The Day I first Met You...

Chapter 16.

Jasmine’s POV.

After ‘Skyscraper’ Demi began to sing her last song but rather than staying to listen Marissa took me by the hand and lead me over to where Max was standing.

“Max! This is Jasmine, we’re going backstage to wait for Demi okay?”

Max gave me a quick look and then lifted a VIP pass over my head.

“No problem. She’s expecting you. Just go out hose second double doors and then its straight back to her dressing room. I’ll tell her you’re there.”

As we got out of the arena and into the corridor my ears began to ring and I began to feel dizzy. I’d not eaten or drank properly in quite a while. I stopped and rested against the wall. Marissa glanced back and noticed I’d stopped, she came over quickly.

“Jasmine are you okay? God you’re so pale!”

“I’m okay Marissa, it just must have gotten too hot in the arena.”

“Okay we’ll grab you some cold water in Demi’s dressing room…” she hesitated, “Are you really okay though? I know tonight has been emotional for you.”

I didn’t know what to say and I think that was apparent, she continued,

“Just know we’re there for you okay? Me and Dems both.”

At that I spoke up suddenly,

“Marissa you are so kind and I had a lot of fun with you but that’s Demi Lovato! She’s my fucking idol. She cares about all us lovatics but she knows nothing about me apart from that I can’t hold onto my coffee very well. I’m sorry if Im coming off weird or rude but this is all just a bit surreal.”

Marissa looked like she was carefully choosing her words, like there was a lot she wanted to say but was holding back. In the end she just grabbed my hand, pulled me down the corridor and joked with me,

“Well maybe we just wanted a cool British friend to hang out with!”

When we got to the door I noticed a piece of paper stuck to it with ‘Demi Lovato: The Neon Lights Tour’ written on it. Someone had written in purple sharpie underneath ‘and Marissa and Natalie’ which made me smile. Marissa knocked.

“Demi you in there and are you decent? We have company!”

There was no answer so she pushed open the door and walked in obviously quite at home in the environment. Immediately my inner fangirl started freaking the fuck out. I was in Demi Lovato’s dressing room!! Surrounded by her clothes and peronsal stuff and just generally where she hangs out. OMG. There was a table at the side of the room with bottles of water and fruit on it along with her humidifier and some photo frames filled with pictures of family and friends – mainly Madison though. My gaze landed on a picture of Marissa and Demi together when they were in Africa a few months previous. It was so beautiful. I carefully picked up the frame to look more closely at the picture inside. Demi looked so calm and content, she had one of her signature smiles beaming across her face, one arm was wrapped around Marissa’s neck and the other hand was running through her hair. She had no makeup or fancy clothes on and I just couldn’t get over how absolutely stunning she was and how her eyes just fucking lit up. I had been in love with this woman for years and he I was looking at photos of hers like I was in her home and looking around. Was this even reality?

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped out of my skin, dropping the photoframe and knocking over about 6 bottles of water.

“Fuck!” I shouted “Marissa why the hell are you creeping up on me like that!” I said as I turned around. But it wasn’t Marissa standing in front of me. Instead I was face to face with those beautiful eyes from the picture I was just getting lost in.