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Backstage you could easily hear the noise, the screams, the crying. The warm up act was over, and soon it would be time for them to go on stage. He looked over to where Brian and Justin where goofing around, shaking his head. They were always like this, but he knew that they would get their act together in a few minutes, as the time to go on stage came closer.

All was ready, time to go.

Clothes on, the heat from the hall making it even more uncomfortable to wear the rubber suits they had on in the beginning. They had started to move towards the door now, to get strapped up so they could fly onto the stage.

Always the same thing. They had done this show in all over the world already, but now they were almost home, doing the last show, an extra, in Los Angeles.

'time to rock and roll' he thinks as he feels himself being lifted up in the air.

Always the same, always.

He wanted something new. He was tired of the same. Nothing happened anymore. No one came by to visit.

Sure, he had the guys, but there wasn't much they could do together, as they were rarely interested in sneaking around to follow him into bars they didn't feel comfortable in.

He was tired of dating girls so no one would know, he was tired of sneaking around.

That wasn't life, that wasn't why he had joined the group.

He had been lucky, spending the last few years on the road with a successful group, with the guys. They were all great, had their moments.

Yet something just didn't feel right. Like this was not the way it was supposed to be, these were not the guys he was supposed to spend all his time with.

Someone was out there, waiting.

He could feel it.

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His eyes scanned the crowd as they flew over them, the sound seemed far away, and in a way it was. He landed on stage, ready to start another show.

He heard his name being said, heard the screams, knew it was soon time to go, but his eyes had locked on HIM.

His hair was bleached, but it was natural blonde.

Eyes that were shining in the light that flashed around them.

Killer blue eyes.

Dressed in a tank top that looked like it was made for that body.

His inner being screamed of joy as he met those eyes.

Just for a second, only a second.

Then the music started, and he had a show to do.

 

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