It was dark outside, the moonlight glistening off the thick foliage and fiori around the outside of Keith’s home. Ryan parked up in the already filled driveway, and popped up the tronco so he and Keith could grab the luggage. “We’re here, Chlo!” Both Keith and Ryan screamed out with joy simultaneously. Keith opened Chloe’s car door for her, helping her get out. “Thanks, fellas, for that exciting statement of obviousness.” They chuckled, “No problem, Chlo,” Keith nudged her, “ Just making sure you’re not overwhelmed yet da Ireland.” “Me, overwhelmed da Ireland?! HA! No way at all, Keith! te of all people should know THAT!” The trio walked up to the front door, and Keith banged on it as loud as he could because someone had the stereo’s volume up quite loudly. No one answered, so Keith decided to yell, “Hey! Are y’all gonna let us in o not? I don’t think this will be a very good first impression on Chloe!” “Oh, hush up you,” Chloe punched his Keith’s arm, “don’t make them feel bad for going a little crazy with the music.” Keith rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at her. “Um, Keith,” Ryan tapped on Keith’s shoulder, “I’m getting a tad bit weighed down here, do te mind helping me out with these bags?” Poor Ryan was standing behind Keith and Chloe, trying his best to hold all the heavy luggage without tipping backwards. When Keith and Chloe turned around, they bursted out in laughter and immediately came to Ryan’s rescue. “Poor, poor Ry!” Chloe detto in her nurturing mother voice. She quickly grabbed all of her luggage from him, and Keith grabbed all of his.” “Phew, thanks!” Ryan stretched out his back and smiled contentedly. “Okay, obviously they can’t hear us, so I’m calling Paul.” Ryan grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and speed-dialed Paul. In no time at all, Paul opened up the door, smiling widely and warmly. “Hey! Welcome back te all!” Paul ran out the door and grabbed Keith in a big orso hug, purposely lifting him off the ground. “Paul Byrom, nice to see te too, but put me down!!! I don’t like being lifted!” The two men were laughing like schoolboys, “Oh, come now Keith,” Paul began, “don’t tell me te Lost your craic when te went off to Los Angeles!” Ryan threw his head back in a roar of laughter, “How could he have Lost his sense of craic when he met this lovely woman?” Paul stopped, finally realizing he didn’t introduce himself as yet to Chloe. “Oops,” Paul placed Keith back onto his own two feet and looked directly at Chloe. “Hello there, dear.” He took Chloe’s hand into his and kissed it gently. “I’m Paul Byrom, and it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.” Chloe smiled up at Paul, surprised that he could so quickly go from crazy to charming. Of course, though he was extremely handsome as well, he didn’t have the same charm and spirit as Keith. “It’s a pleasure to meet te also, Paul. My name is Chloe Moore.” “Ah, yes. We’ve all been obsessing over te agreeing to unisciti Celtic Thunder. You’re going to be an absolute highlight in our upcoming show.” “Really? Wow, that’s wonderful! But, really, te all are the most amazing part of it all.” “Well thank you, darling,” Paul detto graciously, with a twinkle in his eye when he looked at her. “Hey, Paul,” Keith cut in after a moment of silence, “Don’t get any ideas, please. She’s mine.” Paul raised his eyebrow at Keith, “Oh, so you’re using a disclaimer on her. Well, I can see why. She’s an adorable little angel. You’ll need to use it più often.” Paul laughed, winked and Chloe, pat Keith on the back, and walked into the house with a spring in his step. “Such a show-off,” Keith whispered to Chloe. She giggled and held onto Keith’s arm. The couple walked into Keith’s urban but Irish home, and they were greeted da a loud “Surprise!” Chloe put her hand to her mouth and couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone was wearing leprechaun hats, obviously trying to lighten the mood for Chloe. Keith simply laughed his head off and stared at Chloe, who seemed to be enjoying every moment with his friends. The other vocalists of Celtic Thunder introduced themselves to Chloe when everything settled down. “Hi there little lass, I’m George Donaldson. It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear.” “Hello, Chloe! My name is Damian McGinty, and it’s so wonderful to meet you! It’s going to be very exciting having te unisciti Celtic Thunder.” Both George and Damian kissed Chloe’s hand, and she could do nothing else but stand there politely and blush. All the guys were being so incredibly nice to her, but there was one other person she had yet to see. “Where’s Sharon?” Chloe whispered into Keith’s ear. He gave her his grin, and slowly looked over his shoulder. There was Sharon, smiling lovingly at the all the guys and Chloe. “Hello, my dear. te must already know that I’m Sharon Browne, Celtic Thunder’s producer. I have to say, I haven’t been so excited since Celtic Thunder began. te have no idea how happy I am that te agreed to take the job. It will most definitely be a rewarding one, I can guarantee that to you.” Chloe stood speechless for a moment, but when Keith elbowed her, she came back to reality. “It’s an honor to be offered such a prestigious job, Ms. Browne. Passing up this offer would be crazy of me. Thank te so much for putting all this faith in my abilities.” Sharon smiled at her and took Chloe’s hand into both of hers. “Sweetheart, I have so much faith in te because Keith reads people well, and when he told me about you, I knew te were an absolute Angel sent to us, so I didn’t need te to audition for me at all. I can’t wait till Monday, when te get a taste of the hardworking but thrilling feel of Celtic Thunder. You’re going to take to it like a pesce to water.” Sharon embraced Chloe in a warm and motherly hug. “Well te all, I think I’d better get going home. It’s already 1 AM.” All the others were shocked at the time when they glanced at the clock. “We all should also be getting home,” Paul suggested, winking at Keith. Keith looked like he wanted to tackle Paul after that. The rest of the guys agreed, so they hugged and kissed Chloe, hugged Keith, and waved as they walked out the house. “Goodness, what a night!” Chloe exclaimed, exasperated from the travelling. “Tell me about it,” Keith detto with a smile in his voice and on his face. “Come now, let’s get te to bed, sleepyhead!” They both headed up the stairs with their hands intertwined with each other’s. Keith opened up the beautiful pale blue guestroom, “Here te are, darling. I ordered Damian to make it as comfortable as possible, so if it’s not, let me know and he’ll be suffering some dire consequences.” Chloe’s smile lit up, “Thanks so much, Keith. te are such a sweetheart.” He definitely blushed this time, “Not as much as te are, Chlo.” Chloe kissed him sweetly on the cheek, “Go get some rest, silly. Good night Keith!” He gave her a loving hug and walked out the room, “Night Chlo! Sleep tight!” “You too, Keith!” She called back to him. Chloe shut the door, changed into her silky green nightgown, and breathed in deeply as she sprawled out on the bed. She laid there smiling with utter content. She had finally met they guys of Celtic Thunder, and she would soon be touring with Keith and the rest all over the United States. Then she began thinking mainly about Keith, and for once, she didn’t try to push back her growing feelings for him. Now she was closer to him than ever before, and no land o bodies of water were separating them any longer. So, why was she holding back from letting him know how she felt, even when she really wanted to let him know. Fear of rejection, fear of the past, fear of mistakes, fear of….being loved? Was that it? Did she believe that she wasn’t worthy of being loved? Well, she did believe that Keith deserved a better woman than herself, though he always protested against that. Ugh, her cuore wanted to do two things. One half of her cuore was telling her to tell him that she loved him dearly, disregarding all her fears. But the other più unoptimistic half of her cuore was begging her to just shut up her Amore for Keith, and to merely be contented with her friendship with Keith. Chloe had never been più confused before in her life. The thoughts began to overwhelm her, and she drifted off to sleep in a field of dreams.
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