Messages To Joe | J.S

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Okay, they can still text because they have international contracts okay so don't get stressy
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Tuesday November 7th 2016:

When we arrived, it was just insane. Caspar and Joe were dropped off outside so they could walk by the huge queue of people but Larry - the driver - took me round to the car park so no one would see me get out.

I went inside as part of the crew alongside the security. The stage was tall and chunky but the rows say about a metre back.

'How many people is this again?' I asked, attempting to count just how many chairs were in the front row alone.

'Fifteen hundred,' a guy wearing a red SnapBack replied, continuing his conversation with the guys. As I listened in, I headed that fifty of the audience would be lucky enough to meet Jaspar after the Q&A.

'And how will that work?' Joe asked, sounding so serious and professional.

'Well, there will be a cardboard, shiny gold star under the chairs, you can put them out if you want to,' the guy - who I overheard was named Jamie - brought out a plastic tub filled with said stars and dropped them onto the ground.

'Amber, do you want to help me?' Caspar handed me a star from the box, 'you just walk where you want to put them, I'll bring the box.'

I had to admit, walking out into the rows of chairs was slightly terrifying however, even more so if they had actually been there. I felt bad for putting the stars in certain places because I was almost choosing the happiness of the evening for 50 people and the sadness for the rest of the 1,450.

'So,' Caspar laughed as I reached in for a new star, 'more on the Joe situation.'

'What about it?'

'You know when he said he loved you, did you think you should've said it back?' Putting the star under the 27th (I'd been keeping count) chair, I turned around to face him. Caspar had been like my counsellor and it felt so weird; he knew so much about me yet it wasn't neutral.

'No- well, I didn't really know I loved him until he said it to me, I still don't really know. It was just so quick and then it ended even faster,' I lowered my voice because we were walking back towards the stage.

'Caspar?!' Joe shouted.

'Yeah?'

'We're doing a run though, come down yeah?' Caspar whispered an apology and passed the box to me as I continued to put the stars around the room. The morning rolled on and eventually, the room was filled with screaming girls. Once everything had calmed down, the questions began to roll in.

'What was your favourite part of the film to make?'

'Well,' Joe said, 'my favourite part was actually when Caspar fell off the gondola which you will have seen in the trailer,' laugher.

'That really wasn't my favourite,' Caspar sneered but laughed too.

'What's the worst thing about being roommates?' I felt so bad, all these people would have their hearts broken when they discover the Jaspar household will be no more.

'Probably when Caspar doesn't clean up after himself,' Caspar rolled his eyes in reply.

'No! I always clean up, it's Joe who makes a mess!' The questions kept on coming until one took a little longer to answer, not really by Joe's choice though.

'Who was the girl in the taxi with you?'

'And who was that?' Joe laughed awkwardly, 'it must've been our tour manager,' another voice shouted out from the crowd.

'NO IT WASN'T, IT WAS JOE'S GIRLFRIEND!' Both my pulse and most probably Joe's was racing like mad. Would he tell them? No, he wasn't going to because once again, Caspar was going to put himself in it and try and help the situation.

'No, you're wrong,' Caspar spoke up, 'she's my girlfriend but she'd prefer to remain anonymous. So, if you get any photos or see us, please don't post them anywhere.' The whole auditorium went silent before Jamie began talking about the trailer. Both Joe and Caspar sent me two both very different glances and I knew I had to slip out of my front row seat and get some fresh air.