famous // phan au

5 ; p

He's amazing, really. The whole show, start to finish, was incredible. I didn't really know what to expect coming here today, or any of this really, but when I saw him on stage I new it was the right thing to do.

The minute he walks off the stage after his last song, I start trying to find my way backstage so I can meet him. Making my way past chairs, weaving through all the busy people who always seem to be hovering around. I eventually find myself in front of a door with 'BACKSTAGE' written in bold. A big man with sunglasses and an earpiece blocks my way as I go to reach for the handle.

"Name", He says bluntly, not even looking at me, or at least I don't think he's looking at me, but then again I can't really tell because of the sunglasses.

"Phil?"

"Phil who"

"Oh right! Phil Lester, sorry. I'm the support act for um, Daniel"

He pulls out a piece of paper slowly from his pocket, looking down at it for a little while, before glancing up at me over the top of his sunglasses.

"Yeah ok. Don't bug him though kid, you don't want to get on his bad side", He says, pushing the door open for me to go in.

"I won't, thank you!", I say, suddenly nervous he won't like me.

I hurry though the door, down a hallway, through another door and up a couple stairs. That's when I see Daniel in his dressing room, slipping on a pastel pink fur coat and brushing a stray hair from his face. I slowly walk towards the open door, already trying to think of what to say to him, I have to make a good first impression.

I stand in front of the door for a little while, with my fist hovering in front of the wall. I take a deep breath, before knocking gently on the doorframe. He turns around slowly with a frown already on his face, looking me up and down before speaking.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh yeah sorry, hi. It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Howell! Thank you so much for this opportunity, I'm so excited to-"

"Ok babe listen, I don't know who you are, but unless you have a really good reason why you're in my dressing room, I'm gonna have to ask you to get the fuck out"

Geez, diva much?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just um, wanted to properly introduce myself. I'm Phil!"

"And?"

"And thank you so much for inviting me to be your support act! You have no idea how much this means to me"

"Oh you think I invited you here?"

"Well.. Yeah? That's what they told me", I say, trailing off at the end.

" Well, sorry to break it to you sunshine, but the first thing you need to know about the music industry is that no one tells the truth.", he says with a smirk, walking past me, out of his dressing room. "Oh and Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever call me Mr. Howell again".