Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(42)

“Blair, I was wondering…” Nate starts, but the bus stops. I quickly stand up, running outside to get some fresh air. I know Nate wouldn’t walk out just in his boxers.

“Don’t forget this.” Naomi comes running out with my mask, and I quickly put it on. “Nate looks upset,” she says. “The girl didn’t stay.”

“I don’t care if she stayed or not. I also don’t care if Nate is hurt. I am hurt. Right now, I care more about me. Naomi, I need you to be on my side.” I lean against the bus.

“I am on your side. I just know you have liked Nate for so long and now this could be your chance to be with him. You are his dream girl.”

“After last night I haven’t got the energy anymore. Plus, if he really wants me, he can be the one now to do the running. I have wanted anything he can throw at me for so long and now he can do it. If he truly wants me, he will prove it,” I say when I see Rich and Gav heading toward us and I give them both smiles.

“Hello, boys, looking good as always,” I say sweetly. I notice Naomi roll her eyes.

“Looking good yourself. Nice legs,” Gav says, winking at me. I look down at my short shorts and notice they are quite revealing.

“Did you have fun last night? You looked like you did with all the shots I saw you consume.” Rich chuckles.

“I’m feeling it today.” I avoid the question. “I’m going to be heading to the venue shortly if that’s okay?”

“But you got a few hours until you need to rehearse.” Rich checks his watch.

“I’m in the mood to play beforehand.” Music always makes me feel better and I want to get some of this frustration out of me.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Go get ready. I’ll be here.”

I smile before heading back on the bus.

Nate is still sitting in his seat. I walk past him, heading to the bunk area, putting on a pair of black skinny jeans. I see Troy’s clean clothes scattered about and I grab a white shirt, remembering what Tegan wore at the photoshoot. I leave most of the buttons open, so you can see my black lace bra.

I wave up my hair, doing my makeup and placing the mask back in place. I look in the mirror, feeling good with my appearance even though I still feel a little drained. I look at Tegan, who is still sleeping. I kiss her forehead before walking to where Naomi is near the couch and her eyes trail my body.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I say. All guys turn and looks to me. I feel Nate check me out slowly.

“Ready, sweets?” Rich steps on the bus and I give him a warm smile, skipping toward him, linking my arm through his.

“Always.” I wink at him and he smirks at me.

“Wait for me,” Naomi calls out after me.

Rich drives us to the venue and I already see everyone working away setting everything up. I head to the stage, helping out. I want to keep myself busy and this is what I’m good at. The roadies know it’s me behind the mask, but they all tease me, pretending they don’t know who I am.

Once the microphone is set up, I turn up the radio to see what’s playing and I smile at the sound of Lady Gaga’s “Alejandro.” I grab the mic, moving my hips to the beat as I start to sing. I love a catchy song, and Lady Gaga knows her shit.

When the first chorus hits, the roadies stop what they are doing, turning up the radio, making the music flow around the room, and they all start dancing. Travis comes to me with a headpiece, placing it on me, then takes my hand as we start to waltz around the stage.

I sing to him. When he spins me, I walk slowly back to the middle and a few of the girls join me as we start to do a dance routine. Them singing along with me. Naomi joins my side, smiling at me.

Moving my hips, I sing with all the energy I can muster. I sing louder, I sing with everything in me. Singing out all the anger I am feeling.

I am still singing when Travis once again takes my hand and we waltz around the stage during the chorus. When the last words leave my mouth, we all applaud one another. I watch as they disconnect a few things, getting them back to where they were.

Feeling eyes on me, I turn to see the guys and my sister standing there, gazing at me.

How long have they been standing there?

Why are they even here?

Nate’s eyes are entranced with mine. He walks slowly toward the stage, toward me. “You can really sing,” he says in awe.

I shrug. “I guess.” I walk away, heading to the changing rooms, not wanting him to try and pull me back in.

I head in the room and I’m only in there for two seconds before the door bangs open, Nate walking in, locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I yell at him.

“I am sick of you ignoring me.”

I start to laugh. “You have been doing that to me for years. I have done it for what?” I pretend to look at my imaginary watch. “Half a day?” I point to the door. “Get out.”

“No.”

No?

“Get the fuck out,” I yell at him, but he walks slowly toward me.

“No,” he says in a stern voice.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” I walk around him, heading to the door, when I feel him push me against it. His front pressed into my back. “Get the hell off me,” I shout, trying to push him back, but he’s too strong.