Showtime!

Chapter three

P.O.V. EMILY

From the stage you have a huge view into the room. I see people walking up and down with big boxes and carts with cords and equipment. The girls are nervously clumped. I secretly think back to the meeting of net. So Shawn and I are kind of friends, only he's five years older than me. It seemed like he wanted more than friends, there was a kind of lust in his eyes. My phone is in the pocket of my sweatpants. Not the most flattering outfit, but it doesn't really matter for the rehearsal. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Shawn💖: Stop looking so angry!

I laugh at how he put himself in my contacts. I look up to see him standing there and wave. The girls behind me start screaming and I roll my eyes. Yes, I am a super fan but this is really going too far. He laughs and starts typing on his phone again. Immediately afterwards I get another message.

Shawn💖: I really want to watch... is that okey?

I almost have to laugh again. I quickly type a message back and put my phone in my pocket. "Ready? Start the music!" I hear someone calling behind me. The three other girls run away. Kira and I open the dance on If I can't have you tight. This is going to be fine.

P.O.V SHAWN

Emily😘: Of course you can stay! But please don't clap if we are done, I get really insecure about that.

I put my phone away and I hear the music start. My studio version. I would love to stand next to Emily right now. To sing it while she is dancing. The performance is going really wel. Afterwards I get up and softly clap. I see the angry look on Emilys face, but the other girls seem to like it. I get my phone out of my pocket and send her a message.

U: Do you want to come to my dressing room? Then we can talk about the show and stuff.

Emily😘: Sure. I will be there in ten minutes.

U: Nice!

I look up and see that the dancers have disappeared. I reluctantly get up and walk back to my dressing room. My watch indicates that I have three hours and 45 minutes left. When I am almost at my dressing room I am stopped by Linda, the attendant now that my manager is ill. "Your Q&A will start in three hours, don't forget it," she says absently. "Yes, I will remind myself," I reply with a sigh. The luxury singer's life is not always so much fun, especially if you have an attendant who is so absent that she sometimes loses you while you're standing next to her. In the distance I can already see Emily standing at my door. Impatiently she looks around her . I want to walk over to her but Linda stops me. "Shawn, shouldn't you be singing in?" she asks. "I'm going to do it now, if you let me through," I say. She lets me go. I almost want to run to my dressing room. "Hey, I'm so sorry I'm late. My attendant stopped me," I say, opening my door for her. She shrugs and walks in, then I close the door behind us.