The crowd goes wild. Like absolutely bonkers. justin raises his hands in the air, looking up to sky. He pumps his fist and grins.
"New york city!" He yells.
Another wave of roars.
"Best. Audience. Ever."
Another. He bows down to the audience, and I swear I can see a tear slip out of his baby blue eyes. The stage goes black, and its all over. A year and a half of touring, the "Justin Timberlake: Madison Square Garden" sign removed from the door, the miniature world i lived in slowly shutting down. It felt hard to breathe. I put my cherry red electric bass guitar back in its case and sit down on the small loveseat in my dressing room, about the size of a small office. I run my fingers through my thick brown hair and take deep breaths. It's crazy to think i'm going to have to go back to normal, and i won't be on stage with justin anymore. I stand up and run my hands across the walls, connecting with the moment.
A few hours later, I hear the thumping of music outside my door and inquiringly step out. The sound echoes down the corridor and leads to an intimidating black door. I start slowly approaching it, but I figure there was no use, given I was only 17, not old enough to drink anyways, so i turn around, when i hear the door swing open and shut, the music swelling quickly and then simmering again. i hear footsteps behind me. I stop and begin to cautiously turn around when i feel a hand groping my waist. I swing around, ready to punch someone, when i see it is justin. My hand falls to my side, and i step back. My mouth opens slightly as he pushes up against me. I smell whiskey on his breath.
"Justin," i say, "you're drunk"
he laughs and tries to touch my face but just falls into the wall.
"I want you" he slurs.
I shush him as i walk him to his medium sized room, sort of like a little hotel room at the venue. He stumbles as he walks and seems to fall into my chest a little too often. When we get there, i swing the door open and tuck him into bed. He smiles, like a little boy with dreamy, tired eyes. I kiss his forehead and step back, about to turn off the light.
"aren't you going to lay by me?"
I look at his wasted smile and whisper a soft no.
"Awww, why? "
"You're drunk"
"I know what i want"
His eyes were dark now, and there was no way in hell that i didn't want to crawl into that bed and enjoy whatever was a part of that scenario, but it wasn't right. I stared at his warm, drunk, body. I knew what i wanted, too. I pushed my hair back and thought over my options.
1) have sex with him
2) leave right now
3) lay next to him in bed until he falls asleep
I walk towards the bed, pulling down the sheets and taking off my heels.
"I knew you would stay" Justin whispers.
I shushed him as i nuzzled into his chest. It felt really good and it didn't cross any boundaries (i hoped) and he breathed out, satisfied. He was asleep within moments, and so was I.
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