"What will it take?" I grabbed both his hands in mine and leaned against him. He has to be on stage in three minutes- I know but I don't care.
"Don't," he pushed me away again but not without giving me one last longing look.
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The concert isn't one of the best ones the band's ever done.
As I watched from the restricted area with a new bodyguard right next to me I can't help but notice how distracted Colson seemed. He kept glancing down at his hands, fidgeting every now and then, shaking his head, he wasn't himself.
"What's wrong with him today?" I asked the bodyguard whose name I didn't really remember.
"What's wrong with who?" He had a gruff voice, scary.
"Colson," I nodded towards the stage, "He's not really giving it his all is he?"
"What're you talking about? He's blowing the roof off this place," The bodyguard replied and I looked back at Colson who's now performing 'Till I die'. The crowd is going crazy like it always does, singing along, head bobbing. Maybe I'm being paranoid, why do I even care? So what if he wasn't performing with everything he had?
But he always performed with everything he had.
I really needed to stop being so concerned about him and what he does, and how his concerts are.
"Do you think we can go back to the bus before everyone else?" I leaned in and asked the bodyguard who looked annoyed because I kept doing that- talking that is.
"Why?"
"I'm tired," I admitted.
"I'm supposed to watch over you instead of watching over the rap god which was my job description so yeah I guess I'll have to go wherever you go,"
Okay, so he hates me.
"We can stay here if you want?" I offered weakly, secretly hoping he won't because I really needed to avoid Colson at all costs because he seems way too comfortable with bringing up the whole drunk night fiasco. I looked up to find that the bodyguard had already started walking to the exit doors.
We walked to the bus and it was slowly starting to get cold. That's one thing I hated about Europe, April didn't feel like April- it felt like September or October in the US. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and took a deep breath- maybe I'll take a hot shower tonight.
Bodyguard-who's-name-I-forgot turned around to face me when we got to the bus and glowered.
"Don't sneak out I don't wanna get fired."
"I won't." As if he'd get fired for something that small, Colson ran a tight ship, but it wasn't that tight.
"Thanks," he said and I stepped into the empty bus. It wasn't a surprise that everyone was at the concert so I went straight to my room, stripped and got into the shower. We weren't gonna check into a hotel tonight because we'll be driving to Edinburgh as soon as the concert ended, it was all the same for me though, all I needed was a soft place to lay my head and my trustee satchel full of necessities.
