She's Not Afraid

The First Show

***Chapter 29***

That night the boys had their first show.

It was amazing, I must say. I didn't know they had it in them.

And the highlight of the whole concert, definitely the hot band that performed beforehand. I would never say that to the boys, though. I don't want to hurt their precious wittle feelings.

Halfway through the show, I got bored and snuck away to backstage. My uncle was up in the front, making sure no crazed fans were to jump on stage. I saw another bulky security guard standing guard in front of the backstage door and somehow I knew he wasn't going to let me in. I groan, knowing that my attempt to see what was the buzz back there was exterminated.

I decide on impersonating a posh British accent which in fact is very different from my own and trying a new plan. Now all I need are some props and a costume...

I spot a spare security guard jacket and turn it inside out, making it look surprisingly sophisticated like a business woman. I pull my hair into a tight bun, grab a random clipboard and march my way over to the muscle man in the navy blue jacket.

I quickly spot his name tag and see that it says Joe. I stand directly in front of him, Joe looking clearly over my head. I clear my throat a little, still trying to maintain a posh accent. "Joseph." I say in my accent.

"Sorry, no fans allowed back stage." He says, looking back over at the crowd and disregarding me once again.

"How dare you." I say dramatically.

"Listen, you can go back to your seat, or I can make you."

I hold my clipboard a little bit higher and straighten up my posture. I scribble a little something down, making sure he takes note of it. I shake my head disapprovingly and make a little motion with my hand, shooing him out of the way. "Now, Joseph, move out of the way. I need to get back stage."

"Who are you?" he asks glaring at me, and crossing his arms.

"Who am I? The question is, really, Who aren't I?"

Joe stared at me blankly, trying to comprehend what I was saying. Good, I don't think he was very smart. That might come in handy.

"I am..." I looked around for something I could use as an excuse. I spotted the logo on his jacket, mentally sighing at my decent excuse. "I am The Security Guards of Dublin expert inspector." I say with pride, still using my ridiculously posh accent.

He stared at me blankly.

I sigh in frustration. "Joseph, You are not passing the test right now. You've done your job, now move aside. I need to inspect the others."

He stares at me for a second before stepping out of the way, clearing the doorway to back stage. He unlocks the door with his key and holds the door open for me to walk in. Wow, I can't believe that actually worked.

"Thank you," I say politely before walking in and closing the door behind me. I let out a breath. Jesus, who knew that could be so nerve racking?

I walk further into the crowd of people and see some I vaguely recognize, so I give them a smile. In return, they all give me weird looks.

Oh yeah, I forgot I'm wearing an inside out security guard jacket.

I hastily rush over to an empty table stripping the navy blue jacket off and setting down the clipboard. I take my hair out of its tight bun because It was really annoying me.

I wander around aimlessly for about ten minutes until I hear the roar of the crowd and sound system getting slightly louder. In a few seconds, I see five familiar faces coming off stage, and stripping their shirts off their sweaty upper bodies. OH LORDIE.