Backstage

Chapter 3

I walked up to him in an awkwardly stiff way, somewhat like a robot but not as coordinated. I was so nervous I couldn't breathe. I tried to smile but just stared with a blank, emotionless look on my face. SoMo looked at me and smiled, he actually looked at me and smiled. My insides felt like they were on fire, the butterflies in my stomach we're going crazy. At one point I actually thought of grabbing Jessica, running to her car and driving as far away as possible. But I can't let an opportunity like this just go to waste and pass me by.
After all those thoughts ran through my head I finally stood next to him, THE Joseph Somers-Morales.
"Hey, don't be shy you can get closer." I shifted just a few inches closer to him, close enough to take a picture. " I promise I won't bite,....unless you want me to," he chuckled. His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me in for a picture. My heart sank as he held my side in his hand.
"So what's your name?", he asked while staring at me.
"Umm..." crap I forgot my name. Oh yeah it's Keira. "Keira, my name's Keira."
"Keira, I like it. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I felt my face get hot, the photographer snapped a few pictures. I look up at SoMo and see him staring at me. "Why don't you stick around for a little while, just until I wrap up here and we can go to a party tonight? Only if you want to, I don't want you to feel pressured," he asked. How could I tell him no? Why would I tell him no? Okay Keira, keep it cool don't go all fan girl in front of him. Don't let him know that you're absolutely obsessed with every part of him.
"Sure, I'd love to. Can my best friend Jessica come too?" I reply calmly.
"No problem, the more the merrier." He leans over and kisses me on the cheek and the photographer snaps more pictures. "I'll see you later," he whispers in my ear. My heart races in my chest as I walk away. Jessica then walks up to him and takes a few pictures. Then I see SoMo whisper something to her and she walks away smiling. As soon as she cleared the view of the camera she ran over to me. We both started screaming and jumping up and down, totally fan-girling right now. "I can't believe we're invited to a party by Joseph SoMo!!!!", Jessica squealed.
We waited for about forty five minutes until all of his fans were leaving the stadium. SoMo walked up to us with his entourage and his brother, John. "Hey, you ladies ready to go?",he asked.
"Um, is that even a question? Of course we're ready," Jessica responded.
"Alright let's go." He led us through a narrow hallway that connected to many dressing rooms. He stopped at the third door on the right and opened it. "Come on in, ladies. I just have to grab a few things and we can head on out."
Jessica and I walked into the room. He had clothes all over the place even on the floor. It was as if he lived in this room. "I'm sorry about this mess. I had no idea what I wanted to wear so I went through my whole suitcase," he apologized. He picked up a medium sized duffle bag and a black pullover hoodie with SoMo written on the front of it. "Hey your jacket matches my shirt," I said excitedly.
"Awesome, so now we can be twins for the night," he replied, smiling at me. I turned my head, I could feel my face getting hot again. I felt his eyes linger as he walked to the door of the dressing room. We followed him back out to the hallway where his friends were still waiting.
"Is it me or is John totally checking me out?" Jessica whispered. I looked over at him and tried not to make it obvious that I was looking. But, of course, I failed miserably. Jess was right, he really was checking her out. I turned back to Jessica and assuringly nodded my head.
"I have my car parked outside the backstage entrance. It's a two-seater so one of you can go with John, " Joseph broke the silence. After he said that John walked up beside Jessica and smiled.
"I guess you're riding with me," he said. Jessica looked as if she wanted to scream her little heart out but kept her cool.
"Ladies," he motioned toward the red door at the end of the hallway. We followed and he opened the door. Outside were two cars, a black Audi, a red two-door Mercedes-Benz, and a black Cadillac truck parked side by side. "I'm in the red car. Come on Keira, your chariot awaits," he smiled and I just melted. I didn't say anything and followed him in a daze. He opened the passenger door and I got in, our eyes locked on to each other's. He closed the door and walked around to the other side and got in. "You ready?" he asked. He started the car and drove out of the stadium lot. I hope he didn't notice how nervous I was. "Relax, loosen up a bit. Like I said before, I won't bite until you ask me to," Crap he noticed, I think to myself. I tried to relax my body but my muscles were tense with anxiety. I'm sitting in a car with SoMo, just SoMo and no one else. Who wouldn't be all wound up like this? This man is gorgeous, everything about him sets my body to flames. Just the fact that he's this close to me makes my body tense. "The party is in a penthouse suite in the Fontainebleau hotel. We reserved it just for this night to have a party and I'm glad you accepted my invitation."
"I'm just glad you invited me," I stammered. "This is turning out to be the best birthday ever."
He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "Today's your birthday?" he asked.
"Umm, yeah."
"Well happy birthday beautiful."
"Thanks," I blushed. "It's weird that you invited me to a party on my birthday."
"It's actually pretty cool. So, how old are you?", he questioned.
"I'm 18," I answered.