Can't Afford Mistakes.

Chapter Seven

A/N: "Jadon Harris" the band member Sadie is in loovvee with is based off of Brendon Urie from Panic! at the Disco, & he was gonna be named "Brandon Furry," buh I had to change it, lol ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Sadie.

Backstage is not as glamorous as movies and television make it out to be. You only get to see the band from the back or the side. Everywhere you turn there is commotion. People are yelling into walkie-talkies trying to be heard over the music. Crew members are constantly moving amps, instruments, lights, and the occasional piano. Members of bands who have finished performing raid the snack tables and disappear among the throng of people.

The music is so loud back here that it causes my whole being to vibrate. I find a spot that doesn't seem to be in the staffs way and silently watch the band; letting my body feel the music. I sway back and forth as I watch the front man, Jadon Harris, bounce around the stage like a hyperactive child.

The band announces their last song and the crowd let's out a collective sigh. As soon as the song is over, the band exits the stage as the crowd cheers their name. I begin to feel an overwhelming feeling of anxiety as I realize I'm about to meet him, Jadon Harris, again.

Suddenly, the guard who escorted me backstage appears beside me. "Miss, follow me please," he says politely.

"Okay," I say as I nod my head.

We walk in silence for 100 yards when the guard stops abruptly. He pulls at the keys attached to his hip and unlocks the door in front of him. He knocks before opening the door slightly.

"Mr. Harris," the guard says Turing away from me, "there's a pretty women waiting to meet you."

"How pretty," Jadon's raspy voice says.

"Gorgeous, sir," replies the guard.

Awkwardly, I stand in the middle of the doorway as the guard pushes the door fully open and allows me inside. As Jadon & I lock eyes, I feel a wave of insecurity flood my body. Arabella's voice echos through me head telling me to women up. I straighten my posture, poke out my chest a little bit more, and strut into Jadon's dressing room as the door closes behind me.

"Have we met before," he ask, slowly removing his last ear piece; eyeing me suspiciously when I don't reply immediately.

"You mean, you don't remember me," I innocently pout while I lean against a table attached to the wall.

"If you were dressed like that at one of my concerts before, I regret over looking you," Jadon smirks.

"You once told me that my eyes were an amazing work of nature because they are bluer than the Pacific," I say, tilting my head causing my hair to drape over my right shoulder and down my back.

"I tell that to thousands of girls a year, you're going to have to jog my memory," he says walking over to me and placing his hands on either side of me on the table.

I place the bottom of my high heels into Jadon's stomach and gently push him away from me as I lean back on my palms. Jadon sends me a confused look, but before he can question my intentions, I slide off the table and close the space between us. "You're just going to have to find me again and find out if I remind you of someone," I whisper against the shell of his ear.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I push past him. As my fingers enclose on the cool doorknob, Jadon's long fingers wrap around my bicep. I slowly spin around to face him and push my back against the door to create space between us.