Gableen: The Back Row

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Colleen's POV:
As she slid down the aisle I realised I knew her, is this Gabbie? I thought in the back of my mind. Wow, I knew we followed each other, but I didn't expect her to watch my show. Even though I was deep in thought, my cheeks burnt red as I could feel her eyes latch to mine with every step she took. The closer she became, the more beautifully defined she looked. I felt a sudden wash of energy as her spicy scent wafted past me trailing behind her feminine figure. I think I've just found my new favourite smell.
As she takes a seat on stage, I glance off stage and instantly see Rachel and Kory questioning my choice of audience member, I wave them off and look over at the girl, staring right back at me.

It suddenly occurs to me that I'm going to have to find something about her to talk about. Trying to act confident, I strut over to her and give her a diminishing look "This children, is what you call porn" I say to the audience who fill will laughter, she giggles at my nonsense. Her sweet harmonious voice sends butterflies to my stomach.

Gabbie's POV:
I feel as though the world is slowing down in her presents, I'm glad. I want to stay in this moment forever. Luckily, I don't think anyone in the crowd actually recognises me.. yet. Suddenly I feel her warm touch slide off my jacket to reveal my tank top, wow, stripping me on stage are we? I joke to myself with a giggle, I'm not complaining though. "PORN!" She screeches, the crowd go wild with laughter.
I feel her velvet hands trace up my arm, making sure that even though she's acting, to be gentle. Goose bumps reappear as I tremble with excitement of what's happening, even though it's just a game. I think she noticed my scaly skin and throws me my jacket back, mistaking me for being cold. As she looks me up and down once more our eyes briefly meet again and she weakly smiles, purposely facing away from the audience. She now traces her hand upon my leggings, I bite my lip without noticing "Never wear skintight clothes" she advices to the audience "it'll show your tookie crack" I feel my whole face turn red as I wonder what she's been looking at. I play it off by laughing viciously. I then realise it's my que to leave, looking at the floor I feel her stare above me, I wonder if she recognises me? I hesitate to leave, but solemnly leave the chair and beam into her eyes for one last time. Smoothly she hands me something as I exit the stage, and with her back toward the audience no one noticed. She blushes with a smile and I quickly run back into my seat. I glance in my hand and reveal what she could have given me - a backstage pass. I assume she gives them to most people who she interacts with on stage, and smile to myself in great apprehension being able to see her once again. For the rest of the show, I notice she often looks back to me, every couple seconds or so, almost as if she's making sure I don't leave. I would never leave, I'd never had a happier moment.