I was waiting for the band in the Starchild's dressing room.
About a few hours later, I saw Paul's sexy structure come through the Superman curtain.
He frowned when I grinned at him.
"What are you doing back here"?
"I was just waiting for you, silly".
I giggled and he smiled with a chuckle.
"'I'm just teasing...".
He stroked my hair and I reached up and tried to do the same with his.
"Hey, keep your hands off the hair".
"It's already messy".
Paul didn't say a word.
"The crowd is really bigger than usual, so we'll have to keep the makeup on until we get to the hotel".
I watched as he sat down by the vanity and picked up his brush to fix his makeup.
"I wanna help you..."
I reached out and grabbed a brush.
But then, he took it away from me.
I tried to grab another one, and he moved my hand away.
"I said no..."
Soon, the rest of the band appeared in the dressing room.
"Fuck, the paparazzi almost knocked us off our feet".
Peter sat down in a chair next to the wall.
I shyly sat down on the couch that was next to Paul.
