By Alexander Reed
“Adam, Adam, Adam!” the voices were resonating within the large hall after the concert.
Reporter Cam, broadcasting live “Ladies and gentleman, everyone is exited to talk to Adam
Lambert after the success of today’s show in New York.”
“Adam, care to talk about your impression on today’s concert? Did it surpass your
Walking fast, almost sliding on the red carpet, Adam came up to the group of reporters;
“Oh Yeah! It was amazing; we really worked hard this past few months to make this show as
crazy as possible. The fan’s reaction was everything we wanted and more, much more. I’m
Feeling the scoop, Cam fought hard to maintain her position as close to Adam as possible and
continued to ask questions;
“Where is the rest of the crew? I thought you guys were having an after concert party!”
“You seem to know everything,” Adam smirked. “Yes we’re heading there right away we have
tons of people waiting for us, everyone that’s been working with us, helping us to make this new
album, our friends and families. Tommy is right there,” Adam pointed towards a crowd of young
girls half screaming half crying Tommy’s name. “He always steals all the attention,” he laughed
slightly louder and instantly Adam’s name was being called louder than before.
A few members of the Official Adam Lambert Fan Club were waiting for him at the end of the
hall to get their every after concert autograph as they called it.
Having finished the interview with Cam and the other reporters, Adam looked for his crew and
saw them all being devoured by fans. Looking over the crowd of people Lambert’s heart skipped
a bit or two, the passion of the fans, their tears and smiles, all those flaming emotions came
overwhelming, rushing, screaming and breaking Adam’s tough star shell, he felt the blood rush
to his cheeks and his eyes getting fogy: