Callie's POV
Brandon and I left for tour a few hours ago, and we're currently sitting on the tour bus, laying together in the very back. "I didn't think we would get this much privacy as soon as we left," I say to Brandon, leaning against his chest. "I know," he replies. "It's nice." Lou, Mat, and Jasper took over the front of the bus, and Brandon pulled me to the back where we could have our own little space. It's nice to have some relaxation time after spending the past twenty four hours packing for the tour. After we spent three hours at the arcade with Jesus and Mariana, we headed back to Mike's house to eat dinner with him and finish packing. We were up at six this morning so we could meet everyone at Lou's place, and then we were off. Brandon's first show is tonight, and I can't wait to see him perform again. He hasn't performed since the show at Stef and Lena's house, so tonight is going to be huge for the band. "I'm glad you came with me," Brandon says, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm glad I came too," I reply. He leans closer to me and places his lips on mine. "Brandon," I say, smiling against his lips. "We can't do this. Not with everyone else around." "They're sleeping," he says, kissing me again. "Let's just worry about us for right now." "Okay," I agree, leaning into his kiss.
Brandon's POV
"Does this outfit look okay?" I ask Callie as she steps out of our hotel bathroom. "Yeah, why wouldn't it?" she replies. "I don't know. I didn't think it matched," I say. "You're just nervous about tonight. You look great," she says, wrapping her arms around my waist. "You don't look so bad yourself," I reply, kissing her quickly. "I wanted to look nice for your show tonight. You haven't performed in a while, so I thought the night deserved me wearing something nice," she says. "You look beautiful no matter what you wear," I say. "So if I wore a brown paper bag to the show you would still find me beautiful?" she asks, causing me to laugh. "Yes, I would. I love you for who you are, not for what you wear, and I want you to know that," I reply. "You're the best boyfriend ever," she says, kissing my cheek. "I know," I say. "Cocky much?" she asks, laughing. "No. I just needed the confidence booster for tonight," I reply. "I need to have all the confidence I can get in order to play my best." "You don't need me to give you confidence. You're an amazing piano player, and the audience is going to love you. They'll see how passionate you are about music, and they're going to eat it up when you're on stage. Trust me, you've got this in the bag," she says. "I'm glad I have you here. I honestly wouldn't be able to function without you here. I'd be a nervous wreck," I reply. "I guess it's a good thing I came then," she says. "It's a very good thing," I reply. "And you want to know the best part about being a star?" "What?" she asks, blushing. "I can have my way with my biggest fan," I reply. "Your biggest fan, huh?" she replies. "The very one," I say. "Well I guess you should do something about that then," she replies. "Who says your my biggest fan?" I ask. She smacks my chest playfully, and I wrap her up in my arms. "I hope these walls are soundproof," I say as I lead her to our bed.
Callie's POV
After Brandon finally pries himself off of me a few hours later, it's time for the show. I make my way toward the front, and Brandon smiles at me from the stage. I can't believe how far he's come. I'm so proud of him, and I'm glad that I pushed him to continue his music path. He's so talented, and I didn't want him to throw that all away. Lou makes her way out to the stage and introduces the band, and there's a lot of cheering following her introduction. I'm suprised at the amount of people that are here. I know that Lou posts videos of the band online, but I didn't think this many people listened to them. I thought they were only this huge back where we live, almost four hours away. The show starts off with a new piece they've been working on, and my eyes stay locked on Brandon. He plays better when he knows I'm watching him, and he looks up at me every once in a while, a huge smile spreading across his face. I cheer along with the crowd, and the band starts to pick up on our energy. They get better the more they relax, and I can tell Brandon is starting to kick his nervousness to the curb. After about five more songs, the band closes with Outlaws. All of the girls in the crowd cheer for Brandon as he sings, and it makes me proud to call him my boyfriend. Once the song is over, Brandon smiles into the mike and looks out at the crowd. "Did you write that song about someone?" a girl shouts from the back of the audience. "Actually, it was," Brandon answers. "I wrote it for someone really special in my life, and she's actually in the audience right now." That gets the crowds attention, and they all start to look for who the mystery girl is that the song is about. Luckily, the band heads backstage before anyone can figure out that it's me. I make my way through the crowd, and I wait a few minutes before heading backstage.
