Gableen: The Back Row

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Colleen's POV:
Life felt perfect right this second.

Fans, family and friends shrouded me with love and support after I finally fussed up the courage to come out as bi. Coming to terms with my sexuality was always challenging, no one thought of me as the type to emit any time of passion or lust for someone else my own gender in that type of sexual way. At this point in time, I tend to latch more onto the idea of dating a girl. Even though I've never dated one, it's apparently a whole new experience than dating men. It's probably just because I'm new to the idea of dating another girl, and now everyone knows, new emotions overwhelm me with excitement, even though I've known these feelings for a while now. However, through my support and newly found happiness, I still feel empty, like just another YouTuber posting a tragic coming out video. Yet I have a strong, but innocent lust for someone to hold me, and never let me go.

Before I could get deeper into my thoughts I feel myself flop onto the hard wooden floor. "C'mon hun show starts in a couple mins" Kory whispers in a sassy manner.

At this point my vision is hazy, my train of thought was so deep I must have almost dazed out. As the beaming lights of the room slowly allow my eyes to focus in on my surroundings as I realise we're in the backstage of a tour destination. "Thanks for the gentle wake up call" I throw at Kory, trying to sound annoyed yet I almost crack into a laugh. We can never take each other seriously, I think to myself, smirking.

Rachel ushers me to follow her to the stage. Only just leaving the room, I can already here the thumping roar caused by the Meet and Greet fans chanting and clapping to Miranda's name. I'm of course dressed up in the well known outfit, a purple sweater tucked into some red jogging pants which perfectly contour my camel-toe, paired with some crocs and the signature bobby pins, and red lip stick to finish the glamorous look. 

The screams get loader and continue to grow in excitement and thrill as they know their idol is approaching. My smile grows as I reveal myself walking out from the curtains. The booming encore is a huge noise for a regularly small crowd which mainly consists of younger girls, and a few unwilling parents who are dragged along too, probably not knowing who the hell I am. It's pretty much the same motion for each fan - we say hi, take a picture, and say goodbye. Every know and then I'd be delightfully greeted with gifts and fan art, I honestly do appreciate them. I start to realise how everyone looks so similar passing by, it may just be that some are dressed as Miranda, and that everyone is pretty much the same age. I hate to say it but none of them seem special. Not to me. That was, until everything changed.