Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(12)

He’s upset over a girl.

“You are never alone. We are your family. Let’s go play, play to those who believe in you.” I must have said something right as he nods and we start heading to the stage area. One thing I do notice is that he keeps hold of my hand until we reach the stage and he stands in his spot, the center of the stage.

“What was that about?” Naomi asks me as spotlights hit each member of the band.

“He got stage fright again.” Looking at him now, talking to the audience, smiling at them, you wouldn’t think he had.

“You think he would be used to all this by now.”

“You can’t help how you feel. He also said something interesting,” I say sadly.

“What’s that?”

“He mentioned a girl. Think he is hurting over a girl.” Saying it out loud is a kick in the teeth.

“I’m sorry, honey. You think we would have known if there was a girl. He kept that very well hidden.” She pulls me to her side, giving me a sideways hug.

I watch as the band plays another amazing show. I can feel the excitement, the adrenaline run through me by the crowd and I’m not even playing. The fans’ energy just shoots right through you like a drug.

It is the last song of the night. This is my favorite part. The crowd quiets as the place turns into darkness. Nate always sings a cover song, a song that touches your soul.

His voice captivates you.

I hold my breath, waiting to hear him sing when the first words leave him, I know I can’t look away, even if I wanted to. He sings “Apologize” by One Republic. The whole place is quiet apart from him and the instruments following his lead.

There is only a single light in the whole room and that is on him.

His voice is haunting. I can see the sadness and hurt written all over his face. I just want to run out there and hold him, tell him everything is going to be okay. I wonder if it’s the girl that has damaged him.

“Shit, the boy can sing,” Naomi says, transfixed on him also.

All I can do is nod. I am holding my hands against my chest, my heart screaming out to him. Like he can hear it, his head turns facing me. He can hardly see me as I’m hidden in the darkness, but he looks for me, then looks away, to the ground, as he finishes the song.

The light goes out and the crowd screams in awe. My eyes are still on him, watching him. He doesn’t move. He stays rooted to the spot until Troy comes up behind him, clapping his back. They all start to walk off the stage.

No final words.

No goodbyes to the crowd, but they love them.

Well, more like they love him.

Naomi and I walk behind them, with Rich and Gav walking right behind us. Tegan tells everyone she is going for a shower and walks off and I look at Nate and he watches her go for a second before looking away, heading to the meet and greet room.

What if the girl who has hurt him is my sister?

Makes sense. She is gorgeous. They do make a cute couple. But it would mean that she has slept with him, he has been inside her. I shake my head, getting rid of the disgusting images. I don’t want to be seeing my older sister sleeping with the guy I crush on.

“You are making weird faces,” Naomi whispers as we stand in the far corner of the room. Great, now I look like I’m having facial spasms. “What’s up?”

“I think the girl is my sister,” I say, defeated.

“What makes you think that? She’s a bitch. I know she’s your sister, but she is. You think if the hottest guy in the world was fucking you, you would be happier.” We both look at Nate and like he can sense us looking at him, he turns looking at us both. Naomi and I badly try and look elsewhere, but I know that failed badly.

“Can we be any more obvious?” I whisper-shout at her.

“He’s probably used to girls looking at him.” She shrugs.

“I don’t want him to think we do, though.” I place my face in my hands. “I can’t wait for this day to be over. I need sleep, big time.” I yawn.

“Tell me about it. I need to sleep so I can dream about Troy doing very bad things to me.” She looks at Troy, who is stretching. In doing so his shirt lifts, exposing his toned abs. “Holy fuck, I swear I just clit orgasmed.”

“Clit orgasmed?” I chuckle.

“You know where your clit does that pulse thing, like a clit contraction.”

I look at her like she’s mad.

“I have never had a clit orgasm.” I thought there was only one type of orgasm. I haven’t even had a normal one. I’m no virgin. I’ve been with two guys, but unfortunately, they never gave me the big O.

I have toys but nothing.

Maybe my vagina is broken.

Would explain a lot.

“Oh, girl, it’s an intense feeling. It makes you want a dick inside you so badly after, it sometimes wakes me up when I have a sex dream. My clit just goes…” She opens and closes her hand like it’s pulsing quickly. “Have you got a bullet? A bullet, it’s a sex toy,” she explains.

“No, I don’t.”

“Get one. It’s for clit stimulation. Put it on the highest setting and press it against your clit until you feel a good sensation and keep it there until your clit pulses. Trust me, you know when it will happen.” She winks at me.

No harm in trying it out.