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27

Tonya's POV

We arrived at this really big stadium. It honestly kind of made me a bit anxious, I'd never been at a place with this many people before.

Sure, I've went to football games but those guys aren't nearly as popular as The Jacksons are right now. The parking lot was packed so I could already imagine what the inside would be like once fans started piling in.

I saw Marlon look over at me with a grin. "You ready, Ton?" He questions me and I nod with a smile, feeling my nervousness subside a little just by his warm smile.

"Yeah, I know you guys are gonna kill it," I tell him.

"Yeah, that is, if Jermaine doesn't kill our whole show," I hear Tito murmur, making me exhale a laugh.

"Come on, y'all, he might do good. You never know," I defend Jermaine, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt despite how weirdly he acts towards me sometimes. Although the bickering is funny sometimes, I don't like to see them fight like that all the time.

"Yeah, what Tonya said," Jermaine pipes up, agreeing with me.

"Alright, y'all, enough yapping. Let's go in," Randy says, opening the tour bus door.

We all follow after him, walking in 'Jackson' style. I honestly feel so cool walking with the brothers like this.

Michael gave me a medical face mask to wear to conceal my identity because like every other group, they have some.. not very good 'fans' and I wasn't sure if I was ready for the world to know that I'm The Jackson's' mystery girl.

Once we're outside approaching the stadium, we're all suddenly surrounded by fans and paparazzi. It makes me nervous, and I try to walk fast enough so I don't lose the boys.

They're all blocked by the railing though, and there's body guards around, so they can't get to us.

I can hear them all yelling at the brothers, some asking nice questions, some questions really inappropriate and disrespectful. I also hear some of them asking who I am, too. It's all quite loud so I'm hoping we reach the entrance soon.

Wait, where'd Marlon go? And Jermaine? I don't see Randy either. I end up not being able to see any of them anymore and I grow worried. Oh lord, where did they go?

Soon, I feel hand around my waist and it startles me until I look over to see that it's Marlon.

He nods at me with a smile that gives me butterflies as he protectively pulls me a bit closer so we won't lose each other again.

Once the boys and I make our way inside the stadium, we manage to get backstage. Luckily there weren't fans inside since we're early because the guys obviously need time to get ready.

We reach backstage, and I see lots of things, like makeup, mirrors, costumes and loads of technical equipment, like microphones and lights. I also spot some people that I assume to be makeup artists, hairstylists, and things of that nature.

Suddenly, I feel Marlon take both my hands in his and look into my eyes with a grin. His smile is so contagious I can't help but mimic him.

"You can sit anywhere. It's about another hour before the show starts. We've gotta get ready," he explains, making me nod. I decide to have a seat on a comfy-looking beanbag that's nearby.

I watch as the boys go off to another small room to put on their costumes. Marlon's the first to come out. He looks really nice, as always.

Then, the rest of the boys shortly follow after. They're all so handsome, but I know who I've got my eyes on.

Now, they're all getting their makeup done by their makeup artists. I can't help but admire Marlon, and I can see him smirk at me from the mirror.

The makeup artist who's doing Marlon's makeup finishes after a while, and turns him around in his chair to face me.

She looks at me expectantly without a word. What's she asking..? I look confused for a little until the makeup artist starts to say something.

"Doesn't he look so handsome?" She asks me with a smile, and of course, I have to agree.

"Yes ma'am, very," I giggle. Marlon grins at my response, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. He's beautiful, really.

"Are you a friend of his? A girlfriend?" The woman asks. I can feel my cheeks getting hot at the question, smiling shyly. "Uh.." I trail off.

"We're best friends," Marlon clarifies, "but she can be my girlfriend if she wants to." He playfully winks at me, sickeningly flirty as always, but I can't get enough of him.

The makeup artist chuckles and smirks at me. "Well, you two would be cute together," she says, turning Marlon back around to make some finishing touches.

I'm left to my thoughts for a moment and start to wonder how it would be like to be Marlon's girlfriend. I wouldn't mind it being true.

And with the way he looks at me, I can't help but get a feeling that he definitely wasn't joking.