"For what it's worth, you deserved it more."

I glanced over at the girl who had just sat down next to me. We'd come all the way to London for the MTV European Music Awards to lose "Best Pop Album" to some 15-year old girl who could barely carry a tune. I'd smiled and congratulated her, but I was pissed. Apparently, I wasn't as good of an actor as I thought, because this girl noticed.

She was beautiful. She had dark, brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She had a gorgeous black dress on, which definitely flattered her body. I didn't recognize her, but I could tell she was American. Maybe she was somebody's date.

"Thanks," I replied, as sincerely as I could manage.

"I'm Mitchie Torres," she told me.

I shook her hand. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I'd heard it. "Nate Black."

"Yeah, I know. You look like you're more than ready to go."

I had to laugh a little. Apparently, I was a really bad actor. Good thing I could sing, I guess.

"Yeah, I've been ready to leave since I got here, pretty much," I admitted. "I just wanted to see Blonde Get-Up perform."

"Oh, are you a fan?" she asked, perking up a little. She had a great smile.

"I don't know anything about them, to be honest. We've been on tour for so long, and…it's kind of like being in a different world. You lose touch with what's going on."

Blonde Get-Up was a new chick band that had been nominated for "Breakthrough Artist."

"Oh, I see," she replied. She gave me a mischievous smile. "So, just curious, then? Did you hear they were good?"

"Well, I guess they would have to be to be getting so much attention, right? The only thing I've really heard about them was that they have a really hot lead singer," I admitted.

Mitchie laughed. I liked her laugh. I wasn't used to girls just coming up and talking to me like I was a normal person…it was kind of nice. Especially when the girl was as gorgeous as she was.

"Well, I hope you're not disappointed. I've heard the same thing, though," she said. "I have to go, but…it was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too," I replied.

It was the truth. I didn't really want her to leave. But if she was there as someone's date, it's not like it really mattered anyways, I guess. I slouched down in my sheet and watched the award for "Best R & B Song" being announced.

"And now," the presenter said once the award had been collected. "It is my pleasure to introduce our next band. They're up for 'Breakthrough Artist of the Year' and they're about to show you why. Give it up for Blonde Get-Up!"

I watched the lights come up on the stage. The lead singer had her back to the audience, but her outfit was definitely hot. She was wearing black leggings, knee high leather boots, and a very short, leather, strapless dress that tied up like a corset in the back. I have to be honest…I may be a rock star, but I am totally intimidated by really fierce girls. But damn, when she turned around and I could actually see her, she was…Mitchie?

"Shit," I said, mostly to myself, but Shane heard me.

"What?" he asked quietly so the people around us couldn't hear. "Dude what did I tell you? She's fucking hot. I can't believe you didn't freak out when she started talking to you."

"Thanks for the heads up," I replied sarcastically. "I didn't know who she was. I told her the only reason I was staying to see this band was because I heard the lead singer was really hot."

Shane started cracking up. He always found humor in my embarrassment. I don't know why I was so embarrassed, but it probably had something to do with how hot she looked up there. And the fact that she was an incredible singer…

"Dude, relax. She talked to you, remember?" Shane pointed out. "She could have talked to anybody. There has to be a reason she chose you. Especially when she could have talked to me."

I rolled my eyes, but he did have a point. Hopefully she didn't think I was shallow because of my comment. Why did I care so much what she thought of me? I'd talked to her for like two minutes. Maybe I was shallow – the only thing I really knew about her was that she was gorgeous. And that this song was amazing.

"Do you know who writes their songs?" I asked Shane. We should hire him, whoever he is.

"Yeah," he replied. "She does."

Gorgeous, amazing singer, and incredible writer? Shit, why did I let her walk away without at least finding out what after-party she was going to? She had to be going to Vanity Fair party – it was always the biggest, and if you were invited, you never turned it down. They always invited the breakthrough artists. I would find her there if it took me all night. I didn't know what I would say once I found her, but I had some time to figure it out. I was always kind of bad with girls, surprisingly. Not to sound conceited, but it's not like I didn't have girls throwing themselves at me every day of my life…it's just when I found one I actually wanted to get to know, I got freaked out. I was always afraid of saying the wrong thing, and I could already tell she was a girl who was hard to impress.