lady like you shouldn't be hanging with someone as dubious as him."

Up close, Red was even prettier, and when she smiled in response to my flirtatious comment my eyes fell to her luscious lip gloss. I wanted to kiss her the instant I did that, she had great lips.

"Jesus, dude, go find someone in your own league and leave this delicious female with someone who can handle her?" Eamon raised his eyebrow as if to say, "Seriously?" I knew it sounded corny, but I smirked knowingly because chicks lapped that shit up and I ignored him as I slipped what I hoped felt like a protective arm around her waist.

"Wouldn't you rather spend an hour in my company than his?" The way her large doe eyes lit up told me it was exactly what she had in mind. Nodding in the direction of the door leading to the auditorium, Annalise looked a little flustered, but took my cue and led the way to my dressing room.

"I'm taking this one with me... just to protect her from guys like him. You understand?" I said, jokingly.