Backstage by Mandy Bee (guided reading books TXT) 📕

“Flower please listen to your heart, and don’t let him get away.” She says sadly.

“I will, I’ll call you, I promise.” I hug her once more and get in line to board. Paris here I come! Justin here I come!

CHRIS HAD A driver waiting for me when I landed. He was holding a sign that read ‘Flower Rose Marshall’ I don’t know why Chris added my middle name but whatever. As we pull up to the arena I start shaking, the buses are already here. I texted Tammy after I got off the plane, she wished me luck. Yeah I need lots of luck right now.

The driver hands me my bags and I thank him before he leaves. Taking a deep breath I walk up to the bus and see Tom standing by the door. Chris mailed me my badge and I knew I had to wear it to get clearance to be back here. He smiles at me and gives me a big hug. Without saying a word he takes my bags and opens the door of the bus. I climb on the bus and see everyone sitting there playing video games. I feel instance joy and love and excitement!

“FLOWER!” Dave and Scot screamed, they took turns picking me up and spinning me around. I hugged Chris then looked at Justin. Saying he was in shock would be an understatement. But after a minute he walked up to me and kissed me.

I could hear the others laughing but I didn’t care. It felt so good to be in his arms again, and to kiss him again. When we broke the kiss both of us just smiled at each other. I turned to look at everyone.

“I missed y’all!” I said starting to tear up.

“Did you know about this?” Justin asked Chris. Chris just nodded, Scot punched his arm asking how could he not tell them that I was coming.

“Can we talk?” I ask Justin, he smiles at me. “We’ll be right back.” I tell the others as we walk to the back room.

Wow, Chris was telling the truth. Everything is just how I left it. I run my hand over the comforter and smile when he wraps his arms around me.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers in my ear. I turn to face him and put my arms around his neck.

“I missed you too. Are you okay with me flying out here?” I ask as I lay my head on his chest, I feel safe for the first time since I left.

“Of course I am.” He kisses the top of my head “You know we have a four day break after Paris, I was thinking about fly home to see you. Guess great minds think alike”

“I guess so.” I giggle

“How long are you staying?” I knew he would ask this but how to I answer?

“I don’t know yet, how long do you want me to stay?” I ask pulling back some so I can look at him.

“I want you back Flower, please come back.” He is chocking up, and if he starts crying then I’ll start crying and we will be a mess when we go back out there.

“I still don’t think I can live this life style, I’m not cut out for it. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.”

“Our next stop is in Bologna Italy, a little over nine hours away. What if we stayed in Paris for a few days then meet up with the others the day of the show?”

“I don’t think Chris would like that, I mean I haven’t seen him in three weeks. Plus I came here to be with my whole family, because I missed all of you.” I can see the hurt on his face.

“Well I guess we should get back out there.” He says releasing me.

“Can you do something for me tonight?” I ask while stopping him from opening the door. He nods at me “Can you stay with me back here tonight?” His answer came in the form of a kiss.

Tonight I want to dress up, I want to make sure I look really nice. I have promised all of them that I would stand by the stage and cheer them on. What they don’t know is that I now know every song they have ever sung by heart. Yup, I’m now a Freak Street fan, but can you blame me? When I was at home I would play their albums over and over again. Then I found myself singing the songs while cooking or while in the shower, I got hooked.

I was putting my hair up when I heard Chris yell that they were heading over for sound check, I told him I would be there in a few minutes. I look in the mirror to check my outfit. I’m wearing a black wrap dress that has a white trim at the bottom and a white belt. My hair is up in a clip, just how I like it. I’m wearing my Tiffany butterfly necklace and Rachael’s pearl earrings. I know they don’t really match but I had to wear both of them tonight. A pair of white sandals and some clear lip gloss and I’m ready.

Tom is waiting for me when I walk off the bus. He walks me all the way to the stage then hugs me before leaving. I stand there and watch the men I love do what they do best. Justin is in the middle of their first number one hit, I watch him dance around the stage. He is using the microphone his mother and I got him, I can tell right then that I’m going to need a box of tissues to help get me through tonight’s show.

The Paris show is almost over and I have only cried twice, both times were during a slow song. I watch Justin as he works the stage, he is amazing.