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the crowd, and all their experiences combined into something bigger than any of them individually. It was a powerful thing to witness, and I was still trying to take it all in. I decided that tonight I wanted to be a fly on the wall and maybe gain a new perspective.
    “ What’s your plan?” Trey asked me, suddenly standing in front of me.
    “ My plan?” I repeated. I’d woke up with this crazy idea for the Catalyst shows that I thought might make the set feel more complete. I’d shared my idea with Trey, and he and the other guys were completely on board with it. The only problem was that pulling it off was completely dependent on my ability to transform them all into zombies in under ten minutes. I’d done a practice run on Trey this morning, and I’d managed to do his zombie makeup in two and a half minutes. Even for a vampire, I felt that was impressive. Then I’d spent the day shopping for suits for each of the guys before taking them back to the bus and shredding them with a knife until they looked thoroughly tattered to my satisfaction.
    Trey grinned at me and cupped my cheek with his free hand, his other one holding his guitar. “Is everything okay?” he asked softly.
    I nodded and smiled. “Yeah,” I assured him. “I think I want to watch from the side of the stage tonight, though. That way I’ll be ready when you all come back to the lounge to get ready for the encore.”
    He nodded , and we walked together to the backstage area. “The hotel we’re at tonight has a great pool and a hot tub with our name on it,” he said, grinning.
    “ Talked me into it,” I said. A little R&R by the pool sounded amazing.
    “ You know you have free run of the place,” Trey reminded me. “Unfortunately the only castle I have to offer is these concrete walls, and floors, and a ridiculously high decibel volume out there, but you’re the queen.”
    I looked into his bright blue eyes, crystal clear with purpose. “It’s the only castle I need,” I promised.
    He smiled and slowly brushed his lips against my own, sending a jolt of his adrenaline through me. I pulled him back down for a second kiss, suddenly reluctant to let him go. When the kiss ended, he leaned his forehead against mine and said, “I’ll see you soon.”
    I let him go, but waved when he looked back over his shoulder at me . He carried his guitar onto the stage alongside his brothers, only to be met my an eruption of screaming.
    I couldn ’t fathom the pressure the guys must have been feeling as they walked out into the frenzy of expectations awaiting them.
    How did anyone do that night after night?
    They made it look easy. Maybe it was easy when you loved it as much as they did. As for me, I was perfectly content to cheer from the sidelines, pinching myself occasionally to make sure I wasn’t just being swept up in a dream I didn’t deserve.
    The show was dead on. Trey was dead on. I already knew the moment he picked up a guitar it became an extension of him, but I found as I watched that the same happened with a microphone, or the stage itself. He was strictly business during a song, lending to whatever mood the lyrics and music called for as he performed. In between songs he was laughing and going back and forth with the other guys and the fans. Watching it all, I almost began to feel like I’d never seen a concert before, which was absurd. Just something about seeing it from this perspective now... or maybe it was all Trey. He’d been on stage the first moment I’d laid eyes on him at Carlie’s, and maybe that was the key. He was very open and vulnerable with his performance that night, moving the crowd in a way that most rock stars couldn’t do on their own without the big stage, and the smoke, and light effects. I’d even wondered briefly if he was a vampire, but as soon as he’d gotten close I’d realized he was human.
    I focused on the present again, watching Trey switch out his guitar for an acoustic-electric while Jonas