Your Share of Secrets

Chapter 3

I rubbed my hands anxiously together as the echoing sounds of a full band rang in my ear. I'd be lucky if I could hear anything after tonight. I was more antsy than usual. I took a deep breath and tried to tell myself that everything would be alright. I knew I was thinking too prematurely when I felt a meaty finger tap repeatedly on my shoulder. I turned around, rubbing my shoulder, to see none other than Greg in the flesh. He smirked at me.

"Lovely night for a concert, huh?"

"What are you doing here," I hissed out so only he could hear me. "You could blow this case and you know how important it is."

Greg laughed loudly and slapped my back making me cringe.

"Lighten up man. I came here to have some fun."

"You need to leave now. Everybody here has your face etched in their memory."

Greg pushed his hand through his mess of brown, curly locks. It was a habit he did often. His hair is so curly I was always fascinated that his fingers never got stuck.

"Don't get your panties in a wad, I'll leave as soon as..."

I grabbed his wrist firmly and yanked him into me. His piercing green eyes dared me to take him on. We both knew I wouldn't win.

"I said you need to leave. It's not a request, it's an order."

Greg pushed me off in one swift motion and sent me a death glare before heading toward the exit. I straightened out my hideous, yellow security shirt. I stole a glance at my watch. Kurt was supposed to call me any minute now. I had no idea what I was supposed to do tonight except be on the security team. My phone buzzed wildly in my pocket and I picked it up without even glancing at the caller ID.

"Hello," I answered in a gruff voice.

I swung open the bathroom door to get more privacy. If the wrong person heard me, I'm done for.

"Are you backstage now?"

"Yes can't you tell? Its deafening."

"You don't have much time so listen closely. You're going to get a call on your walkie talkie from the head of security. He'll say Taylor's room has been compromised and he will want you and a few others to check it out. Tonight is extremely crucial so you're going to have to bring it."

Before I could respond, Kurt hung up. I groaned loudly in frustration. He always leaves me with a million questions. When I first started I was flattered that he thought I could handle it. Now it just makes me irritated. My walkie talkie beeped making me jump.

"Brody here."

I stepped out of the bathroom to make myself visible again. I anxiously waited for the head of security to tell me what I already knew.

"Brody, Green, and Kent are you available right now?"

I agreed quickly along with the other two.

"A dressing room has been broken into and I would like you three to check it out."

"On my way," I stated quickly.

I rushed toward the direction of the dressing room. I figured that the other two would probably arrive first. My calculations were correct when I reached the doorway that read, "Taylor Swift" in all caps. Two awkward security guards were standing on each side of Taylor. It was clear that someone did a great job at destroying everything in sight. Clothes were piled in random places, furniture was turned on its side, and food was smeared against the walls.

"Don't worry Miss Swift, you're in great hands," one younger security guard purred out in a southern accent. His hand was on her lower back and I could tell she felt uncomfortable.