Sexual Favours with Michael Clifford

Chapter 2

Michael's P.O.V

I look down at the audience. I enjoy looking at them. They've helped us come so far and I'm so thankful for that. Almost directly downwards from me but a few rows back a see a very small gap in the crowd where a few people have stepped back from a girl. She's upset?
No. She's panicking. Some people aren't moving away from her or even acknowledging her. I watch her in concern as I see tear start to run down her small face and tries to push herself out of the place but can't. I can see she's not going to last much longer and her knees are going wobbly.
She looks up at me suddenly, as if she's begging for help.

I crouch down.

Everyone stares at me in awe and wonder of what I'm doing.

"Are you okay?" I say and then realise I don't have my mic on so mouth the words bigger. She won't want me telling the whole arena she's having a panic attack.
Her eyes go a little wide but she shakes her head and carries on trying to get out of the crowd. There are 3 other girls who are trying to go with her and get people out of the way but they can't.

I already know that the exit is way too far away, but security isn't. it's only a few metres away. My move is risky but I do it anyway, not caring if I get in trouble.
I signal and make gestures for them to make their way to security and guide them there, I then tell security to let them through. It was tough doing it all by mouthing and hand signals but we eventually worked it out.

Luke steps away from his mic and shouts into my ear.
"What was all that about?" I shake my head, dismissing him, and tell him I'll explain once we've finished.

Luke finishes with, "That's what I like about you, you, that's what i like about... yoouuu!" In his well trained squeaky high pitched note which i see half the girls start crying over. Does he even realize what effect that note has on the crowd or is he too caught up in the strings of his guitar and making sure his eyes are squinted as tight as you can.

I laugh a little as the thought goes through my head. The song finishes and we all laugh and smile together, we thank the crowd over and over, savoring every moment of it. It still amazes me as to how far we have come.

Shit.

The guys and girls raving beneath our feet have done all of this. It was only just over 2 years ago that we would have been performing to a crowd about 50 times smaller than the one who we are singing to now.

Holy crap. That's amazing. I honestly can't thank the fans enough, we have all been so grateful.

Plus they often buy us food which is a big bonus.

We take our bow then skip off stage waving at everyone. We jog back to our changing room and get our towels. We are dripping. We always are. It's gross. Especially Ashton. No one goes within a 2 meter radius of him until he makes some attempt at removing his post-drum sweat.

"So what was all that about during 'Good Girls'?" Luke questions as he begins to strip off his shirt and wipes his face with a fresh towel.

"Oh yeah, i'm gonna go find out if she's okay. This girl started having a panic attack in the audience, like really bad, but she couldn't get out and was really far from the exit so i got her friends to take her to security to get them backstage until she calmed down. She looked really stressed out and small and i didn't want to see her get trampled." I say getting a little carried away.

All the boys are staring at me now and Ashton has a deodorant can under his arm and it's as if he's got distracted because he hasn't stopped spraying it, it's gotta start burning at some point.

Luke pulls a clean black short sleeved shirt over his head and goes all sassy suddenly.

"Oh my gosh, Mikey has the hots for a fan?" He says smiling.