A million miles - is what it all takes.
She would do it to earn some little money; he would do it to chase his dreams to be on stage. She does it for her family; and, he does it to win her heart.
But is the boy who is literally every girls' dream wi...
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Sylvia and Anaeya were busy helping the boys backstage before the show. Just an hour after announcing the suprise concert in the afternoon, millions of tickets were already sold out and people were beginning to gather for the concert.
There were even fans who came to attend the soundchecks. The numbers kept on adding even after the meet and greet session. And everyone backstage was going nuts.
"Bloody hell, where's the spare key?"
"Someone call for the technician or something, we have a broken speaker."
"Excuse me, miss. You can't be here, its says for 'Crew Only'. Please use the backdoor. No.. no, that's the washroom."
"Oh my gosh, please don't spill anything. I just cleaned the floor."
"Does anyone here have a screw driver? Oi, do you have a screw driver?"
"But I have backstage passes."
"Anyone have any duct tape?"
"Put these in the van please, its a mess having these here."
Meanwhile, alone in the deserted make up room was Christopher and Erick. The others had already changed and went to greet the guest performers.
Suprisingly, Leslie Grace and Prince Royce agreed to perform in this surprise concert. Even Yashua was invited to perform some songs.
"Estas loco!" Christopher laughed, sticking a tongue out.
Erick placed his feet on the table, displaying his plain cotton socks as he wiggled his toes in the mirror. Christopher fixed his hair and proceeded to unbutton his yellow flannel.
Erick facepalmed and waved goodbye as Christopher went to look for his outfits on the racks of clothes behind.
"Erick!" It was Anaeya.
Christopher widened his eyes and ducked down, hiding behind another rack of clothes further in the back of the room but enough to see her as he peeked through the clothes.
"Aye, Anaeya," Erick said, raising an eyebrow at his friend's action. He turned to Anaeya and smiled at her despite being caught recording a clip of his feet. He quickly turned off his phone. "Que es?"
"Clara wants you guys to be ready in 10 minutes," Anaeya explained, staring at his feet with disbelief. Then, she turned to search through some stuff in a box. "Yashua just arrived with his backup dancers too. You should quickly get changed."
"Uhm, sí.. señora," Erick uttered, scratching his head. The girl straightened, looking at him questioningly.
"You understand what I'm saying, right?"
"Si, me entiendo," Erick frowned, straightening. "But you're here."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Asi que? The boys in Mexico always take off their shirt without hesitation whenever a girl walks by the football field. Stop being a gentleman, go change behind the clothes rack now."
