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incredible kiss in the rain. “But he’s such a
lady-killer. It was only a matter of time before he messed things up with Lola,
and I was the girl that he was going to see everyday of the tour so…I dunno , I just feel like he got confused.”
    “Okay, no,” Sierra said,
pulling my arms up and forcing me to sit up. “You need to stop being you for
like, five seconds and realize that you guys are perfect for each other. You’re
meant to be. It’s just not going to be easy.” I looked into her eyes, filled
with compassion and understanding. I threw my arms around her, burying my head
into her soft shoulder. I sighed into her, grateful for the comfort. She was
always so supportive, even when I decided to cut my own bangs in sixth grade.
    “Just don’t give up,” she
murmured.
    “Why are you like, our
biggest fangirl ?” I laughed.
    “I think I’m your only fangirl ,” she giggled back, affectionately ruffling my
hair.
    “I don’t know what’s going
to happen, but at least I know I have you.”
    She bit her lip, and I saw
something strange flit across her face. “Aw. Bailey, there’s something I’ve
been meaning to talk to you about—”
    There was a loud knock at
the door. “Come on manager! We need to get to soundcheck !”
It was Brandon’s voice, muffled behind the wood door. I gave Sierra an
apologetic look.
    “Can we raincheck the talk?”
    “Sure,” She nodded, taking
my hand as we stood up together.
    “Bailey!” Brandon
hollered.
“I’m coming, hold on!” I shouted back, picking up my purse and
making sure all of my valuables were in it before we left the room. 
We
arrived at the venue on time for once, which was relief. It was a smaller
venue, so not quite the size of the one in Orlando, but still sizable. The
headliner wasn’t huge, but they were big enough to fill up the place.
    Backstage Sierra was super
helpful with moving equipment while I went around introducing myself to the
owner of the venue, the stage manager, and the manager of the headlining band,
Time Warp. Everything was set to go, except that Nick and Trent both looked
like they had swallowed lemons.
    “Okay,” I said once I
finally corralled the guys into a private little corner backstage. “I know that
stuff has been weird for everyone. But we have to put that aside and remember
why we’re here,” I said, pulling out four copies of the set list from my
color-coded binder. “Brandon put these together. Now can I get you guys to
smile?”
    Nick looked at me in a
strange way. It was almost like there was pity in his chocolate eyes.
    “What is it?” I said, trying
to act like I was unaffected by the look even though my stomach was filling
with dread. “If there’s something I need to know, spit it out.” I tried to
catch Trent’s eye but he just looked away.
    Brandon took my hand, giving
it a gentle squeeze. “This might be our last show.”
    “What?” I said, staring at
him blankly.
    “This might be—”
    “I heard you,” I snapped,
fear wrapping around me in invisible coils. “Why? What the hell is going on?”
    “With everything that’s
happened,” Nick said slowly, giving me a knowing look. “You know, back home and
all, we just can’t continue. I had to make an executive decision.”
    “When was anyone going to
tell me?” Martin snapped. “Whatever. You guys weren’t who I thought you were
anyway. Later,” he said before turning on his heel and storming out the exit.
    “Martin, wait!” Brandon
called after him, following him out the door.
    “You understand, don’t you?”
Nick said softly.
    I knew with Sierra only a
dozen feet behind us, dragging a cable over to the stage, Nick could only say
so much. I nodded, trying to stop the tears that brimmed my eyelids.
    “It was only a matter of
time anyway,” I said in a near whisper. “But you guys...will be safe, right?” I
said, thinking back to the blonde woman on the TV. What if someone shot Trent
or Brandon? I couldn’t bear to