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Chapter Five

The guard lead us grumpily to the backstage entrance on the side of the theatre. We earned some death glares from some of the bitchier and even more so sluttier girls in the crowd as we passed through a tunnel of guards to get to the door. The door we went through lead us down a slightly worn, yet elegant hallway. The dark, swirling-patterned carpet was frayed and dusty, practically falling apart, and the wallpaper surrounded by the gold painted crown moldings was beige and cream colored stripes. At one time it must've been beautiful but not anymore. When we passed through, it just looked dingy and kind of sad. 

He lead us through another door to an large open space where there were racks of guitars, shelves of mics, wires, and clothes--pretty much anything that could be needed for the running of a concert. There were some mismatched ottomans and comfy looking chairs placed randomly around the room. Lauren was immediately drawn to the bass guitars strung up on a rack and started to tinker around with those admiring a white and black one with a big sticker stuck on it.

I puttered around looking through some of the shelves and rifling through anything/everything, doing what I do best: being a creepy snoop. Alaina stood against wall zoning out looking in disbelief, and I didn't blame her. I still couldn't believe what was happening and I was admiring a pair of Ashton's skinny jeans hanging on one of the clothes racks. Catie was standing by Lauren on her phone looking for pics of us being lead backstage which were probably already up on some 5sos fan page on twitter.

A young looking guy, probably a stage crew member judging by the huge headset he had attached to his head, was running frantically around grabbing some mics and wires out of a bin off the shelving unit I had just snooped through. He eventually noticed we were in the room and probably assumed we were some promiscuous groupies because he went over to Alaina and said, "The boys will be out in just a second." She nodded weakly to him and went back to staring at nothing. I caught Alaina's spaced out gaze and mouthed "Are you okay?" and she just nodded again, stronger that time though. I sighed and turned around to continue my search. I had been told that my level of curiousity borders stalking or creeping. Does it look like I care?  It's not like I was doing it for any malicious reason. I'm just a natural born sneak, I can't help it.

I wandered over to a dressing mirror positioned on the far wall. I glanced over the items on the counter trying to determine who was using it. I took inventory: a simple flat-backed brush, some red&black earbuds attached to an iPod, a red bandana slung over the back of the chair, and "jackpot", i thought, an iPhone. I smiled mischieviously as I gazed into the reflective black surface of the phone, and I flipped it over to see "Ash" taped on it in that odd crooked design like on the bass drum of his set. If I hadn't known who's dressing mirror this was from the bandana I knew after I saw the phone. I clicked the home button on the iPhone and the screen lit up.

The date and time seemed to be judging me like "Ya know, you shouldn't snoop in other people's stuff but it happens to be 8:13pm on Saturday July 10th, 2014." I flipped the phone back over and stepped away from the mirror just as the door opened. It felt like I jumped 10 feet in the air, holy fuck. I tried to regain composure as I journeyed back over to where my friends stood. 

Just feet away from us walked in the room Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, and Luke Hemmings. My everythings. My sunshines. They were the endless, sleepless nights I stayed up writing things about them or talking to my friends on twitter about them. My nude lip-creamed lips hung open slightly as I chewed my lower lip nervously, probably fucking up my makeup, but I didn't care. My eyes locked on Ashton as he began to greet us in the thickest Australian accent I've ever really heard. Oh lordy jesus, if Alaina hadn't grabbed onto my shoulder I would've hit the ground right then and there.

"Hey ladies," Ash said charismatically, "You guys enjoying the show?" I nodded like an idiot. As I looked from smiling, happy boy to boy the nervousness and over-excitement I had been feeling all night began to mellow and I felt a lot better. A lot more myself. Michael's enchanting voice broke the silence we had taken to reorient ourselves.