My Lighthouse

Rock & Roll

As soon as they entered the O2, Freddy came running up to them. Oh, how glad I am to see you!! He said out loud to Sheila. John and Suzan got a car accident on there way to the stadium! Can you take over? Sheila looked at Mark with panic in her eyes. But....Louis....Sheila stuttered. We already called Louis to tell him about their accident and he said he would take care of it. Sheila's phone rang. She took it out of her handbag and smiled. Talking about the devil, she said to Freddy while she took a funny face. Louis sweetheart, why this honor? She heard him grinning. I hear you still didn't lose your sense of humor, Louis said sarcastically. Can you take over? Sheila knew he put it down as a question, but for Louis it wasn't a question. She had to do it and that was that! She took a deep breath, like she was thinking about it. Oh don't be such a bitch and get your fucking headphones and schedules Sheila! Louis's voice sounded irritated, but Sheila knew he was smiling right now. She knew him to well for that. Only if you say the magic word, Sheila smiled. It was quiet on the other side of the phone at first, when she suddenly heard him saying......."please". I love you, she yelled in the phone and hung up.

It felt like she had never left in the first place. The schedules she had to work with, were the ones she made herself before everything changed. The only difference now, was that she had to give Mark his orders too, which felt a bit strange being his girlfriend. But this had nothing to do with their relationship. This was all about making a great show, together with a great team. And who was dating who was the least important issue of the night.

Sheila told the girls what had happened and excused herself for not being able to see the show together with them, but she would definitely make it up again. Gillian gave her a big hug and wished her lots of success. I know how much you want this, she smiled at Sheila and stroke her cheek. So, good luck and let Louis want nobody else than you for the job. I know Shane doesn't want anyone else. Thank you sweetheart, Sheila whispered and hugged her again. I'll see you after the show, okay?

Half an hour to count down! Sheila shouted. She knocked on Nicky's door and opened it. Sweetie are you ready? Nicky looked up, he had his headphones in, but heard her anyway. He was concentrated. More than ready, he smiled. Sheila held her thumb up. Great! Let's kick some ass then. She wanted to leave the dressing room, when Nicky called her name. Sheila!! She turned around. I am glad you're back. His lips slightly curled up, but she saw a melancholic look on his face. Sheila felt tears coming up and she couldn't need that right now. Me too Nicky, me too, although it's just for one day. She blinked at him and walked out, to alert the rest.

As last one, she knocked on Mark's door. Although they spend lots of nights naked together, she knew Mark hated it when someone bumped into his dressing room without knocking, even her. Especially before the start of a gig. He was always extremely focused and concentrated before it all started. She slowly opened the door and saw one of the make up artists put the last hand on his face. Although she saw this a millionth time, she felt jealousy all of a sudden and she didn't like that at all. They agreed on it, that Sheila could easily separate her work from her private life together with Mark, but for the first time ever, she doubted if she could. Oh sorry, she excused herself. Mark, just 20 minutes to count down! and she turned around to leave the room. Hé!! Mark yelled. Sheila felt her heart beating wildly. Why couldn't she suddenly see it, the way she always had been? Why did she feel, like she interrupted something intimate? The girl was only putting makeup on his face, like she always did. But Sheila's heart told her otherwise. She took a deep breath and turned around. Mark told the girl it was enough and let her leave the room first, before he closed the door.

What was that all about? He looked at her slightly irritated. Sheila put her eyes down and stared at her hands. Suddenly she heard him laughing. Don't tell me, you are jealous? She felt him grabbing her by her waist and pull her real close to him. Their lips almost touched. Are you crazy? I can't do more, to prove to you, that I love only you, than I am doing right now. Sheila felt his warm breath against her face and the heat floating through her body. I have to get you on stage, Sheila panted as if it was an excuse to go. I have a wild guess, they won't start without me, Mark whispered with a hoarse voice. He put his hand gently against her face and kissed her with so much tenderness it weakened Sheila's knees. Oh God Mark, we promised to behave professionally. He moaned, kissed her passionately once again and looked into her eyes. Yeah, you're right. With his hand on her bottom, he softly pushed her lower body against his hips. This isn't professional for sure, he panted. Sheila could feel his excitement. You bastard, she grinned. It turns you on that I am jealous! She shook her head. Her eyes shined. You're a sick man, mister Feehily. I have too, he smirked. Otherwise I can't catch up with you. He slabbed her on her butt. Come on woman! Let's put a great show together!