When You Look Me In The Eyes

It's Go Time

Izzy's POV

I stood there with my mouth gaping in shock from the proverbial kick in the nuts that B delivered for what seemed like forever until Meg grabbed my hand and pulled me into the arena.

(Meg) ok first off , PRAY that your little encounter just now doesn't end up on the net tonight, that is not exactly the best way to start off the tour or a relationship with the most popular Jonas. You do realize a ton of fans and paps saw the bonus Jonas just hand you your ass

(Isabelle) I ... I just didn't want her to run in and start stuff between Nick and I before the concert...I didn't realize I would be bringing on the wrath of B in front of a live studio audience. Did you hear what she said?

(Meg) girl, pray I'm the only one who did

(Isabelle) *teary* great….

(Meg) well, no time to cry about it now…meet and greet starts soon and we need to make sure the boys have water and sharpees *hands Izzy a pair of scissors* those are for you

(Isabelle) scissors?

(Meg) one of our jobs…once we have the boys situated that is, is to snip wristbands at the meet and greet. The ubers will fuss and ask to keep them as a souvenir…the answer is no,got it?

(Isabelle) k…seems simple enough

(Meg) good deal…now lose the tears, it's go time

Isabelle’s Inner Monologue

Well, here I am getting ready to attend my first concert ever….sorta…ISH…But, I guess if I'm going to sorta ISH attend a concert it might as well be a Jonas Brothers one. Gauging from the sheer volume of fans this promises to be one heck of a production...of course I'm sure I would enjoy this experience more if I were less behind the scenes….but…someone has to keep this concert moving smoothly….and I am apparently one of those someone’s so I guess I should feel some level of accomplishment. I doubt any of these fans really understands how much work goes into a single concert. Today alone I had to come to the arena and go over the boys rider to make sure everything was ready and accounted for, I assisted with the setup of the stage and apparently since I'm the gymnast, that deemed me the most qualified to be the test dummy for the trap door…fun by the way. Although, I bet money Joe wont make it this whole tour without gouging a leg or arm when he falls through….its just common sense really. I also helped set up lighting which was fun at first…then it became like some mean game of flashlight tag. I don’t get how the boys deal with those blinding lights. I'd never make it as a rockstar…not without the aid of sunglasses. After setting up lighting we set up the merch …who buys this stuff anyway…its so expensive! That’s like buying a leo at a competition …not to mention, I see Jonas stuff at discount stores like Walmart…why pay $35 for a tee when you can get one at Walmart for $7? I guess its that “Uber” madness I have been warned about….after the merch was set up it was off to the store for a few items needed on the bus. When I got back I was able to squeeze in time to make up with Nick which was nice but then promptly interrupted by work when Joe, of course, busted his elbow jumping off the stage…WHY? No clue…why he is allowed to do anything on stage besides stand and sway back and fourth like a kid at a 5th grade dance is beyond me. The boy is an accident waiting to happen. So bandaged the booboo…thank goodness he is wearing long sleeves tonight…lets see….ah yes…then it was off to prepare wardrobe for the show tonight….after that I had my lovely run in with Bailey…that was probably my favorite part of the day….NOT and now I stand here with my trusty scissors snipping off the wristbands (and crushing the souls) of hundreds of screaming crying girls…all professing their undying love to the boy I have put my entire life on hold for….I must be some sort of masochist.