On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch26- Haunted.

Neon Lights Tour, February 11th, SAP centre San Josè, California. Show #2. 10:49am, Backstage.

DEMI'S POV

I lied there absentmindedly, schedules, interviews and setlists flying through my head at rapid speed while my guitarist and friend laid with her head tucked into my shoulder and arm, sleeping away. I will admit, I was beginning to completely lose feeling in my arm, the pins and needles starting to make themselves known. One headphone remained tucked into my ear as a once again unknown song projected from her phone. It wasn't bad I will admit, and knowing Carson, she'd have all the tricky melodies and riffs that were playing behind the lyrics and bridge figured out and memorised. I mean, every song I had ever asked for, she played without a second thought. She began to shuffle slightly, her face becoming visible as-

My observation was immediately cut short as the door flew open, revealing the chaos that lined the hallways beyond it with a bearded, long-haired man wearing a t-shirt labelled 'Tech' slightly obscuring the view. Behind him, people were walking with crates- carrying wound up cords and chatting loudly as they set up for the next show.

I made eye contact with the man in the black shirt, after he finished casing the room. He took in the sight of me lying on the couch with Carson peacefully tucked into my side and grimaced slightly. "Sorry!" He whispered, not looking very apologetic. I just smiled slightly as he quietly rushed in, going over to a box I never previously saw in the corner and flicking a switch. Once he deemed his work complete, he quickly walked back to the door, shooting a slight wave in our direction as he walked into the hall- the door quietly shutting behind him.

Carson hadn't even moved a muscle at the loud racket and was snuggled in tighter, if that was at all possible- her face now visible to me. The thought made me smile though.

Her expression was one I hadn't seen before. She looked at peace, something that was new, and weird considering Carson is one of the least troublesome person I know- well, in the sense that she doesn't let things bother her. She is one of the most troublesome people I know when comes to actually causing trouble. It's weird how you don't notice how much baggage a person is carrying until you see them without it.

I groan as I find a more comfortable position for myself. Sighing internally at this moment of comfort and bliss. Everything just felt strangely perfect right now, and I was admittedly still in shock that Carson was here actually sleeping on top of me right now, and did so without much of a fight. She has a near heart attack if I give her a hug, let alone this. Letting the thoughts go, I relaxed into the armrest of the sofa and closed my eyes, taking a moment away from the world filled with expectations.

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11:27am

A large movement was what brought me from my light slumber next, jostling me around slightly. "Cars, stop moving." I slurred, pulling myself tighter against her, enthralling in the moment. It seemed to do the trick, as she immediately stopped. "Oh shit." I mumbled, realising what may happen if I am M.I.A for too long.. Yet, I began to fall victim to the heavy tugging at my eyelids and began to drift off again when a slight knock resounded from the door as it creaked open.

I let out a huff of air, and switched my head around so I was facing the door, sliding from Carson's grip slightly and making eye contact with Natalie as she leaned against the frame, a slight smirk and mirth mingling over her face.

"Mmmmmm." I unintelligibly mumble as a greeting, seeing my assistant leaning against the frame. The hallways were just as busy, if not worse than last time, jostling behind her with an ordered chaos.

"I'm not disrupting something am I?" She asked, the smirk still present as ever.

I looked around at the situation I found myself in. I was sitting up slightly, but my arm was still trapped on the couch, next to Carson's body, holding up my weight. I knew what she was implying, but I wasn't dare going to give her the pleasure or ammo of my reaction. "Nope, not really."