Sarah Smiles

Chapter 9

AN: So, this is the longest chapter I've written. So it's kind of long and possibly a bit boring, for which I apologise. I'm just writing as it comes and I haven't really got this editing thing down, because by the time i've finished writing, I barely have enough energy to do a spell check. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Vote, Comment, etc.

Love ya,

Sunny x

I sighed impatiently as nothing around me moved. Lucy sat in the passenger seat besides me, talking some nonsense about what she should wear. We were on our way to London to see Brendon and Spencer and we were stuck in a traffic jam. There had been an accident and we were waiting for the road to clear.  I was beginning to wonder if we would make it to the venue on time. We had to pick up our Access All Areas passes from the stage door when we arrived, if we got there at all.

Brendon had left us yesterday with a list of names and numbers and bits of information about where we were staying. It was all very exciting! Brendon had wanted us to be picked up and driven, but I’d insisted I drive my car. Just in case I wimped out and couldn’t face saying goodbye.

The car in front of us started to move and after a few seconds there was enough space in the road to keep going.

“Oh, thank goodness! I though we’d be stuck here all night!” Lucy exclaimed. “I hate traffic jams.”

“Me too. But hey, we’re moving now. We can still get there on time if the roads aren’t too bad from here on.”

We were a little later than I’d hoped arriving in London. The queue at the front doors of the venue was now quite short, most people having gone inside, but it didn’t sound like the warm up band had gone on yet. I parked the car and we went around the side of the building to look for the stage door. There were a few girls milling about outside the door, with a pretty scary looking security guard outside the door. I didn’t quite know what to do. I looked at Lucy, feeling uncomfortable.

“What do we do?” I whispered, feeling more than a little nervous.

“Ask him for our passes and go in.”

“What if he says no?”

“Then I’ll call Spencer and he’ll come and get us! Now go!” she shoved me and I slammed into the back of another girl. She turned round, glaring at me!”

“Watch it!” she yelled, threateningly.

“Sorry!” I squeaked meekly.

I scooted around her and went and stood in front of the security man. I know I’m short, but from right in front of him, he seemed HUGE.  He looked down at me and I took a deep breath.

“Hi, there should be some VIP passes here for me and my friend. Can we have them please?” I sort of scream-whispered. It was high pitched and breathy and completely creepy. The guy looked at me, frowning, then pulled out a clipboard from inside his coat. His pockets must have been huge!

“Name?” he practically grunted

“Sarah Wilcox and Lucy Robinson.” I smiled at him hopefully. He raised an eyebrow, then knocked on the door behind him. After a second, it opened. The security man turned around and muttered something to the man in the doorway. Then he looked back at us.

“In you go. Your laminates are inside and the boys are waiting to see you.”

I turned around to pull Lucy with me and was shot death glares by every girl waiting by the door. Just before the door was shut behind us, I heard the security guy say loudly

“Okay ladies, you might as well head in, because they’re not coming out any time soon. Go and enjoy the show.”

The door shut and we were in a corridor. It was boring and white and not as exciting as I’d imagined back stage to be. The man handed us our passes and told us not to loose them. I put mine around my neck and then followed him. I could hear the warm up band playing on stage. They sounded good, but there was little noise from the crowd. The corridor man, as I nicknamed him, led us through a maze of corridiors with doors everywhere until we reached one that said “Panic! At the disco” on it.