Chapter 1

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Ben Backus' POV

I finish washing my hands, and leave the bathroom. As I'm opening the door, I hit somebody- a fan. I kneel next her, "Hey, are okay?" There's no response. I can't just leave her here. I gently pick her up and carry her backstage. She has a large bump on her forehead. Hopefully somebody knows what to do.

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    "All we can do is put ice on it, and wait," Luke says. I sigh,

     "I just can't believe it happened." Joel claps his hand onto my shoulder,

    "It's okay, mate. She'll be fine." I set the ice pack on her head, and pray. I pray she wakes up soon. I pray whoever she came with has peace.

    "Guys, do you think whoever she's here with is freaking out?" I ask.

    "How would we find out?" Mark points out.

    "I have an idea, give me a mic," I announce quickly. Luke hands me a microphone and I run onstage.

    "Uh hi everybody," I say nervously. The audience begins clapping and cheering. I see a woman at the back of the auditorium. She's in tears as she talks to a security guard.

    "Enjoy the show everybody!" I exclaim, running backstage.

    I shove the microphone into Stephen's hands, I run to where I saw that woman.

    "I just don't know where my daughter went," she cries.

    I tap her shoulder, "Ma'am, I know where your daughter is."

     She looks shocked, "You do?"

    I nod, "Yes, I'm Benjamin Backus from the band. Follow me." I lead her backstage where her daughter, Charlotte she informed me, is. I quickly explain the incident, and although she's still shook up, she seems happy to see Charlotte.

    "We have to perform now, but you're more than welcome to stay back here," Joel says.

    Charlotte's mom, Cheryl smiles, "Thank you, I really appreciate this."

    We go onstage and all throughout the show, my mind drifts back to Charlotte. She's missing the concert, and it's all my fault.

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    As soon as the show is over, all seven of us rush backstage to check on Charlotte. She's still the same as she was when we left.
Cheryl smiles at us, "Lotte would've loved that concert. You guys were great."

    Luke smiles back, "Thank you. Once Charlotte recovers from this we'll let y'all into another show for free."

     Cheryl nods, "Thank you so much."

    We get David and some other crew members to join us in prayer for Charlotte. We pray for quick healing and for no memory loss. We pray for comfort for Cheryl. I pray for myself. I pray that I stop blaming myself because thus could've happened to anybody.

Charlotte's POV

    I wake up and look around. I'm surrounded by Smallbones and members of fK&C. I see my mom, who has a tearstained face. She's praying for me. They're all praying for me. Luke closes the prayer, and I can help but smile. It was beautiful.

    "Luke," I say quietly, "that was beautiful." They all look down at me and smile.

    "See Ben, I told you prayer has power," Blake says, hugging him.

    My mom comes over and hugs me, "Do you remember what happened?"

    I nod, "I was going to the bathroom, and was hit by a door. How did I end up backstage?"

    Ben walks over to me, "Charlotte, I'm very sorry. I was the one who hit you with the door."

    A smile slowly spreads across my face, "Now that's a story! When people ask me how I got backstage, and met for KING & COUNTRY the answer is simple- Backus hit me with a door!"

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