I followed Clay’s limo as it pulled into the back of the restaurant. It parked along the edge of the wall. The driver pulled out a newspaper, leaned back in his seat, and began to read.

I ran and hide behind a dumpster. Clay would be finishing dinner soon and I was gonna grab him as soon as he walked past the dumpster. I giggled and rubbed my hands together. They were sweaty. Oh no, I was getting nervous. What would Clay think if I started to sweat and stink! I dug through the dumpster until I found something suitable to rub on myself. In the middle there was a box of strawberries that were fresh enough. I rubbed them on my armpits and prayed it would work.

A man walked by. He stopped, came back, and handed me a 5 dollar bill.

“Excuse you!” I yelled. “I’m not homeless!”

He glared and reached for the money.

I yanked it out of his reach. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take the money.”

“You said you weren’t homeless. I don’t just give money to non-homeless people.”

He grabbed the bill, but I held tight to my end of it.

“Indian giver!” I shouted.

“Give me my money back!!”

“I need this money! Tonight’s the night I meet Clay!”

We yanked back and forth until the bill ripped in two.

He grumbled and marched off with his broken half.

A few minutes later, a tall shadow appeared out of nowhere and hovered over me. It couldn’t be Seacrest. I thought to myself. Too tall.

A wave of fear rushed over me.

“Vote for me.” The voice said, gruffly.

“What?”

“Vote for me. 1-866-IDOLS-05 ”

The shadow moved into the light.

“Calls are toll free from landlines.” He whispered softly.

It was Constantine Maroulis.

My screams echoed off the walls.

I jumped out from behind the dumpster and took off running.

“I only vote for Clay!” I shouted as I ran around the side of the building.

I ran around the block a few times, then headed back towards the alley.

I crept up to the corner of the building and peaked around the corner. Constantine was gone and so was Clay’s limo.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I fell to my knees and wept.

I shook my first towards the area where Constantine had been standing. “I’ll get you for this Constantine Maroulis!! You’ll rue the day!!!!”

A car pulled up beside me and the passenger door opened. I stuck my head in the door Seacrest was driving. “Hey sunshine.” He greeted me.

“You and your whole Idol institution are evil!” I yelled. “…. Is that a booster seat?”

“No! It’s padding!” He blushed. “I have tender buttocks.”

“I don’t want to hear about your buttocks. I’ve had a bad night.”

“Oh by the way, Constantine wanted me to give you this.” He handed me a cell phone. I opened it and a small piece of paper fell out.

It read ‘Vote for me’.

“No!” I threw the phone out of the window and made Seacrest back over it.

I turned the note over and noticed something written on the back. “P.S. I programmed Clay’s personal, personal number into the phone. The number only his closest personal friends have.”

“Nooooo!!”

I tried to piece the cell phone back together, but there was no use.

I cried all the way home.