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POV — amber
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MY LEGS dangled from the chair, a cocktail held in my right hand. the ice floating around the glass caused my hand to become moist from the condensation, as our group sat in the dressing room. it was top of the pops night, and nervous wasn't even the word to describe how i felt. the pulsating feeling in my stomach quickened, nausea swirling around my throat. i prayed that i wouldn't throw up beforehand.
sarah was droning on about how graham had better not be late because he was going to help her set up. michael was twirling his drum sticks around with his fingers, humming something to himself and colin was sat down in the corner, fingers interlaced together. he tended to be very quiet before shows.
thoughts and questions raced through my brain: what time would liam and damon arrive today? would damon be weirded out by justine's presence? would people like our music? would something bad happen?
a knock on the door sounded throughout the whole room. i stood up, placing my drink on the desk in front of me before opening the door to a very smiley damon, flowers in hand. i squealed, hugging him tightly. i adored our occasional gatherings, because since we were both recording now, we could barely see each other. it pained me. i missed his affectionate, bubbly presence, how his futile sense of humour continually succeeded in lighting the room up with laughter. i enjoyed seeing him smile, how it glowed bright enough to outshine the sun. the ambience that followed him made me excited whenever he came around, like a child running through a playground, wind running through their hair and brushing elegantly across the face.
"you didn't have to get these at all, oh my god!" i took the bouquet from his hand, taking in the scent. the aroma was sweet, like a mix of honey and gingerbread. who knew flowers could smell that luscious?
"oh, stop that, of course i did!" he beamed, hands deep in his jacket pocket. "it's your first top of the pops gig." my face burned crimson as he smiled back down at me. "also, you look amazing tonight."
i kissed him on the cheek, wishing him luck for the night ahead of us. as the door clicked shut, sarah scoffed sarcastically, sitting back against the sofa she was now sat on. "he seems awfully keen."
