9 comments/ 24022 views/ 21 favorites Anywhere: A Night with Amy Lee By: TheSexyGeek **** Author's Note: This story is, obviously, fictional. Despite this, I've gone to great lengths to believably portray the subject matter and, in particular, Amy Lee. People who are as big a fan of Amy Lee as I am will no doubt recognize tons of inside jokes, quotes, and info from here. There are also some lyrics that, of course, I don't own. They are the property of the amazing Amy Lee and her band. This story is, at its heart, a bit of a romance (though between who remains to be seen), and there's a hidden celebrity cameo of sorts in there somewhere, too. (A cookie to whoever finds it.) As with many of my stories, the characters come first and the sex a bit later. This is the first of three parts: an epic yet introspective story about a girl and a band who produce epic yet introspective music. Rock on, Amy, we love you. **** The drive had been exhausting. It had taken nearly eight hours – not to mention a two hour sightseeing stopover and a few bathroom breaks – but I finally saw the welcoming sign of the "Country Inn" in the plaza just across the street. I hurriedly pulled into parking lot. I felt at least half a dozen bones crack as I emerged from the confines of my sedan. My buddy Adam laughed as he got out. "Any more cracks and you'll break in half," he said. "Laugh it up, Junior," I told him. "At least I'm old enough to drink legally." In truth there was only five years separating us, but we often liked to joke around and exaggerate the difference. We were co-workers turned good friends, turned traveling companions on a journey to see one of our favorite rocks bands: Evanescence. I wasn't a big concert fan. I had only been to a few. Metal concerts were my least favorite despite how much I enjoyed the music, simply because of the rowdiness and mosh pits and lunacy that seems to dominate the scene. Nevertheless, Amy Lee was the one person I would endure all of that insanity to see live. Like so many people, I was moved on a deeply personal level by her music – the lyrics, the melodies, the sultry sound of her amazing voice. I never thought of myself as a fan boy, but I definitely had a major crush on Amy Lee. Me and about two billion other guys. The chill in the air vanished as soon as we stepped into the lobby. The narrow entrance gave way to a sprawling lounge area. The floors, beams, and A-frame ceiling were all wood – mahogany, by the looks of it. A crackling fire filled the room with warmth, and the atmospheric décor gave the place a homey touch. Several candles lined the room, with each distinctive fragrance blending together to create a soothing, pleasing aroma. I passed by the comfortable looking sofas and chairs that dominated the lounge area and approached the front desk. A striking girl with gorgeous blond hair that tumbled playfully around her shoulders stood behind the desk. She wore little makeup, but had such astonishing natural beauty that she didn't require any. I broke my stride upon seeing her, a fact that wasn't lost on Adam. I heard him snickering as I got underway again. We got to the desk and the girl – Ashley, according to her name badge – looked up and greeting us with a warm smile. Her eyes were brown, but in the changing light they seemed to shift to auburn and then again to amber. "Welcome," she said with a smile. "How can I help you?" I handed her the slip I had printed off of the internet when I booked the room. She looked it over. "Just one night, then?" she asked. I nodded. "We're just here for the Evanescence concert." The girl's eyes widened. "I'm so jealous," she said with a bittersweet smile. "You're a fan too?" Adam asked. "The biggest," she said. "I tried so hard to get tonight off, but you see how well that turned out." Ashley turned her attention to the computer. After a few moments, she had our key cards ready. "You're in room 203, right at the top of the stairs," she said as she pointed us in the right direction. "I'm sure you know how to call for room service and all that." "Yeah, I think so," I said. She graced me with another gorgeous smile before returning to her duties. Adam and I headed up the large staircase to the side of the lobby and headed for our room. *** "I think she digs you," Adam said as he hefted his suitcase onto his bed. I laughed. "You say that about any girl that ever talks to me for more than two seconds." "That's because a girl talking to you for more than two seconds is a rarity. I figure they must like you if they stick around that long." I threw a pillow at Adam's head. It found its mark. "Your violence only reinforces the truth," he said. "You should go talk to her." "Dude, we're in a hotel halfway across the state," I complained, sitting down on the two-seater couch in the lounge part of the room. "Why should I go flirt with someone who works here?" "Because you need to get laid," Adam quipped. "You've been pissy ever since you and Br..." He trailed off just short of saying her name, and though I resented him for bringing my attention it, I did appreciate that he realized his folly. "Well in case you've forgotten, we're going to a concert tonight," I said. "It's not like I can take her out for dinner." "So we'll stay an extra day. I got nothing going on." I laughed. "You're insane." I rose and quickly headed for the door. "Where you going?" "To get a Coke." "You'll talk to her. You know you will!" I let the door slam behind me, cutting off his voice. The signs pointed down a narrow hallway to the left of our door. I followed it around several turns until I finally got to the vending area. It seemed ridiculously out of the way, but the prices were halfway decent. I got a soda and headed back for the room. The door to our room was on the second floor, overlooking the spacious lobby. The balcony was one of several; each of the six floors had its own. It was obvious we were visiting during the off-season, since we got such a great room at an inexpensive price. I figured not too many out of town folk would be driving across the state in the middle of November to see Evanescence. I glanced down and saw Ashley sitting in one of the luxurious arm chairs in the lobby, her face buried deep in a book. Her slender legs stretched out in front of her, emerging from her modest blue and white plaid skirt. Her blond hair fell loosely around her face. Damn Adam anyway, I thought as I headed down the steps. I walked down to the lounge and took a seat in the chair next to her. She didn't even look up. "Whatcha reading?" I asked. She put down her book for a moment and glanced up. She smiled broadly at me. "Hey! Don't you have a concert to get to?" "I've got a few minutes yet," I said. "Do, uh... you know where the Sovereign Center is?" Ashley nodded. "Make a left at our front light, then a right at the second light. It's two blocks beyond the big old rickety looking bridge. You'll probably have to park a few blocks away, though." She buried her face behind her book, though I heard her playfully add a, "Jerk," to the end of her directions. I reached over and lifted her book so I could see the title. "A Gentle Raine, huh?" Ashley's amber eyes twinkled in the firelight. "I know, I know," she said. "I'm a romance freak. I love tragic romances that are doomed to fail before they start." "Why?" She shrugged, and her pouty, pink-hued lips curved upwards in an innocent smile. "I don't know. I guess I can relate to it. I've never had much luck in the romance department." "That makes two of us," I said simply. "Hm. Now I'm intrigued. By all means, continue. " I waved off the question. "I'd rather not. We haven't even been formally introduced yet." She sat up and extended her hand. "I'm Ashley." I smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. It was cool to touch. "Jay," I replied. "And aren't you supposed to be working?" "Well they do give me a break now and then," Ashley said. "I get to sit down for fifteen minutes every two hours, so long as it's not busy." "That's awfully nice of them." "Yeah. Despite tonight's unfortunate timing, this is a great place to work. Cozy atmosphere, decent hours. And I get to meet... interesting people." She smiled sweetly, almost bashfully, and avoided direct eye contact with me for a few moments. "They've got a great sense of beauty, too," I said. "They know what people like to see when they walk into a hotel." Ashley nodded. "I know, I love the décor in here." I hesitated. "I wasn't talking about the décor, actually." Ashley's milky white cheeks turned red for a moment, and she bit her lip. Her eyes flicked up at me even though her head was still lowered, and the smile she graced me with was beyond beautiful. "So," Ashley said. "Where are you from?" "Mercer. On the other side of the state." Ashley nodded. "I know right where that is," she said with a hint of excitement. "We have family there. Wow, small world." Our eyes met again and Ashley smiled, again bashfully averting her attention and chewing on her bottom lip. "So what's your favorite song?" she asked. I stared blankly for a moment. "You know, the concert," she prodded. "Oh, right, right,"I said, deriding myself for the momentary lapse. "I don't know. From 'Fallen', probably Bring Me to Life. From the new one... maybe Lithium." Ashley smiled. "Good choices. I kinda like Whisper, personally," she said. Her tone grew a little more somber. "And My Last Breath is kind of... well... anyway. It's all amazing." I was curious, but I didn't want to pry. I could tell she was struggling to hide the pain about something. "Atypical choices," I said. "I guess that's why they're so popular. They talk about stuff a lot of people connect to personally." "Yeah," Ashley said. The distance that had overtaken her gaze disappeared. "I really wish I could go tonight," she said. "It would have meant a lot to see them in person." I felt a dull ache in my chest for Ashley. I wanted to help her in some small way, even though I had just met her. She did a commendable job trying to hide whatever pain she was feeling, but I knew the songs well, and I knew what they spoke of. I knew, because they held similar meaning for me. "When do you work again?" I asked her. The question caught her off-guard but it brought her out of her reverie. "Oh... um, tomorrow morning at nine. Why?" "Be here at eight," I told her. "We'll have breakfast, talk a little. And I promise you, I'll bring you something from that concert." Ashley's face turned extremely red. "We've known each other for ten minutes and you want to have breakfast with me and bring me stuff?" "Well, yeah," I said, holding my breath a little. "I like your style," she said, smiling. "I'll be here at 7:45. We can eat in the lounge. Great pancakes." My heart was racing. "Awesome. See you then." I rose from my seat and practically danced up the stairs, pausing at the top to gaze upon Ashley once more. She was peeking at me from behind her book cover, still blushing a little. I couldn't help but think what a great trip this was turning out to be. *** The atmosphere was electric. The two opening acts, Finger Eleven and Chevelle, had delivered incredible performances. And much to my delight, there had been no mosh pits. I was twice as thankful for this since we had probably the best seat in the house. I couldn't believe when we arrived how close we were able to get to the stage. The front row! Sure we had to stand, but we were literally within in spitting distance of the stage. When Amy Lee had first come out, I practically swooned. I knew she was beautiful – but in person she was stunning! She wore a surprisingly tame outfit compared to some of the ones she wore in the various concerts I'd seen online or on television. She sported a very snug black tank top If she wore a bra it was one of those casual sports bras, but I seriously have my doubts she had one on at all. She wore loose fitting pants (though not loose enough to hide her supple posterior) and a black belt with metal spikes on it. She had on a few different necklaces, a fingerless glove on her right hand that extended up her slender right arm, and to top it all off, a silver tiara. Amy was extremely personable with the audience as well, talking to us like she was a good friend and just generally enjoying herself. And she laughed at the crowd's uncontrollable cheering when we saw the piano rise out of the stage. "Relax you guys, it's not what you're thinking. Damn." As she adjusted the height of the mic stand, the crowd went even crazier. Amy laughed again. "Can you believe I get booed for sitting down at this thing sometimes? You guys fucking rock!" This brought on even more cheers. I could barely hear my own, drowned as it was in everyone else's. Still, I screamed until I had no breath left in me, and then screamed some more. She finished adjusting the stand, took a deep breath, and began playing an extended piece that didn't sound familiar, at least not until the final few notes. She began singing, her sultry baritone immediately silencing the crowd and making my knees quake. Lithium... don't want to lock me up inside. Lithium... don't want to forget how it feels without... Lithium... I want to stay in love with my sorrow. Oh, but God, I want to let it go. The lights came up with a brilliant flash, and the entire stage was bathed in white. The crowd cheered as snow began to fall from above. In seconds, the entire stage was covered in a blanket of fluffy white flakes. And there, not even five feet away from me, Amy Lee sat at her piano, her chest heaving, wet with sweat and melted snow, the fresh flakes glimmering in her hair. Blue gels cooled the lights down and cast a gorgeous ambiance over the stage as the snow continued to fall. I was utterly transfixed. Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone. Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show. Never wanted it to be so cold. Just didn't drink enough to say you love me. I can't hold on to me, Wonder what's wrong with me... I lost myself in the song, and in the beauty of the woman singing it. I had seen her so many times on television, but I was in perpetual amazement at how much more beautiful she was in person. I wanted nothing more than to climb up onto the stage and touch her soft, milky white cheek. I was completely hypnotized by her. All around me, guys (and more than one girl) shouted their love, marriage proposals, and other bizarre propositions to Amy, but I could barely bring myself to speak, much less scream. No, I stood there a mute, completely swept away by this woman and her incredible voice. And then it happened. Out of all the people clamoring for her in the arena, out of all the places she could have chosen to look, she looked right at me. At me! I felt my heart stop. Amy Lee was making eye contact with me. So, I did what anyone else would have done. I smiled and waved like a complete idiot. Amy smiled back at me and shot me a brief wink. She had been caught up in the song the entire time, so the few moments she spared to grace me with her beautiful smile meant the world to me. My evening was complete – maybe even my entire week. Amy Lee had smiled at me! How could this trip possibly get any better? *** I sat on the top step just outside our hotel room. It was almost 2:00 AM, and I was becoming a little irked with Adam. He had gone off with a girl he had met at the concert. She had shown up in our area trying to push her way to the front by offering to make out with the first guy who gave her a cigarette. Adam had offered and the girl had delivered. After the show, she had convinced him to go out for drinks. I politely declined, to the obvious disappointment of the girl's friend. I had thought I was tired, but upon returning to the hotel I found I just couldn't sleep. My mind and body were still too awake. The imagery from the concert played over and over again in my head. I could close my eyes and see it all from start to finish, but the part I became fixated on – obsessed with, really – was the moment when Amy Lee looked at me and smiled. I grew thirsty – the screaming had left my throat raw and parched – so I decided to head back to the vending machines. I walked down the twisting hallway, acutely aware of every step I was taking. I was a little surprised to find someone already standing at the vending machines. Her hair was dark – almost midnight black. She wore baggy red and green plaid pajama pants that hung slightly below her wasteline, and a snug green tank top She was bent over to pick up her drink, and I noticed the top of what looked like a red and black thong. I took note of the attractive ass – the supple shape was evident even through the baggy pants. I was about to step forward when the girl quickly rose and turned without looking – crashing into me in the process. I slid backwards, laughing a bit. For her part, the raven-haired beauty was very apologetic. "I am so sorry!" she said. As we found our footing again, I was immediately struck speechless. It wasn't just a random brunette who stood before me. It was Amy Lee. And I was speechless. "I'm so out of it sometimes. I'm really sorry," she said again. I stumbled through a handful of random grunts before I finally found my voice again. "No, no, it was my pleasure. I mean fault. I mean..." Amy laughed. "Not one for eloquence, are you?" I wiped the sweat quickly forming on my brow and grinned. "No. I mean usually I am, but not when... I mean, wow. I sound like a complete idiot." "Aw, complete's a little harsh. Partial, maybe." I laughed, though in retrospect I'm sure it sounded ridiculous. I extended my hand. "My name's Jay," I said. I wanted to add, And I'm madly in love with you but I thought it best to leave that part implied. To my great surprise, Amy Lee took my hand and shook it. Her own hand was warm and soft, but her grip was strong. I nearly lost my breath when she touched me. "Amy," she said. "Yeah. I, uh... I know. I was at your show tonight." Faint recognition seemed to dawn in Amy's gorgeous eyes. "Right," she said. "I think I remember you. You were right up front. You're the guy that waved at me during Lithium." I was floored. "You remember that?" "What, I can't have a good memory? I'm a musician so I must be oblivious?" she asked pointedly. She must have seen the look of panic that washed over my features because she quickly laughed. "I'm kidding! Loosen up." My cheeks turned a little red. "Give me a minute, it's not everyday you get to meet one of your heroes." Now it was Amy's cheeks turning red, though she hid it well. "Eh, relax. I'm no one special. And if it's any comfort, you're hanging in here a lot longer than I hung in when I met Bjork. I was shaking and blubbering like crazy. Totally spazzed." I smiled. "I know, I've heard you talk about it before. Still, it's kind of comforting." "I thought your wave was kinda sweet, actually. Usually it's marriage proposals and confessions of undying love. How weird is that? All these people you don't really know propositioning you. I love our fans to death but I wish they'd stop that. Like I'm going to just pick a random fan and say, 'sure come on up, let's do it baby!' Y'know?" "I know, it's horrible," I said. "Some days I have to beat them off with a stick." Amy raised a dark eyebrow at me and folded her arms across her chest, providing me with an eyeful of perfect cleavage that I desperately tried to keep my gaze away from. "Do I detect a touch of sarcasm, mister 'I just met my hero'?" "Just a touch," I said. "I actually prefer to use a baseball bat. Sticks break too easily." Amy tried to feign a scowl, but she ended up laughing. It was a melodic sound, and it made me feel at ease. I suddenly forgot that I was talking to THE Amy Lee of my favorite band. She was just a girl. An amazing, beautiful girl with a sharp wit and a great sense of humor. Anywhere: A Night with Amy Lee "You're kind of twisted," she said. "Only kind of?" She held up her right hand, her thumb and index finger an inch or two apart. "Just a little," she said. "I see. And do you insult all of your fans?" "Not all of them. Just the ones I almost maul while trying to sneak out to vending machines in the middle of the night in strange hotels." "That must happen all the time." "Just once, by my count," Amy said, smiling almost bashfully. "Though it's been way cooler than the meet and greet after the show. I'll never understand how all the weirdos constantly land those tickets." My heart was beating through my chest wall. Did she really just say that? I fought to keep myself calm. "Definitely been the highlight of my night," I said. "My buddy won't believe it." "Let me guess, you want me to come back with you so you can gloat," she said, with a hint of suspicion in her voice. "Maybe autograph a shirt..." "Nah," I said dismissively. "He's not even here; he went out after the show." "And you came back here?" I shrugged. "Not one for the bar scene," I said. "I like the drinking, but not so much the atmosphere." A few moments of awkward silence passed, and I feared I had overstayed my welcome. "Well, I don't want to keep you. It was really... really really great meeting you." I offered my hand for a farewell shake. Amy regarded it, then looked at me and smiled. She took my hand. She didn't shake it so much as hold it. "Okay, so now you've got me curious," she said. "What gives?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're not acting like a total fan boy It's pretty cool." I felt my cheeks flush a bit. "Look, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous as hell," I began. "Or that I don't want to sit here and confess all kinds of weird things to you about how your music has touched me and how gorgeous you are and all that stuff. But I understand what you guys probably go through out here. Well meaning fans who think they know you, think you're their best friends just because they listen to your music. And especially with your music because it's so intense and introspective and personal. It gets to so many people in so many ways. I just don't want to be that one crazy fan you ran into in a hotel vending area who wanted to parade you around and make you autograph everything. I'd rather be the nice guy you nearly ran over getting a Coke." Amy smiled and giggled. "Besides, all those interviews I've seen with you claiming you're an ordinary girl... and you kind of are. I mean ordinary in ways everyone is. You like Coke, you're funny, laid back, all that. But in other respects, you're not ordinary. The words you say speak to people... they help, they heal, they touch, they change lives. The girl may be ordinary, but the gift you have – that's extraordinary." Amy listened intently to everything. When I was finished, she regarded me carefully. "You're either really full of shit," she began, breaking out into a grin. "Or that's the coolest thing anyone – fan or otherwise – has ever said to me." I didn't know what else to say, so I grinned. Like an idiot. Amy squeezed my hand. "Come on," she said. "I'll introduce you to the guys." It happened so fast I couldn't really object. Amy led me down a few turns in the opposite direction of our room. I felt my blood pressure rising and took some calming breaths, trying hard not to think too much on who was leading me down the hotel hallway. But as we rounded the last corner, she stopped short. Outside of a door near the end of the hallway was a small mob of photographers. "Shit," Amy said to herself. "Got any of those sticks handy?" "I don't suppose they'd let us walk by, would they?" Amy gave me a look that loudly wondered if I was kidding or not. "No offense but taking a strange man into our hotel suite wouldn't do us any favors in the PR department. I'm so not in the mood for these guys right now." "Are you suggesting I'm strange?" I asked. Amy laughed. "Very." She smiled at me. "Which means you're in good company." She pulled out her cell phone and walked back the other direction. I didn't hear the entire conversation, but gleaned enough to know Amy's intent was to lay low until the crowd got bored and dispersed. After she hung up, an idea dawned on me. I struggled with it for a few moments, as everything that had happened tonight sank in. Did I want to jeopardize what I had gained by making this completely inappropriate suggestion? "Amy," I said nervously. "If you want I can... I mean, you can take our room." She looked at me strangely for a moment. "I'll sleep down in the lobby," I said quickly. "It's just... if you stay out here for too long, someone else is bound to notice you." She pondered this for a moment. "All right," she said. "Lead the way." ***** "Are you kidding me?!" Amy laughed. It had been less than twenty minutes since I escorted Amy Lee into my laughably modest hotel room, but it felt much longer. In fact as time wore on, it felt like we were old friends. Our connection was instant, and we were able to progress past the superfluous "rock star – fan" talk and actually talk as people. I'm sure the two beers each we had taken from the mini-fridge contributed to how quickly our tongues loosened up, but honestly, I wasn't feeling much of a buzz at that point, and Amy seemed more than capable of holding her liquor. "I was a strange kid," I said. "That's too funny," Amy giggled. "Wow. Paula Abdul. And who opened for her?" "Color Me Badd," I said, my cheeks turning red. Amy burst into a fit of laughter. "Honey you were more than a strange kid," she said. "Even I probably would have picked on you. How sad is that?" "So what was your first concert?" I asked, trying to change the subject and save myself from further humiliation. Amy paused for a moment. "Smashing Pumpkins," she said. "Garbage opened for them. I think I was fourteen or fifteen. I just remember the rush of being there... seeing them up on stage. And I remember thinking, that's what I want. I want to be that. But it wasn't about the money, you know? It's never been about that. It's about having that outlet, having the power to express what's inside. People hear it, and they hear you. But they hear pieces of themselves too. It's so awesome how different songs mean different things to different people." She paused. "I guess I shouldn't sound completely altruistic. It's really cool that people can be touched by what we say. But at the end of the day, I'm still saying it for me. Which I guess makes me sound kind of selfish." "No it doesn't," I said. "I know squat about writing music but I do know a bit about writing other stuff. And it's the same thing. It's great that people read it and they're touched by it, but you're not doing it just for them. It's too personal." Amy smiled, intrigued. "What do you write?" she asked. "I've dabbled in everything," I replied. "Prose, poetry, stage plays. My favorite is definitely screenplays, though. I enjoy making short films. I'd like to do it for real some day." "What do you mean 'for real'? You're doing it, aren't you? An artist is an artist. Doesn't matter where you are. Be proud." She took a drink. "And anyway, that's awesome. I kind of had you pegged for a creative type. I was right. As usual. Go me." She grinned with those last words. "You're so modest," I said. "And, uh... thanks. I think." "It's a compliment," Amy confirmed. "A big one. I love being around creative people. I mean everyone's creative in their own way and that's cool and all, but... there are a few who really get it. Who know what it's like to just have something inside of you that wants. Lyrics or dialog or verses, whatever. And you just have to do it, you have to get it out. I get the vibe you're one of those people. Which rocks." "Well if it matters, one of my first scripts was heavily influenced by you," I said. "Well, one of your songs." "Call me curious," she said with a grin. "Which song?" "Bring me to Life," I said. She laughed. "I know, I know." "You wouldn't believe how many people have wanted to license that," she said. "I was one of them, until I saw the price tag," I laughed. "The guy from your label said it was ten grand to hack it up so I could use it in a trailer." "Isn't that insane? For the record, we have no control over those rates," Amy said. "Though as a thank-you for your kindness – and your booze – tonight, if you ever make your movie, I'll let you use the song for nothing." My eyes lit up. "Seriously?" Amy nodded. "I'll have to clear it with the guys, but it's cool. I'll convince them." She grinned slyly. "They know enough to let me have my way." "That might officially make you the coolest person I've ever met." A twinkle caught Amy's eye as she smiled. It was just a bit dark but I'm almost positive her cheeks turned a little red. Her cell phone rang, drawing her away from me. "Terry, what's up? Are you kidding me? Damn it. No, I'm fine, I found a place to stay. With a friend. Yeah. All right, let me know." She flipped her phone closed and returned to the chair. She reclined and put her feet up. "Guess you have to deal with me a bit longer," she said. "The guys said there's more paparazzi now than before." "I'll manage," I said. "And, uh... thanks for what you said." "Huh?" "You called me a friend," I said. "That's... really cool." Amy laughed. "So you were eavesdropping on me? Not very friendly-like." I laughed, and Amy seemed pleased with herself. "There we go. I think you're starting to get my weird and disturbing sense of humor." I shook my head and grabbed another beer. "Nah," I said. "I just laugh at everything when I'm drunk." "You are so not drunk," she said. "You don't strike me as a lightweight." "Well, I also laugh at everything when I'm nervous," I said. "You're still nervous?" Amy asked. She rose from the chair and sat next to me on the small couch. "God, you're hopeless! Here." She extended her arm. "Pinch me." "I'm not pinching you," I said. "You are too. Common, I'm kinda buzzed anyway, I won't feel it. Just do it." I hesitantly reached out and gently pinched her soft skin. She pulled it back and cried out. "Ouch! Jeez, not so hard!" I was about to apologize, but she burst out laughing. "God, I'm kidding. See? I'm human. So stop being so nervous." I tried to accommodate Amy's request, but her sudden close proximity made it very difficult. The sweet scent of lilac drifted to my nostrils. "Here," she said. "I'm gonna do something I've never done for any fan. This will prove I'm totally human." She tilted her head back and gently removed one of her contacts, then the other. She blinked a few times and threw them in the garbage. Then she turned to me and smiled. "There. You've now observed Amy Lee's pre-bedtime ritual of taking out her contacts." I was taken aback at first by how striking her eyes really were. They were ethereal green orbs, shining with intelligence. (more!) "Wow," I said, truly struck mute for the first time. "I never realized how, uh... green your eyes were." Amy smiled sweetly. "Is that a good thing?" "Yeah," I said. The silence was thick as I sat there next to Amy. My mind was reeling! I was in my hotel room, sitting inches away from one of my biggest idols, and we were talking like we were best friends. Hell, she had even called me a friend. I couldn't really begin to process it. Yet here we were, our faces inches apart on the couch, and I struggled to find something to say. "Would you think I was a fan boy if I started gushing about how beautiful you are?" I asked. Amy wrinkled her nose. "Nah. I know you now. Gush all you want." I swallowed hard. "I really think I'd rather just kiss you." Amy raised an eyebrow. "That been your plan all along?" "No," I said. "Just kind of came to me a minute ago." "Cool," she said. We sat there for a moment. She grinned. "So what do you want, an engraved invitation?" she asked in a whisper. I hesitated. "No," I said at length. "I just... I respect you too much." I couldn't read her expression for a moment – her thoughts were well hidden behind her enigmatic green eyes. After a few moments, she smiled contentedly and leaned against my chest. She grabbed my right arm and threw it over her shoulder. "You're a sweet guy, Jay," she said. "I bet you're the type that loves saving damsels in distress." I chuckled and took a deep breath, looking down at the creamy skin and raven hair of the angelic figure now lying in my arm. It was surreal. "I've worn that hat, yeah," I said. "Although I have to admit, I find damsels who are strong enough to rescue themselves just as intoxicating." Amy looked up at me and smiled. "Are you hitting on me?" she asked. I shrugged non-commitaly. She laughed. "Speaking of intoxicating," she said, rising to her feet. "I could use another one." Amy headed for the mini fridge and I watched her shapely figure sway in the half light of the room. She was beautiful, her figure much tighter and more amazing than the vast majority of her stage outfits ever allowed anyone to see. She bent over and pulled out a beer, and her thong made its second appearance from underneath her pajama bottoms. No sooner did she grab two more beers – and then two more with her other hand – did her cell phone ring. She glanced apologetically at me, then turned away and answered the phone. After a brief conversation, she turned back to me. "Well, that's that. No more annoying photographers." My heart sank into my feet. "So I guess you'll be going, then," I said, trying to mask my disappointment. In response, Amy opened a bottle of beer and pulled it to her lips. She drank deeply and when she came up for air, almost half of it was gone. She hesitated for a second. "I've had way too much to drink now," she said. "I think I should stay here." She walked back over to the couch, beers in hand, and sat down next to me. I put my arm around her again and we resumed our previous position. I was worried she would feel my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Now where were we?" she asked. "Um... I think I was talking about how intoxicating you are. Though I may switch that to intoxicated now." She laughed. "Well whose idea was it to break out the beer?" "Yours, as I recall," I said. In truth, it had been Amy's idea to have a drink or two when we first arrived in the room. She figured it would help me loosen up a bit more. "Okay, be technical," Amy said. We drank in contented silence for several moments. "So," Amy said. "Any pets?" "One dog," I replied. "Cats?" "Allergic." "Middle name?" "Eric," I replied. "What's with the interrogation?" "How old were you when you had your first kiss?" I laughed. "Why?" "I'm curious," she replied. "I can't just pick up a magazine and read about all our fans' dirty little secrets like they can about us." I chuckled. "I was 14," I said. "It was a summer evening in a park in my hometown." "How old was she?" "I don't know... twelve, maybe." Amy laughed. "Wow. Cradle robber." "It was two years' difference!" "Yeah, but twelve? Come on." I couldn't say much more about it, so I let it go. "What's next, the first time I lost my virginity?" Amy perked up at this. "Well I wasn't gonna go there, but since you're offering." I felt my cheeks turning red. "I was sixteen," I said. "And?" "And what?" "I don't get details?" I was thoroughly embarrassed by this point. "It was in my bedroom. She was a petite brunette. A cheerleader." Amy smacked my chest lightly. "Listen to you!" she said. "Gloat much?" "I'm not gloating," I protested. "Please," she replied. "I didn't think you were like that. You love it don't you? You nailed a cheerleader on your first time and you're all proud of it." I shook my head and laughed. "Maybe at the time I was. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have done it. I mean I don't dwell on it or anything, it's over with and there's no use regretting it." "Damn straight," Amy said. "Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Good advice." Amy lifted her head and looked at me. My breath caught in my throat. She noticed, and smiled. "So... pets, names, kisses, virginity lost. I think I know enough now." I swallowed hard. "Enough for what?" I asked. "Enough for that kiss you were offering earlier." I stared at her blankly for a few moments. She took my hesitation as unwillingness. "I think it's fair to say we know each other by now. So quit being so chivalrous. It's sweet, but it's kind of annoying. Besides, nothing wrong with a kiss between friends." I leaned in close and my lips brushed against hers. I was so dizzy I thought I would lose my balance. Her lips were sweet and moist. She returned my kiss, and in a few moments our mouths slid open. Her tongue welcomed mind, wrapped around it, caressed it. She groaned softly as I probed her mouth. When the kiss ended, she actually looked slightly breathless. "Not bad, fan boy," she said. "Likewise, rock star," I said. She leaned in and kissed me, and this time I welcomed her agile tongue into my mouth. Ribbons of electricity shot through every part of my, from my lips down to my toes. Amy took my head in her hands and opened her mouth wider. She groaned softly as I pressed my tongue into her mouth. As they danced around each other, she slid onto my lap and straddled me. I smiled. "Just a kiss, huh?" I asked, gasping for breath. "Well," she said, kissing me between each word. "Nothing wrong with making out between friends either." I grunted my approval as I caressed her back. I ran my hands through her long black hair and down her back. The sweet scent of her hair flooded my nostrils and I could taste the alcohol on her warm breath and her tongue. I gently massaged her shoulders and back and she groaned into my mouth. As I gradually worked up the nerve, I slid my hand under her tank top and massaged her back directly. "Mmm," she gasped. "If you work as a masseuse on the side, you're hired." I smiled inwardly as I continued to press my fingers into her back. Her muscles loosened beneath my touch. She began to grind into my lap as her hands ran desperately through my hair. I slid my hands down her sides, careful not to go too far. I caressed her bare flesh softly and she ground that much harder into my lap. After a few moments, she grabbed my hand and took it in hers. We stopped kissing for the first time in what seemed like twenty minutes. "I love that you're such a sweet guy," she gasped. Then she took my hand and pressed it against her firm, round breast. "But right now you don't have to be sweet." I squeezed, gently at first but then more aggressively. Amy groaned and began kissing me again. Our tongues rolled back forth, over and under, probing every inch of the others' mouth. I felt her nipple through her tank top and squeezed it, then slid my right hand down her back and over her ass. She ground harder into me as I pulled both hands up to her shoulders. Some of her hair and fallen forward, so I slid it back, then grabbed the straps of her tank top with each hand and slid them down over her shoulders. Her breasts fell loose and I gazed at them in amazement. They were perfectly formed, with a sparse splash of freckles between them. I only had a moment to take them in before my desire for them got the best of me. I took one in each hand and rubbed them gently, squeezing them together, pinching her nipples. I traced my tongue along the gentle curve of Amy's neckline, down to her left breast. I brought her waiting nipple to my mouth and traced my tongue around it: once, twice, again. I began sucking in earnest as I felt Amy's hands clench in my hair. I placed her nipple between my teeth, covered them with my lips, and gently bit down. She jumped in surprise, but her sensual groan suggested it was a pleasant surprise. Anywhere: A Night with Amy Lee I turned my attention to Amy's other breast, giving it the same careful attention. Amy's groans were like music to me, and I sought after them as I sought after oxygen. My hands never remained still, never motionless but always purposeful. I fondled, licked, and kissed every inch of Amy Lee's breasts, and her breathing intensified. Finally, she slid back on my lap. She leaned in and kissed me while her hands slid down over my chest and abs. I felt several desperate tugs and suddenly my belt came free. Seconds later my jeans were unzipped. Amy rose to her feet, sliding my jeans off my legs. She sat back down at the very edge of my lap and pulled my shirt over my head. I felt her eyes bore into me as her hands caressed me body from my neck down my chest, abs, thighs, and back up. She slid her hand down my body once more, turning inward once she reached my thighs. My heart pounded in my ears as I felt her hand slide over my boxers and rub against my throbbing erection. After teasing over my shaft for several seconds, she deftly undid the button on my boxers and reached inside. My eyes hit the back of my head the moment her warm, soft hand grabbed my shaft. When I opened them again, Amy had a devilish smile on her face. Her grip was firm and her strokes swift. After four or five I could no longer contain the groans. Amy slid her other hand down and alternated strokes, sometimes letting one of her hands drop below to fondle my balls. I could scarcely catch my breath. Amy's hands were skillful – beyond skillful. It was only through sheer force of will that I found the strength to sit up and kiss her. She was distracted for a moment, but one was all I needed. I reached around behind her and held on to her sweet, round ass. I stood quickly and carried her over to the bed, my tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. I climbed on to the bed, still holding on to Amy, and carried her to the center. I laid her down on the pillow and she unwrapped her legs. I laid on top of her and gazed into her eyes. There were no words – none were necessary. I lost myself and she seemed content to gaze back at me. She smiled, and there was a sweetness to it, but it was a sweetness tinged with desperation and lust. I kissed her full on the lips, then moved to her creamy white neck. I kissed down her right breast, pausing only to pull her tank top above her stomach. Amy grabbed it and pulled it over her head, throwing it on the floor. She raised herself up on her left elbow as my kisses trailed down her stomach. I grabbed hold of her pants and panties at the same time and pulled them both off. Amy parted her legs right in front of me, keeping them bent at the knees. I drank in the site of her this angelic form before me: perfect curves, her milky white skin contrasting nicely with her jet black hair. And those sparkling green eyes, fixated on me, daring me to do what I would. Her grin was intense, lustful, sexy. I took her left leg in my hand and gently kissed the calf, slowly working my way up to her thigh. She smiled, eagerly anticipating each and every touch from my lips. Her skin smelled sweet, though as I kissed my way up her thigh the intoxicating scent of her arousal began to beckon me. Amy ran her right hand through my hair as I kissed the inside of her thigh. As I neared the top, I began to taste her dampness. I ran my tongue up one side of her lips and down the other. I was drunk at once on the sweet taste of Amy's pussy. I kissed her lips, gently sliding my tongue inside. I pressed my tongue against her clit and delighted as I heard her gasp. I brought a hand up and gently parted her lips, pressing my tongue deep inside of her pussy. I glanced up and found her watching me, still propped up on her left arm. Our gazes met briefly and a chill shot down my back from the desire I found in her ethereal green eyes. I drove my tongue deeper inside of her, and reveled as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Amy continued to watch as I slid my tongue deeper inside of her. I slipped a single finger inside. "Fuck! Oh god, Jay." I slid a second finger inside as a fresh wave of sweetness flooded out. Amy's groans grew steadily louder. Her grip on my hair tightened as I ran a third finger outside of her pussy. Half my face was drenched, but it still wasn't enough. I slipped the third finger below her pussy, moving towards her ass. Seconds later, as my finger pressed against her, Amy nearly screamed. She threw her head back onto the pillow and grabbed the back of my head with both hands, grinding my face into her pussy while she spread her legs wider. I felt her pussy contract and tighten, squeezing my fingers and my tongue. Seconds later, wave after wave some Amy's sweetness came pouring out. She made no effort to hide her sensual groaning, borderline screaming. I drank up everything I could, but Amy kept scumming – literally. Several minutes after her initial orgasm, smaller waves continued to rock her body. As I set about cleaning her up, she seemed to gather her strength. After a few moments, she put both hands on my head and pulled me up to her face. "That was fucking... oh my god..." She kissed me, her tongue leaping out and licking her own sweetness off of my face. This only seemed to turn her on again because she quickly pushed me to my back and climbed on top of me. She kissed me again, leaving a trail of equally urgent kisses down my abs. I felt her hand again close around my shaft, but she wasted no time in taking it into her mouth either. I watched as my cock disappeared into Amy's obviously skilled mouth once, twice, again. By the fourth time, all eight inches was gone and I could feel Amy's bottom lip pressing against my balls. Amy's cool lips and warm breath was incredible. Her black hair sprawled out around her; I felt it all over my legs. Her tongue lashed out around my cock, licking it from bottom to top, from top to bottom. She took my shaft in her hand and stroked it firmly, raising it up and running her tongue all over my balls. I looked down and found her watching my reactions with delight. She groaned and the vibrations through her mouth felt great. I began to lose track of what she was touching with me. One second it was her tongue, the next her hand, the next her lips. I lost myself in heady delight. Once or twice, the magnitude of this situation hit me. Once or twice, I realized who it was with my cock in her mouth, whose sweet pussy I still tasted on my lips. But the weight of that knowledge was too much to bear and I had to force it out of my mind. I couldn't stop to think about it, because I would go to pieces. Despite this I was never able to completely convince myself that this was just another girl. Especially when those piercing green eyes would gaze up at mine while her tongue caressed my shaft. After what seemed like an eternity, Amy kissed her way back up to my lips. I felt her legs spread as she straddled me, and I could feel the heat and dampness from her pussy as it descended to my eagerly waiting shaft. She paused for a moment and our eyes met again. There, in that eternal moment that was too quickly gone, I knew nothing but perfect bliss. In that moment existed the memory of all that happened, the unmatched ecstasy of the present, and the promise of what was about to happen. Seconds later it went up in smoke, and Amy Lee's warm, inviting pussy devoured my cock. Despite how wet Amy was, it was a snug fit. A perfect fit. I felt every muscle twitch, every breath she took. She braced her arms on either side of my head, leaned down, and kissed me. She wore a look of pure lust on her face as she ground her pussy into me. I met her with swift, sturdy thrusts inside of her. I caressed her back and brought my hands between us, squeezing her breasts. Amy adjusted her position and I brought her breasts into my mouth, sucking deeply and none-too-gently. Amy gasped and arched her back slightly, changing the angle of my thrust for a moment. I kissed between her breasts, then over to the other side. Amy gasped, and the slight change in tone suggested she was losing herself more. She pulled her breast from my mouth and leaned down. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she put her soft lips to my ear. "Whatever happens," she said, barely getting it out before groaning. "Don't hold back. Trust in me." As she said those last words, she was pulling away, and our eyes met. I managed a brief nod. Amy smiled at me, her sensuality this time veiled behind her natural sweetness. On inspiration, I took her hands in mind and gently played over them. She groaned more intensely as she ground into me harder. I straightened my hands, placing my palms against hers. Our fingers interlaced and Amy squeezed my hands tightly. She moved faster, impaling herself on me now over and over. I met her with thrust after thrust, my throbbing cock aching for relief. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to hold out, I felt Amy's pussy tighten. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she squeezed my hands tightly. "Oh my god! Oooh! Oh Jay! Oh my fucking god!" The sound of my name coming from those lips, from that voice – the same voice I had listened to thousands of times – was all I could take. I exploded inside of Amy, filling her pussy just as she was coming down from her own high. I felt my cock erupt four, five, six times. Amy's eyes widened and she groaned as each fresh stream of cum filled her again. Amy sat there on me, still straddling me, clenching my hands in hers. She slowly lowered her head and began to relax her grip on my hands. She opened her eyes, her naked and sweaty chest heaving in the dim light of the room. Slowly she leaned down, pausing for a moment to look me in the eye before she kissed me. It was a different kind of kiss than the others. Similar to our first, yet without the tentativeness. It was tender, full of passion but without the desperation. I was swept away on Amy's kiss, content to lay there and press my lips to hers for days, weeks, months. For the first time, I truly felt like I was kissing Amy. The kisses faded and I opened my eyes to find Amy looking at me. She had tears in her eyes. Several had fallen already and I wiped them away. "Sorry," she said. "I cry a lot." I smiled gently. "I know," I said. "I mean, I've heard you talk about it before. I'm just kind of hoping it's one of the good kinds." She grinned and shook her head in wonder for a moment. "It is one of the good kinds," she said. "Good," I said. Amy leaned close to me, and I realized I was still inside of her. "Somehow, I knew you'd know that about me." She kissed me again. "I normally don't like it when people figure me out. But with you... I dunno, it's kinda cool." She wiped her eyes and slid off of me. I held her tightly, pulling the covers around us. After a few moments of silence, she propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me. "So," I said. "Does this make me your biggest fan?" "Well you're definitely my favorite I think," she giggled. "So then you wouldn't mind doing a little something for your favorite fan?" She raised an eyebrow. "Okay let's look at this. I'm laying next to you, completely naked. We just had fucking great sex. What more exactly do you want from me?" We shared in the laugh this time. "I dunno," I said, growing nervous. "I was hoping maybe you'd... sing a few lines?" Amy smiled. "Is that all? I thought it was something hard." She cleared her throat. "Any requests?" I hadn't thought of that. But something came to me. "Whatever will remind you most of this night." Now it was Amy's turn to be caught off guard. She sat in silence for a few moments, and it was obvious she was choosing carefully. When she turned to me, she wasn't smiling exactly, but there was still deep affection in her eyes. Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me? And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free? I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you When this sweet, you were my own Take my hand... Amy held her hand up, and I took it and held it close. We're leaving here tonight There's no need to tell anyone They'd only hold us down So by the morning's light We'll be halfway to anywhere Where love is more than just your name. Amy finished, then looked to me and smiled. I smiled back. "Good choice," I said. "I really liked the personalized lyrics, too." Amy smiled and laid her head down on my chest. "I'm glad I nearly ran you down tonight," she said. "Me too." We fell asleep then, but as I dozed I remembered the beautiful blond hostess and the breakfast date that would soon be upon us. My mind began racing as I wondered if Amy would be willing to make an appearance. TO BE CONTINUED...