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I was early -or how I met Caleb Followill	By : Roossmit Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kings of Leon Views: 1176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Kings of Leon, never met them, this is fiction and I don't make profit off of it.

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I was early. There are two entrances ‘my’ hospital, in Amsterdam. There is one for students –which I normally take- and the regular one, which all the patients and family take. So when the man approached me for a question, I had the time to answer him before my exam started.
“Excuse me, miss?”
The first thing I noticed was the man wasn’t from England. The second thing was that I couldn’t hear him very well. Which was because I had my earplugs in. Right. I took them off and said in my best English; “ Hi, I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
“Can you help me with something?”
“Sure”
“Well, I’m supposed to meet a friend of mine, and he’s stayin’ at H0-027. Can you tell me where to go?”
I got confused as well, the first week I studied here. And I had the time.
“Right, it’s in my direction, so walk with me. The H refers to the building, the first 0 to the level, and the last numbers to the room. It’s quite logical, once you figure it out.”
“All right, thanks”
I looked at the man for the first time while I put away my mp3-player. He was really good-looking, tall (but hey, everybody’s tall, I’m 5.6 ft. -1.68 m-) but not that much bigger than me. He had a beard. And he was gaping at me while I walked away.
“Whoa! Wait up, I’m coming!”
I turned around and chuckled. He caught up with me.
“I’m sorry, are you in a hurry, because I can ask someone else…” He said
“No, it’s okay, I guess I just walk fast. I actually have about half an hour before my exam.”
He looked at me curiously. “You go to school here?”
I smirked, “Yes, there are 5 lecture halls in the hospital.”
“And what do you do here? I thought you were just visiting, like me.”
I wondered who he was visiting, and why. But it would be awkward to ask; what if his friend had cancer, or an STD? He didn’t seem very sad. But you never know. So I refrained from asking that question, for now.
“I’m a medical student.” I smiled; I really liked my education here. I figured I could ask him what he did, that was a safe question. “What do you do?”
He was surprised. “I’m a musician.”
“What do you play?” I was impressed that he could make a living out of being a musician. And I was interested, because hey, he was an attractive guy. And an attractive guy behind an instrument was even better.
“I sing, and play the guitar”
I decided I’d provoke him a little bit. “Eh, too bad.”
He looked a bit muffled. “Why?”
“I used to drum. I love that sound. Guitar is… well it’s guitar.”
He was offended. I could help but smile. He was easy to fool. “You can’t mean that! Come on! Have you never listened to Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton…” He looked at me. “ You’re messin’ with me, aren’t you?”
I laughed. “Yes… Where are you from? I’m guessing it’s somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line?”
Now it was his turn to laugh. “Where did you learn that phrase? I can tell you’re a local.”
“Mark Knopfler has a beautiful song about the Mason-Dixon line. You know him? He’s the lead singer of”
He cut me off. “The Dire Straits.”
“Right, you’re a musician. I was joking about the guitar. I think it’s great that you can make music for a living. It’s got to be a dream come true.”
He was looking at me suspiciously, like he didn’t believe what I was saying. “Yes, it is. And I’m from Tennesee.”
“Yea, yea, I got the picture, I’m sorry I underestimated your music knowledge.”
He chuckled. It is ridiculous, but I really liked the sound of him laughing, so I snickered along with him. We were getting close to where he had to go, and I was already walking slower than I used to walk, just so that I could spend more time with this guy.
“So, your band is the reason you’re in the Netherlands?”
“Yes, we’re playing tonight in a place called Paradiso.”
“Seriously? You’re playing in Paradiso? That’s nice!” (I don’t know that many English words for good, so I stuck with ‘nice’)
He looked at me. There seemed to be some kind of connection, but after a couple of tense seconds, he coughed.
“Is it a good place to play?”
“Yes, it’s an old church which they turned into a bar or club, so the acoustics are great. But if you play in Paradiso, it means you actually have some success. What’s your band called?”
There was the insecure look again. Like I would walk away once I knew more about his life. But he seemed to trust me, because he gave me my answer.
“Kings of Leon.”
And there he was, looking at me again, like I would begin to scream. Which, of course, I wouldn’t do in front of other people. But I had been listening to Kings of Leon for a couple of years now. Why didn’t I recognize the guy? O right, I suck with faces and names.
“Ahh, nice music!”
He was baffled, but restored quickly.
“Thanks. You comin’ to the show tonight?”
I had to laugh; I was a student, with little spare time to stand in line for tickets, and little money.
“No, sorry, no money, and the tickets were gone pretty fast if I recall.”
I stopped walking. We were at building H, level 0, and room 027.
“So I guess I’ll wish you good luck for tonight.” I smiled at him while I started to turn away. He touched my arm.
“Hey! Thanks, and maybe you’d like to come tonight?”
My turn to be baffled.
“How?”
“I’m in the band,” He answered with a cocky smile, “I can put your name on the list.”
Did he just invite me? Yeah he did. No way in hell I was saying no to this gorgeous creature. But I could tease him a little.
“Well, I don’t know… I’ve got tons of studying to do…” I smiled, “No, I’d love to come. What time is it?”
There was the cocky smile again. This man was used to getting what he wanted. And If I had to guess, it was me. Which was flattering, but I wasn’t easy. I was looking forward to flirting with this guy!
“Be there 8 o’clock, and what’s your name?”
I smirked; I was getting an invitation from a guy whose name I didn’t even know.
“Alex van der Weg, pleased to meet you…?”
“Caleb Followill”
And with that I walked away to my lecture hall.
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