BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 18

Holly began to settle into the routine of the tour. They slept on the bus for the next two days, for their shows in Seattle and Vancouver. She woke around 10, drank coffee with whoever was awake in the front lounge, texted Dylan, and then bummed around with Dominic until sound check. They were being completely unsubtle, and she had gotten some disapproving looks from Gavin and Tom, but she didn't care. She was reliving her teenage years, giddy and foolish every time she saw him, a stupid grin stretching across her face until she ducked her head to hide it. She saw the same look on his face: stunned, elated. It would all come crashing down eventually, but she didn't care about that now.

She usually ate dinner with Gillian, who was quickly becoming her #1 tour buddy. And after dinner, the show: the best part of her day, even more so than the time she spent with Dominic. Music was better than any man. It would never leave her, and every time was just as good as the first. The thrill never wore off. Music never rolled over in bed and started snoring and left her hanging.

Not that she was bitter.

And not that she thought Dominic would ever treat her like that. But you never know.

In Vancouver, she had her first meet and greet. "We don't do these in every city," Gavin explained. "It's sort of a special thing, usually if a local radio station organizes it. And it's not in your contract, so you can totally skip it if you want to, but the fans have been asking, and so i thought -"

"I'd be happy to," Holly said. "What do i do?"

"Smile and hug people, basically," Gavin said. "It can get a little weird, i think. If you're not comfortable -"

"It's fine," Holly said firmly. "It sounds fun." It didn't sound fun, but she didn't want to be a party pooper. If the fans wanted to meet her, she would smile and kiss babies and whatever it took. She wanted everyone to like her; and she especially wanted Dominic to approve of her, to think that she was a team player and pulling her weight.

The meet and greet took place just after soundcheck. The fans were corralled in a sort of holding area, and then dispensed in small groups by the arena security guards. They screamed and squealed, and some of them cried. Most of them wanted to hug Dominic. Nobody tried to hug Holly; they wanted her autograph, and to tell her that they thought she was doing a great job. Holly smiled, and signed her name, and thanked them.

"That was sort of weird," she said to Dominic, after it was over.

He nodded."It's a trip, isn't it? But i was the same way - there were bands i worshipped as a teenager. I had their albums memorized. Every one of their songs spoke to my deep, mysterious teenage soul. And i think if i had ever met any of them, i would have pissed myself and fainted. So it's pretty weird now that i am one of those bands. These kids act like we're - well. You know. Its weird."

"Like you're the second coming of Christ," Holly said. "Yeah. i know. You're a real deal rock star." It was weird for her, too, thinking about all of the magazines that Dominic face had been plastered on, all of the people who eagerly gobbled your ever scrap of gossip about his personal life. He was a public figure in a way that was hard to fully grasp.

Even that wasn't the strangest part of the meet and greet. That honor went to Michaels interactions with the fans. Tom and Dominic had sworn up and down that Michael was great with the fans, they adored him, et cetera, but Holly hadn't really believed it until she'd seen it with her own two eyes. Michael was charming. He laughed, he hugged people with no sign of hesitation, he gently teased a crying girl until she was all smiles. He even remembered a fan from a previous meet and greet a year ago and addressed her by name. It was, all in all, an impressive bit of work.