Battle
Scars
Chapter 18
Alaska’s P.O.V.
We get out at the venue. Big place, could seat around 3,000 people.
We walk into the door labelled ‘Backstage’. I open the
door. I find a hall, with individual dressing rooms for each of the
lads, and then I spot our two dressing rooms. We take a look in
them. There’s two bags with a label, which say ‘Do Not
Open – Dress And Shoes.”
So we walk out of our dressing rooms, since we could’nt see
our dresses and shoes, so we wander along, into sidestage, to find
Harry.
“Hey!” I say, walking along.
He turns around.
“Hey! The soundcheck’s about to start, if you want to
see it.”
“Of course we do!”
“Well then, get in your seats.”
“Mkay!”
So we sit in two seats, right at the centre of the front row.
It’s now 5:15, and I notice that there’s a group of
thirty fangirls coming in – they must have won a competition
at a radio station or something to see the soundcheck. So
there’s a lot of screaming going on, and we’re staring
at them, and then one of them, she appeared to be 19, pointed us
out. We wave at them. And then they come charging down to the front
to meet us.
We’re bomabarded with a sea of introductions and
questions.
“Woah! One at a time, girls.”
The one who pointed us out goes first.
“Hi, I’m Bailey. I watched your video a thousand times,
and I absolutely love you guys and One Direction.”
“Hi, Bailey!” we say simuletaneously. “Thank you
for watching the video, without each and every single one of those
views we would’nt be here today!” I say.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure, anything!” says Rubes.
“I’m about to start chemo next week… and two of
the things of my bucket list are to see you guys and One Direction
in person. Since a concert is the closest thing I’ll ever get
to meeting One Direction, that’s why I’m here.
It’s an added bonus that you just happen to be right here,
and I actually get to talk to you. ”
By now, I had tears in my eyes. And after my high school career of
being popular and tough-as-nails, hardly anything made me cry.
Rubes appeared to be tougher than me, though. She appeared to be as
normal, listening patiently.
“Would you like to hear us sing?” she offers.
“Just the chorus of Kiss You though, because if I know
anything about concerts, it’s that the soundcheck will indeed
be starting soon.”
“Yes!” she says, excitement flushing through her
face.
And we sing! She ends up smiling ear to ear, by the end of the
chorus. Good timing on our part, because as soon as we finish, the
track to C’mon C’mon started.
“Thank you.” She whispers.
“You’re very welcome sweetie.”
The soundcheck was VERY entertaining.
And then the techies call us backstage for makeup and dress.
But not before I give Bailey a backstage pass.