Significance (4th in the Encore!!! tour)

Chapter Nineteen

Amy Glenn's POV

The concert in Mississippi flew by in a haze, thrilling the crowd and evoking a standing ovation. We were able to get on the bus in record time, and Stan got us to Nashville, Tennessee by the next day. We were rested up by the time we got there, so preparing for the concert was a breeze. Adele stayed with Brielle as we practiced.

My dress was absolutely beautiful, a mix of purple, blue, white, and silver. The stylist paired it with a black leather jacket, a black cowboy hat, and black cowgirl boots. My strawberry blonde hair was curled loosely, bouncing down my shoulders. I looked like a country singer.

Meth wasn't disappointed by my outfit, apparently, because he kissed my cheek, appreciatively looking me over right before we went out on stage.

"I never thought of you as a cowgirl before," he whispered in my ear huskily, pulling me flush against him.

"Don't you see the leather? I'm a badass cowgirl," I whispered back, pulling away and taking my head mic from the tech guys. "Hey, there, Nashville!" I called, walking out on stage. "How are y'all doin' tonight?!" I asked with an accent. "Sorry, it's just so tempting to do a country accent when everyone around you has one..." I apologized weakly as the audience chuckled. "So, I hope you don't mind, but we're going to start before I embarrass myself more." The crowd was so enthusiastic, clapping along to every song and singing along to ours. It was incredible to know that we had so many fans!

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Our next concert was in Memphis, and after the show we had our first Meet & Greet. We posed for pictures, we signed our names, Brighton got a few numbers... Giggling, I looked over at him. He was surrounded by these pretty, petite, teen girls, and his charm was flowing as thick as honey. Walking over, I slapped him upside the head.

"Don't hold up the line of fans, you inconvenient..." I was cut off by one of the girl's obnoxious sounding laughs.

"Just back off, Amy, he obviously doesn't want attention from his cheating Baby Momma band mate," she scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. I took a double take.

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to not let my red-head's temper get the best of me. I think I was losing...

"Please, everyone knows you're a desperate sl*t. You're cheating on Meth with Brighton, the pictures of you two in Florida are all over the news. And Adele..." She smirked. "In order to have a three year old, you had to have her at the age of sixteen. A little young to be doing the dirty, huh, Amy?" She sounded so cocky, as if she knew everything. Too bad for her, she was wrong on both accounts.

Which is probably why Brighton and I started laughing our butts off.

"Me? With him?" I gasped out, pointing at my best friend, trying to breathe.

"Her? Doing the dirty?" Brighton snickered, detaching himself from the accusing b*tch. "Security!" He gasped out, laughing so hard he was crying. I was right there with him as they carried out the girl and her friends.

"Ha! That's hilarious," I said, calming down, and going back to my seat. Waving over a cameraman who was filming the whole thing, I sat back down. "Could you please take my statement?" I asked. He nodded, excited to be getting some juicy gossip instead of the constant cycle of the fans. "I, Amy Sandthers, am not, I repeat, not, cheating on Meth. Especially not with Brighton. Brighton is like the brother I never had. The pictures in Florida were taken during a heart to heart we had on the beach. That is all that went down. I have more respect for Meth, Brighton, and myself than that," I finished, thanking the cameraman. The line went back to its rhythm until the end, when some girl tried to plant her face on Brighton.

"Quite the ladies' man, Brighton," Meth said, a teasing tone in his rough voice. He gave a knuckle bump to our best friend, and we retreated to the safety and solitude of our tour bus.

"It was flattering, but really disturbing," he shuddered, following the body guards leading the way through the crowd of hyena-like paparazzi.