Once the curtains are closed I immediately find her in our rush backstage.
"Hey, don't leave." I touch Tina's shoulder, feeling everyone jostle around us, feeling a few people from production probably trying to rush me. "We're just gonna freshen up then we'll go to the bar here."
"Okay." She nodded with a smile and that was good enough for me. I walked off with whoever the hell was rushing me away. God, I could picture Brandon was probably practising his shouting in the mirror in my dressing room.
"What the hell was that?!" Brandon demanded as I drank about half a litre of water in my dressing room. "You ran twenty minutes over!"
"C'mon, Brandon...you gotta admit it was fun."
"Fun's not the point. We have a schedule for a reason so things run as smoothly as possible!" I could feel my eyes glaze over, yeah, now feels like the right time for me to zone out.
"–you understand?" I zoned back in to find him looking right at me. It could have only been five minutes. It could have been fifty minutes, who knew?
i sat up and looked him in the eye. "Yeah."
"You weren't listening, were you?"
"Of course I was! What do you take me for?" I bluffed. "I just got over excited...you know how I am at times. Next time I'll try and tone down...my...antics..."
God, I'm so convincing. Where's my Oscar?
"...I'll take it." Brandon decided getting up and walking to my door. He's known me long enough to know my attention was always all over the place after I finished a concert. There was no way he'd get me to concentrate on this conversation right now. I was a lost cause. "It was a great show, enjoy your night. Try not to go too out of control" And with that he left.
"...out of control? I have no idea what you're on about..." I laugh to myself and take a quick shower. Once I'm changed I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I call out.
It was Phil. "Hey."
"Good show, huh?" I ask looking at him through my mirror as I tried to fix my curls.
"Yeah, great show."
I dropped my hands from my hair and gave him my full attention. Something else was on his mind.
"What's up?" I ask and turn around leaning back on the vanity table.
"Who was that girl?"
"What girl?" There was no point pleading ignorance, this guy was my best friend, he knew what was on my mind before I even knew what was on my mind most the time.
"Pretty, brunette, drunk friend, requested Tiny Dancer." He listed off his fingers. "Also pretty sure you dedicated Marry You to her."
"Ah...I believe that the assistant I gave the tickets to from Mode. I still can't believe she stumped us with that song." I shake my head with a shrug. "What kind of musicians are we if we don't know every type of Tiny Dancer?"
"Bruno--"
"Phil." I return with raised eyebrows, my high plummeting at a record rate. "Relax, she wasn't a fan and I just wanted to change her mind. Alright? We'll have a few drinks, celebrate the concert. I mean, we do owe her a drink, right?"
Phil narrows his eyes at me, like he's trying to read between the lines. I hope he can't. "...we do." He said hesitantly.
We then head out the door and meet Jamareo on the way. I see Tina with two other girls off to the side with their backs turned to us. I take the moment to take her in, probably not the best idea with Phil next to me, oh well.
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Glassheart - Bruno's Version of Events| bruno mars.
Fanfikce"And she was like the first cigarette. You don't know what you're doing at first and before you know it; you're addicted." Companion to Glassheart.
