The Boy On Twitter [COMPLETED]

•The Boy•

Brad and I walked through a bunch of corridors and up stairs, on the off white walls were signs pointing which way to go for dressing rooms and the stage

"don't worry" I heard Brad say, "he's nervous but he's excited, how did you guys even meet?"

Meet was such a weird word, we met but we didn't, we had talked on twitter and I trusted him enough to give him my address but I haven't met him yet

"Meet is yet to happen, we've talked, just not in person yet" I responded 
"oh" he replied "either way it's great he can talk to someone without worrying about the fame part of it"

I still didn't know him, I still didn't know his band, I still had yet to witness him play a damn instruments, he had sent me short videos of him talking and singing and I had to be honest, it was nice, even if he had this crazy life, it was nice he talked to me, like a person who didn't have fame below their feet. 

It was getting close to doors when Brad took me out to the side stage, I saw the seats, it was so strange to me that these seats would be filled with young teenage girls screaming for the attention of these boys, it was so strange for me to see this side of the stage. 

"you can either stay here or go out there" Brad said, I did what any girl would do, I stayed side stage, I stayed on the other side of the stage, the stage they didn't pass me, I saw the crowd fill the seats, one by one the seats went from empty to filled, rows and rows of teenage girls and their parents, rows of people talking to their friends and rows of girls trying to find a way to get the bands attention, signs were all over and I let a breath out, I put my earplugs in, being this close to speakers I didn't want to damage my hearing, I stared across the stage to see three boys hyping themselves up, they seemed a little to hyped up. 

Then I saw his face, and his smile.
Fuck.