A Popstar's Love

Chapter 3

The first couple of minutes in the car were filled with Chelsea and I's laughter from my vivid reenactment of my escape. And while she changed the station, I shoved my feet into my shoes. The rest of the ride there was filled with an electric feel to the air from our excitement. It positively crackled around us as we told stories, sang songs, and laughed. Every once in a while, when silence descended on us, I had this strange compulsive urge to laugh. So I did. Chelsea would follow suit after giving me a strange look.

It should've taken an hour but it felt like minutes to pull into the parking garage we had been directed to. And now that we're here I felt my nerves start to eat at me. Every couple of minutes was spent glancing down at the bright little screen, half expecting the little phone icon to pop up and tell me that my mother had left a scathing voicemail for me to listen to. My phone was near hot from how much I had been messing with it by the time we actually found a spot.

"Stop worrying, sheesh." Chelsea's voice cut through my racing thoughts. She'd obviously caught on to what was bothering me. "She's not gonna find out."

My mouth twists into a small smile as she turns off the car. She's probably right. My mom wouldn't have any reason to believe I'd have snuck out anyways. Unless she has some weird sixth sense that I'd snuck out...

I unbuckle my seatbelt and clamber out of the car. My wallet and everything else are shoved into my left pocket, the phone in my right. I wait by the trunk for Chelsea to lock the car. The resounding 'meep' let me know that we could get moving towards the elevators.

It's hot and muggy in the parking garage. Perspiration almost immediately spots across my upper lip and forehead as we start to walk. Voices and cars echo all around the concrete structure; all heading towards the same destination.

"I'm so excited," she says, cutting through our silence. She's fiddling with her dress now, pulling it down a little bit more from where it had ridden up in the car. People have slowly started to converge into one large group. Is that Julia from math? "We actually get to see him in person. How many other people can say that?"

"Probably a good handful if it happens at every concert." My answer was met with a small glare. Apparently it was supposed to be a rhetorical question. I quickly change my response to a new one. "I mean, we're the only ones ever that get to see him in person. And once he enters the room it'll be like a movie moment where your eyes will meet his an- Ow!" She may have been smaller but damn could she pack a punch. Or maybe I was just weak... I'd like to prefer the latter.

"Shut the hell up! I said nothing about that." Chelsea snapped. I raise my eyebrows at her whilst rubbing the spot on my arm where I had just been brutally assaulted. "While it would be nice..."A quick toss of her hair accompanied her admittance.

"Aha! See! You do want it." My glee-filled voice was met with the clicking of her heels on the cement floors and her noise pointedly stuck up in the air. So maybe she didn't appreciate that. "I'm sure it'll be fun.." I'm not sure if I say that to reassure her or me more. Or if I just say it to fill the silence that hangs between us. But, I'm not usually one for big crowds. Not that they bother me it's just... They're so loud and if they're teenagers they're crude. Needless to say it can ruin the experience.

We pause in front of the metallic elevator doors with the other ten or so of us and wait for them to open. It takes a second. The lights ping on each floor as they go down and then, finally, start coming back up. Someone in the back complains about it being slow. His friend, or maybe girlfriend, tells him it's because they're gathering more people on different floors. She's probably right. But it doesn't make it any less annoying.

Finally, finally, the metallic doors slide open and we're able to crowd inside. Chelsea and I are crammed into the corner to allow more room for people to climb on. When we make it to our floor everyone's quick to shuffle off the stuffy elevator.

"Now what?" I question as Chelsea and I meander along with the small crowds of people milling about.

"Dunno. Suppose we head to our seats..." She motions over vaguely to an entrance where a few people were seen to be entering. But it was thirty minutes before the concert and it seemed like an eternity for me to be sitting in a seat for.

"I guess we could." I say reluctantly. Maybe we could look at some of the merchandise while inside to kill some time.

It was cooler inside than it was outside. Lots of people were clustered in groups and chatting away with each other. Voices floated up above everyone and drifted throughout the building. People that were already in their seats were chatting away or on their phones doing god knows what.

"Well isn't this fun!" I mutter.

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The concert had been amazing. Of coarse there were some aspects of it that were iffy to say the least. Like that one girl that had tried to run onto the stage only ten minutes in. Or the thousands of screaming girls that had caused a headache that felt like someone was repeatedly hitting the inside of my head with a mallet...

Chelsea and I were backstage, having been escorted back there by two very nice looking body guards. That was only my opinion of coarse. They'd left us in a decent sized room filled with instruments of all sorts and a set of black leather sofas and chairs in the middle of it all. We'd taken our time investigating it before Chelsea went to go sit down, almost disappearing within the sofa from how cushy it was.

"This place is amazing." I remark, running my fingers along the chords of a guitar on the wall. "Do you think this is where all the popstars go?"

Chelsea sits up from where she had begun to lounge on the couch. "Dunno, maybe. Could be why they have so many instruments in here." I grunt in response, my interest taken elsewhere as my eyes zero in on the piano in the corner of the room. Truthfully I'd seen it as soon as I'd walked into the room. I'm not sure how anybody could miss something so big... But I had to give my time to the rest of the room too.

As I lifted the fall board up I expected to uncover a layer of dust atop the keys but only found a glossy finish over them. With a soft hum I let my fingers play a little tune before jumping into 'Mary had a Little Lamb', my beautiful voice as an accompaniment. There was a pause after I was finished. I'd thought I'd done fairly well. I looked over at Chelsea quizzically half expecting her to have given some sort of jib at what I had played. But her attention was on the door, eyes wide as her mouth opened and closed.

"Don't stop on my account." Came a quiet chuckle. "It made the room more appealing."

Oh fuck.

"Oh. I uh--" A quick look towards the door confirmed my suspicions. Oh god he was hotter in person. He was on the verge of being six foot, maybe a little less with black hair accentuated his eyes. Fucking blue eyes. Shit my fuck, man. So, so much hotter in person. Shit. "Hi."

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