Trapped in your Fame...

Chapter 9

Wesley left me in the room while he went to help his crew pack up his things from the show. Mainly his bottles of water from stage and things fans threw on stage during the concert. He had another performance here the next day, and apparently there were some technical issues, so that had to get fixed before the show tomorrow.

Everything had stopped spinning a while ago and I was now scrolling through Twitter. Me, being curious, I searched up what happened.

Girl fainting at Wesley Jaron concert immediately pulled up dozens of videos and pictures of me on the ground. I saw as I fell to the ground, watched as Wesley stopped the concert, and eventually saw as I was carried backstage. It was embarrassing to say the least. I then, dumbly I should add, went through the comments of one of the videos.

Lots of them asked if I was ok, but most of them wanted to know who I was and what happened. I kept reading them until I came across a comment from one user who said, Imagine if this is the girl who he was with at the Bread Shoppe.

I stopped.

I didn't know that people knew about it.

I didn't even know about it, so that was what I searched up next. I was reading an article and staring at a picture of Me and Wesley drinking tea and eating out food, when Wesley sat down next to me.

"What are you looking at love?" He asked.

I jumped. "I didn't realize you were here. Just this." I showed him my phone and he took it and shook his head while reading it.

"I didn't want you to know about this," He said, handing my phone back. "I was going to tell you. How'd you find this?" He asked.

"I might have... possibly... completely... looked up videos." I admitted.

Wes chucked. "Of course you did."

I got butterflies in my stomach when a dimple I never noticed appeared on his right cheek.

"So, where were we before I had to leave?" He asked, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer.

"I mentioned how I lost my chance of seeing a live performance, and then you said not necessarily, we were kissing, then you left, and now we're here." I said, blushing when I mentioned that we had been kissing. It almost had been more than that.

"Ahh that's right. Want me to explain?" He asked. I nodded in response, but paused, "actually, I have a better idea."

"What?" I asked, a smile creeping on my face. Before he could tell me, the door then opened and Micah and other security guards walked in.

"Ready to go?" One of the guards asked. I didn't have a clue who.

"Go where?" I asked but no one answered me.

"There are still crowds of fans outside." Another guard said.

"We could stay longer." Said another guard.

The security guards were talking to Wesley and he was deeply involved in the conversation. He then stopped, and turned towards me. Probably remembering that I was here.

"Do you want to go home or not?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Not necessarily." If I would like to go home, we would have to wait until everyone was gone, but if I didn't then we could go now. I didn't understand how that made sense, but apparently it did to everyone else, so I went along with it.

"That settles it." With that, he stood up and took my hand in his. "We can leave now and go out the back door."

"Not an option. There are crowds of people out there. You'll be ambushed."