At the Forum.

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You sighed and locked your phone, while you stumbled out of the car. The outside area of the arena was packed. You thought to yourself that you've been smart and bought vip fast track tickets, and that you knew your way around the arena. You drag your friends around the arena, to find the vip section and your seats. Deep down you knew that none of you would sit trough the show, but it was nice to relax a little before the chaos of the crowd was entering.

The phone buzzed again: mom!
"Hey honey, we went over to the Franklin's tonight. The key is under the mat. Enjoy your evening x"
Your mom was always of the supportive one, who always led you to dream and follow you heart. A quick "thank you" was written, and you where on your feet to get yourself some refreshments.
Throwing your hands around you - shouting over the loud music : "You guys need something? Beer? Wine? Anything?"
A choir of no's ringed in your ears, and you made your way to the bar area.
Ordering yourself a white wine, and a bottle of water - you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.
"Y/n??? I hope this is not a illusion to my eyes." The only thing your could see was a bunch of curls, and a group of guys in all matching leather jackets.
Luke throws a arm around you and pushes you for a hug. You could see Ashton being more hesitant than the rest of the guys.
"I didn't know you where an ATL fan?" Michael said with his gorgeous girlfriend in his arms.
"Well. You got me!" you frowned and made a little laugh.

Fetching you wine, and heading back to your group you had a inner hope that you had shaken off the guys at the bar. But they had followed you all the way to the VIP section. "You're a vip y/n! Nice work." You could hear Calum laugh at you.
Being a VIP at the Forum meant that you either had the right contacts on the inside, or you had your ass filled with money.
"Hah. I never told you that this is my old workspace? I worked at the bar. And worked my way up to the pr management team here." You express while sipping your wine.
"And her granddad owns the arena!" You could hear Natasha say in a sassy tone behind you. She was that one girl that was too cool for anyone to be her friends, but for some reason she always invited you around, and kissed your ass to go to events at the Forum.
The guys started to laugh, clapping on your shoulder and pushed you through the curtains - entering your seats.
"You know. You could have told us this you know, so we could have played our shows here, and not at some shitty location downtown." Ashton said with an sarcastic tone. The first words he had exchanged with you all night.
"I guess. But you have to work to get me to cash you in here!" You felt a bit cocky with the alcohol breezing through your veins.
"You always know how to make a good time y/n! Missed this." Luke said while raising his beer to cheer with you.

You got back to sit with your crew, and take a little breath before you could here the opening act start to play. It was a band you've never heard of "Sounding Message", but they had a cute and soft rock tone which gave a warm and comfy feel. Scattering your eyes around the arena you could see a lot of young teenage girls with grungy and rocky attire, and all you could do was laugh a little because you knew that you where just like them back in the days.
Suddenly you could feel something cold down your spine. "FUCK y/n!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Ashley had managed to spill her water all over your back.

With a huff you put down your drink, so you could run to the bathroom to try to dry off. Rubbing paper towels and stressing to make it before ATL would enter the stage.
"I'm never gonna make it!" You look at yourself in the mirror, with half of your jumpsuit around your waist. You dried off some of the sweat so it didn't smudge your make up. And then you get the brilliant idea - the handdryers !
Pulling the wet parts over the dryer, you suddenly hear a noise; someone is opening the door. Fuckfuckfuck you were standing there half naked with your bra on full display.
"Sorry! Y/n is it you in there? I'm coming in." You could hear Ashton's mellow voice from the outside.

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