"They're up! I've just seen them getting ready over there," my PA told me matter-of-factly.
We were seated in the front rows where actors and VIPs usually sat. I followed her thumb pointing at the backstage. I nodded, and then shifted my gaze from the door to the stage. It was decorated in a not so light way. The stage seems too dim. All that can be seen were the lights on the edges. There was a puffing ice smoke that adds up to the total misty theme of the night. The crowd was humming in the background as they wait for the next show. The front stage was loaded mostly of teen gals who had been screaming all night- matter of factly the whole center was packed of teen gals and I consider myself one of them.
"It was a good thing we had these seats, I totally love this," she conveyed.
Savanna is five years older than I am. She's a typical blonde with those pale blue eyes, slender with curves to die for, an American to be exact. A good and efficient assistant. She seems a little old to be reacting like a teenager. I rolled my eyes before looking at her and frowned. I never got any problems or what so ever on ticket reservations in any events. It pays off when you have a wide range of connection. She stared back at me then shrugged. Why were they in the backstage? They were supposed to be here just like everyone else's. This thought gave me a chill that ran down my spine.
"Why were they in the backstage? Weren't they supposed to be seated here together with the audience?" I finally blurted out. I had personally chosen our seats. I made sure we would only be away for a few blocks.
"The staff said they were just trying to avoid much attention. They also ditched walking down the red carpet for photos. They were seen sneaking through the backdoor."
"But they usually seat here with the audience, what's their problem?"
"Some of the guys at the back pointed out that the two were having a fun night together. They're just hanging out comfortably in the corner."
Another question was popping out in my head when the hosts of the show went to their posts in preparation for the next award. I was hardly paying any attention to all the bluffs of the presenter. It was only then that I caught up to what was happening when I heard the sudden eruption of applause inside the center. My gaze shifted toward the stage just in time to see Timothy, Jaymes and Cedrick emerge from the backstage.
Timothy came from the left while both Cedrick and Jaymes appeared from the right. I watched as Cedrick held both Timothy's and Jaymes' hands in the air. The fans seem to smack their hands together roughly to produce a shrill of applause. I almost threw my hands to cover my ears from the earsplitting sound of roars from the crowd. Savanna was suddenly on her feet bouncing. The trio smiled at the crowd merrily. I focused my eyes to Cedrick and Jaymes.
Jaymes was wearing an outfit which consisted of black leather trousers and a blue blazer with printed detail. She teamed the pieces with a plain top and pointed toe kitten heels (heels? On the stage? Not sneakers...that's a first). She wore her brunette tresses with a side parting, she fashioned a stand-out braid on her right side and left her wavy strands to hang over her face on her left. Her pale green eyes were more of o smokey grey. It could be because of her make up or of the light which ever maybe.
