Two Worlds Collide

Part Five

Paris is a beautiful city. I think the heavens are helping me here. I get the chance to wow this beautiful city in arguably the most romantic city in the world. 

It's currently 10 am, and the show begins at 7 pm so that means from this moment I have 9 hours to put everything into place. I need to find a restaurant, I need a florist and I need some water to cure me of this nervous, nauseating feeling. 

The time seemed to fly by throughout the day, it felt like I blinked and it was 6 pm and time to leave for the concert. The only thing left to sort out is to convince Tate to give me a chance. I just hope no reporters have seen me and they spoil the surprise by plastering it all over Twitter before the show. I have been constantly checking my feed and there hasn't been a post yet so it looks like the coast is clear. 

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Arriving at the stadium is an exciting feeling. People are now taking pictures and they will be all over social media in seconds but I don't care now because the show starts in 10 minutes so I know Tate won't have her phone anymore. 

Security led me to my bay for the evening and it was within touching distance of the stage so surely she would notice me. 

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I was right as usual she noticed me straight away and was giving me mad eye contact the whole show. Maybe she's happy to see me?

The concert has around 3 songs left and it's just gone into a 5-minute interval because of an issue the band was having and before I know it I feel a tap on my shoulder. 

TM- And you asked if it was me stalking you?

L- I wouldn't call this stalking McRae just a fan showing some support

TM- At the end of the show, that security guard *points at a mountain of a man* will come to get you and bring you backstage, and then you can explain what you're really doing here.

L- Deal now get up there and sing for me, that's what I'm here for anyway.

She gives me another hug and then disappears back onto the stage. I already knew the media was going to be all over this, Tate just hugged me in the front row of her concert after 2 nights ago announcing that we were at the Manchester show. There is going to be so much publicity and speculation, but if my plan works- it'll all be worth it. 

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The lights all turn off and the arena lights turn on. There is a group of girls behind me that are all asking for pictures and autographs so of course I sign them and take a few selfies. But as I'm going through, I see the security guard Tate mentioned approaching me. Apologising to fans for having to leave has always been hard for my conscience. I always feel so guilty. 

Security: Miss Williamson, follow me, please

He shields me through the crowds and through the side door where I'm greeted by Tate and a few other people who were later introduced as her mum, Tanja, and brother, Tucker. They were just as polite and well-mannered as Tate. Maybe it's a Canadian thing? 

I have never felt so nervous in my life.

TM- So this is why you haven't messaged me for two days?

L- I am a bad liar, if I hadn't spoke to you then I couldn't have ruined the surprise

TM- Hm I don't know whether to forgive you

L- Give me a few hours of your time and if you don't want to forgive me by the end then you'll never see me again. Deal?

TM- So I'm supposed to believe that you bought a flight, hotel, and a new concert ticket just to get here and take me out?

L- Is that a bad thing?

Looking around, Tate's mum and brother are both still standing in the room and I just hope all of my efforts are recognised by them because never in my life did I imagine I would fly to a different country to get a girl, let alone a Canadian girl. 

Tate finally got changed and agreed to come on my adventure with me. She has no idea how much has gone into this, I hope she enjoys it.

(A.N What happens on their date?

Thank you all for your interactions, please let me know if you have any ideas)