"I need you to watch the backdoor for me. You never know what the fans are going to do until they do it."
I heard the head security guard yelling at me from down the hall.
"Alright, I got you." I dont think he heard me, but he knows I have no choice but to listen to him.
I'm one of the security guards for the Staple's Center, and there having a One Direction concert tonight. Although I wont be able to see any of the members of the band, I will still get to here them.
I'm now stuck standing by the back door, watching for fans trying to sneak in.
We would start letting people in in about an hour, and the concert started 3 hours from now, and its going to last a good 2 hours or longer. So I'm stuck back here for about 6 hours.
I was standing by the door when I heard it open, and I was blinded by an extremely bright light, that seemed to get brighter, the wider the door opened.
"You can't come in through the backdoor, you will have to go through the doors in the front of the center." I recited the line that we are required to say when people come in back here, and we said it alot.
The door shut and I could see the person that had opned the door, and I was speechless.
"Is that so?" His voice was deep, but a little raspy, like he'd been yelling for an hour or two.
"Ummm. . . Yes, you will have to go back out and walk around to the front and enter through there."
"So you can't just let me through, just this one time?"
"No, i'm sorry." My voice cracked like I was just hitting puberty, how embarassing.
"Come on Kyle, just let me go through."
"How do you know my name?" I said very matter of factly.
"I umm. . . I. . ."
"Well? I'm waiting."
He turned around and rushed out of the backdoor.
"That was weird." I wasn't directing that to anyone really, just speaking my thoughts, wich I did alot.
The rest of the concert was completely uneventful. All I did was sit in a chair and count the ceiling tiles, like I do everytime I work the backdoor. There were 56, still.
When the concert was over, we had a brief meeting, making sure everything was okay, and then I finally got to go home. I lived in an apartment close to the Staple's Center, so it wasn't very far.
I walked out of one of the doors on the side of the center, and headed for my car. I stopped walking when I saw someone leaning on my car, and it wasn't just anyone, it was that guy that came in the back door before the concert.
He looked up at me, while I just stood there with my mouth tightening, this was getting creapy. How did he know my name, and which car was mine. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, counted to three, and released it.
I opened my eyes to see that the guy wasn't on my car anymore, and I didn't see him anywhere.
"This is too much." I said, again, talking to myself, not really expecting a response, but I got one from a very familiar, raspy voice.
"What's too much?"
