She could smell his expensive, intoxicating aftershave and if she was in any other sort of mood she may have even found it arousing but having just texted her husband that thought never even entered her mind. "Simon!" Carrie smiled enthusiastically as she moved forward quickly and embraced him in a passionate hug. "There's my favourite star!" Simon said, oozing his typical charisma as he stepped forward to greet her. Gone was the typical tight black sweatshirt and jeans the general public was used to seeing Simon in, now he was dressed in a suit while missing the tie with the top couple of buttons undone revealing a pretty impressive bush of chest hair. Waiting by the double doors was Simon Cowell and Nicola, a woman Carrie recognised instantly as his personal assistant. Lifting herself out of the limo, Carrie smiled at her driver and thanked him, subtly slipping him a ten dollar tip. 'Love you too baby xxx.' Carrie then locked the screen and dumped the phone into her handbag as the door was opened for her. 'lol! I'm at the show now, call you tonight?' Removing what she had typed and changing it, Carrie sent the text away with a smile. That made the Oklahoma native laugh out loud, she was about to tap out a response when the limo pulled to a stop. 'Looking forward to seeing Simon Cowell? I thought you were crazy when you married me, now I know it's true! ' The little text bubble under her message changed from 'sent' to 'read' and then Mike started to tap up a response. Looking forward to seeing Simon again! xxx' Licking her peach coloured lips, she thought on an answer before jabbing at the screen of her phone. Smiling already, she fished her phone out of her handbag and read the text message. The signature tone meant it came from her husband and current Nashville Predators centre right player, Mike Fisher. She did have the liberty of performing a duet with anyone who wanted to approach her but as she tucked some blonde strands of hair behind her ear, she was currently just waiting to play a few of her songs as a medley in the last part of the show.Īs the car pulled around to the side to a hidden area where Carrie would be smuggled into the arena, her phone beeped to life with a text message. It was long past the audition period and tonight, Carrie was here as a special guest performer. She smiled at the sight of how many people had turned up for the show. The best thing to do is initiate conversations with me and I'll be able, and happy to, respond to you.Īrrie Underwood leant back in the plush leather seats of the rented limo and peeked out of the tinted windows to look at the large centre that was hosting 'The X-Factor' on Fox. So, if you add me and I don't respond it may be that it just registers you as offline. Don't forget to add me on one of the messengers too! Don't be afraid! I love chatting about celebs, story ideas or chatting in general and I like making new friends! Just as a word of warning, YIM is messing me around. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again. Also, don’t forget to thank and like the story if you do like it! Also feel free to post on the thread to voice your encouragement, lord knows my ego needs stroking!Īlso, please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. My e-Mail addresses are at: If you remove the parenthesis from the symbol it’ll get through! You can also get me at Again, remove the parenthesis. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real.
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