Encore || Drake

His Hiding Spot

I jumped when I heard the door of the dressing room close. I had fallen asleep on the couch listening to Ray Lamontagne, who I was listening to for writing inspiration. I didn't realize how tired I was. I pulled my headphones off and looked at the sweaty, out of breath, Blair.

"Why are you still here?" she asked kicking off her dancing heels.

I rose up, groggily.

"I fell asleep, obviously." I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Yeah, well. Get it while you can." She said peeling off her sweaty tights. "Call your car and go get some rest."

She was right. I had done a lot in the past few days with little sleep as it is, I owed my body some rest. I began packing up my backpack and my guitar and was heading out the door.

"Oh." She said, stopping me from heading out of the door. "We all meet up here to get on the bus to New York at 10am, sharp. No one else is going to tell you that, and you didn't hear it from me." Blair said with a wink.

I probably would have trusted her advice if it wasn't for the wink.

"Cool, I'll be here at eight thirty then." I gave her a wave before heading out of the door.

I pulled out my phone as I began aimlessly wandering through the underground halls, hoping to eventually find an exit. I began scrolling through my phone for the itinerary that was emailed to me to find the exact time the bus to New York left. When I landed on the page I wanted to turn around and smack Blair. The bus was scheduled to leave at nine in the morning. I shook my head, letting the negative emotions go and tried to go back to the happy place which was the high I felt after getting off stage earlier. I paced slowly through the halls as I scrolled through Facebook messages, finally responding to friends back home who congratulated me.

After about 15 minutes I finally looked up from my phone to get aware of my surroundings. I know I should have been near an exit by now. Apparently, the halls underneath the stadium were a complete maze and I had ventured dead in the middle of it. It was quiet here, no more chaos echoing through the halls. Eventually I came across an industrial elevator that read "To West Exit" and figured it'd do, I pressed the up button and the doors separated instantly.

I had to do a double take. There he was, Drake – I mean, Aubrey. His phone in his hand, stopping mid scroll. He turned and looked at me with a confused look.

"Uh, sorry?" I said starting to walk the other way, hoping to find a less awkward elevator to be in.

"No, hey!" he said stopping me in my tracks, holding the doors open.

I turned around, shamefully avoiding eye contact. This was awkward. What was he doing just sitting in an elevator that wasn't moving? I know for a fact I didn't hear it move floors when I pressed the call button.

"I can just find another way out, it's fine." I said quickly.

A low chuckle came from him.

"No, seriously. Come on." He said stepping back in the elevator.

For some reason my stomach turned into a ball of nerves. Why was I so nervous? I was barely even a fan of him, wasn't attracted to him... well, I was a little bit these days, but what was my deal? I let in a deep breath and made my way into the elevator.

Upon entering, Aubrey stood against the back wall and slid down to the floor, resuming whatever was going on in his phone. I stood there awkwardly, eventually the elevator doors closed on their own, and the car wasn't moving. This was awkward. After a couple moments I went to the key pad with the floor numbers to figure out which one would take me out of here.