Kidnapped with a Belgian Singer

Chapter 1

"Are you ready?" My best friend Grace asks me while I take one last glance in the mirror to check my face. "I think so, but I'm not sure this is a great idea." I give her a worried look. "We could get in serious trouble, don't you think?" Grace rolls her eyes,

"This is once in a lifetime Christina! And please, everyone knows how you won't stop talking about this piece of hunk Paul A.K.A Stromae." I groan at her for being right, I should've never suggested this, wait a minute I never even suggested this I said it as a joking matter. "Plus I want to see that guy called Florian, boy he is sexy." She said while pretending to wipe of sweat from her forehead. Of course, she just wanted to see Florian the one that usually plays the keyboard in Paul's concert but that's fine with me, I just really want to see Paul performing live and since we don't have enough money for the concert we are going to sneak in according to Grace but I dislike this idea because I really do not want to get in trouble.

But at the same time I really do want to go because I've seen how he performs on YouTube and I just really want to experience it in real life, and also because he's awesome and so adorably cute. Grace is right, this is like the only time I'll ever get a chance to see him live. I sigh giving in, quite excited for this adventure. Grace grins, "Let's go!" She shouts while skipping towards her car, I follow after her.

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The ride to the stadium took a hour and a half due to traffic but it's all going to pay off in the end when I get to see Paul live — hopefully. Grace decides to park a bit nearer to a house that's behind the stadium instead of parking in the stadiums parking lot, (because otherwise we would have to pay and we didn't really come here to pay for anything.) "We're here!" Grace exclaimed and I had to refrain myself from bouncing up and down in the car from excitement.

"So how are we going to get in?" I ask, feeling a tiny bit scared that this isn't going to work. Grace sees my worried expression and says "Relax, I thought this through okay? If we won't get to see him you still have YouTube and Instagram and Facebook and Twitter an-"

"Yeah yeah I get it now." I roll my eyes at her, "Let's go now, we are already ten minutes late." She nods and gets out of the car. I copy her actions, once I close the door after me Grace locks it. We begin walking towards the back of the stadium but then we see a young looking guard standing by it, I swear the guards are meant to stay at the front, not the back.

"Shit." I whisper and nudge Grace once I see the young guard looking our direction. "It's okay I've got it." She reassures me and walks up to the guard and cups his cheek  and whispers something in his ear and he blushes bright red and guides her right inside the building. Grace smiles and motions for me to follow, I give her a curious glance but trail along quietly. Once we were inside the building Grace took a fire extinguisher that was on one of the walls and hit the guard very hard on the back of his head. He fell unconscious on the ground almost immediately.

I gasp in shock, "What the hell Grace? He was going to lead us to-" "No he wasn't, he thought that he was going to have a threesome with us, I said that to him that we wanted to have threesome with him so that he'll let us in." Grace smiles smugly whilst I gave a look of disgust. I was about to reply when we heard voices and footsteps, we both look at each other and froze.

"This way!" Grace whisper-shouts and grabs my arm and we run into a empty dressing room. The footsteps were nearing towards the door so we ran towards the pile of clothes and hid behind it. The person enters the room with others. I want to see who but I'm to scared to even sneak a peak. Then my eyes widen as I take in the clothes before me, Mosaert clothes! Grace notices I'm about to squeal so she covers my mouth with her hand and gives me a pointed look. She removes her hand from my mouth I was just going to mouth to her 'sorry' until I recognised the voices that were talking, Paul, and his band crew. How did I not realise, Grace takes it in too and turns to me quickly to give me a glare that means 'you better shut up!' I smile sheepishly.