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We finished the signing and my wrist hurts so much, we got in a car and drive to a huge arena where the boys will be preforming tonight. It's bigger then the one in my hometown, it was huge!

"This place is gigantic!" My voice echoes as we enter the huge stage. It was a T sort of shape so they could walk down it and things, Tristan's drum set was already ready in the middle of it. He was walking over to it before Bradley suddenly walked very close to me.

"Your gonna preform here one day." He whispers into my ear, I blush. I wasn't good and this place was huge.

"Haha, good joke Bradley." I giggle, as I play off his compliment. He rolls his eyes and then runs up on to the huge stage.

"Ally Rose." He says into the now turned on microphone, he got on his knees and I start laughing, he looked like he was proposing.

"Will you, Alyssa Rose.. - " Bradley pauses as James walks up on stage.

"If your proposing she'll say no," he says as he steals the microphone form Bradley

"Aye, James I wasn't done." Bradley snatches to mic back and continues his sentence.

"Alyssa Rose please stop deflecting my compliments and doubting you aren't talented when you really are, it breaks my heart when you think I'm joking about your incredible skills." He takes a deep breath and I can't stop smiling.

"Promise me you'll stop doubting yourself." I look over at the boys, who are smiling as well. I guess Brad doesn't get sentimental like this very often.

"I promise, Bradley." I run up on stage and give him a peck on the cheek, he winks at me and I blush.

"We better do sound check." Connor announces as he picks up the guitar.

"Can you help Ally? The damn 'pros' are useless sometimes at these wires." Connor laughs as I walkover to him.

"Sure thing, Con." I plug in all of the black and red wires into the stereo, Connor strokes his hands on the guitar strings.

"Louder or quieter?" I ask him as I place my hand on the volume switch.

"Bit louder, but it can't be louder then Brad's mic." He explains.

"Alright then," I turn it just enough for it go around the whole arena but quiet enough for Bradley's voice to be heard.

"Thanks." He mumbles as he begins to play, James and Tristan have put in their ear things that block most of the sound so it's not too loud but Connor and Bradley haven't.

"You wanna request a song, Al?" Bradley asks when I walk down and sit in the audience chairs.

I giggle, I can use this to my advantage. "Let it go, Frozen."

It didn't matter what songs they played for sound check, as long as all the instruments worked and nothing made unnecessary noise.

"Alright then, Elsa my dear." Bradley says into the microphone.

"The girls chosen Let it go!" Connor shouts at James and Tristan as he puts his sound blocker thingie majiggies in his own ears. Bradley does the same as they begin to play the irritating Disney song.

But I wasn't expecting for them to make it rock, they sounded like an old man trying to sing let it go. It was strange but sort of cool.

"Bravo, bravo!" I applaud as they end the song.

"Did you enjoy our version, pretty lady?" Bradley asks into the microphone.

"It was perfect, my dear boy." I say, I walk up on the stage again. I want to inspect every inche of this amazing stadium while I'm here.

"What are you doing?" Bradley chuckles as I run my fingers on some of the stereos.

"Touching things." I shrug, I sounded very serious about what I was doing.

Who knows who could've played here and who knows what could've touched this light before?

"Your such a weirdo." Bradley laughs as his eyes watch me walk around the place.

"And you love me for it." I giggle as I stroke my hand on Bradley's microphone. "Awe, Brad loves Ally!" Tristan laughs as he hears our conversation.

Bradley's face goes bright red, just like mine to be honest, they weren't suppose to hear that. "Moving on.. - " I say awkwardly.

"Hey Bradley, how often do you wash your hair?" I suddenly place my hands on his soft curly locks, I always wanted to touch it. His hair seemed so healthy and perfect all the time.

"Alright now this is getting weird-weird." Bradley removes my hand from his head and kisses my palm.

"I wash it whenever I can." He tells me. "What conditioner?" I then question.

"Whatever's available." He shrugs, "What the fuck your lying! Cheap hotel conditioner can't leave your hair that soft!" I sound genuinely annoyed, I needed his hair secrets,

"Alright then Ally, I have a question for you. What makeup do you use?" He teases.

I don't wear makeup, I always hated it. "None.."

"Bullshit, your lying. No makeup can't leave your face that gorgeous!" He mimics me.

I roll my eyes, he had a fair point. "Whatever." I groan.