I haven't been this nervous since the Jack & Jack concert and while I'm driving Rylee has to grab the steering week every 4 seconds just to keep us on the road. I'm shaking. but when we get there nerves is pushed aside from excitement and before I even know it we are tending outside the doors. We're an hour early because I didn't really know how bad traffic was going to be or how hard it was going to be to get a spot in the parking lot. believe it or not barely any one is here- there are some die hard fans outside the window nearly pissing themselves thinking that they are actually in the venue and then some homeless people harassing them for money. Rylee pulls down the visor and checks herself in the mirror and I do the same- we don't have much to do in the next hour so we decide to go to the bathroom.
"I don't think we'll be able to get in.." Rylee says.
"Oh shit."
I didn't even think of that. I pull her arm and tell her to be quiet as we sneak towards the back- and sure enough a back door is left wide open labeled "VIP"
"Oh well!" I say.
as we walk in there are doors upon doors with names on them. Some I don't even know but then I hear a tiny squeal and Rylee hits my arm- I turn around,
"Shutup! What!?"
She doesn't say anything instead she just points, and as I turn my head to where she's pointing I see in black bold letters-
"HAYES GRIER"
I take my phone out immediately, motioning her to be quiet and take a picture then slowly open the door.
Rylee is clenching onto my hand for dear life- but I'm sure he's not even in here so I just keep quiet.
When we first walk in there are clothes everywhere, which doesn't make sense because it's only a meet and greet and I'm sure you really don't need outfit changes during it but who knows. Rylee beside me is picking up a plain black t-shirt and rubbing it all over her face, memorizing the smell. I just keep walking ignoring her jumping up and down like a fucking kangaroo and try to find a bathroom. so I head towards the back and sure enough beyond the mountain of clothes and makeup stands there's a tiny door in the back of the room. I walk in- and as soon as I do I regret it.
"Who the hell are you?"
