anything...”
“I know that. Johnnie told me to bring you backstage.”
Jess’s eyes went wide and she looked at Marie. Marie’s jaw could be swept off the floor.
“My friend, Marie...”
“She can come too,” the security guard said. “But she can’t go into his room. His rules, not mine.”
Marie pushed at Jess as Jess stared at Marie.
“Come on, we have to get going. Right now.”
The security guard led the way to the black gate and they walked along it, the large man acting as a battering ram, pushing his way through the crowd. Jess stayed an inch away from the man, catching the scent of his body odor. Behind her, Marie held Jess’s wrist.
Jess stared at the stage, watching Johnnie and Chasing Cross perform. She felt disconnected from the world in those passing moments, following the security guard as he walked beyond the gate, taking Jess and Marie with him.
They walked along the stage and towards a back room door. Once in there, there was a hallway leading to all the different dressing rooms and storage closets.
The security guard moved with thunderous footsteps.
Marie hurried and walked next to Jess.
“I’ve never done this before,” Marie whispered.
“What? Backstage?” Jess asked.
“Yes. I’ve snuck out back at shows and waited for bands, but this... you’re going to meet Johnnie from Chasing Cross.”
Jess smiled. “Not the first time.”
“Wait, what?”
The security guard stopped and pointed to a door. “That’s Johnnie’s room.” He pointed to Jess. “You go in. And you...” He pointed to Marie. “You follow me. We’re going to a general area. You can watch the band leave to go to their bus.”
“No,” Jess said. “Marie, that’s not safe.”
“I get to meet Chasing Cross,” she said. “And you get... how do you know Johnnie?”
“The café today,” Jess said. “When I got off the phone with you. He was behind me in line. I sat with him and we talked. I swear, I had no idea who he was.”
“I hate you,” Marie said.
She turned and looked at the security guard. “Do you have a name?”
“Does that matter?” the guard asked, folding his arms.
“Just trying to be friendly.”
“I don’t do friendly.” His eyes moved to Jess. “Go inside and wait.” His eyes moved back to Marie. “You follow me.”
With that said, everyone moved. Jess watched Marie start to walk away and she hated it. It didn’t seem right or fair, but Marie was happy enough just to be there, just to experience something she thought was amazing.
The real amazing part was as Jess opened the door to Johnnie’s dressing room. She stepped inside and thought she could smell him. Subtle hints of their conversation at the café. She took small steps, too afraid to touch or do a thing. She finally settled on a small leather couch and did the only thing possible.
She waited.
The sound of the music came through the walls at a dull roar. The muffled version of the music was nothing compared to the live version, but even still, Jess found herself nodding her head, enjoying the music.
When it came to a stop, she realized that was it.
The last song.
Johnnie screamed his thanks to the crowd and that was it.
The crowd cheered and began to chant for the band.
Chasing Cross... Chasing Cross... Chasing Cross... Chasing Cross...
The chants continued with no signs of slowing down. Jess’s heart pounded in her chest, unsure what to expect next. She watched the door, waiting for Johnnie to open the door. But the crowd... the chants...
Jess started to stand from the couch when she heard the crowd explode even louder.
No way , she thought.
She never heard such a loud response before. The sound was loud through the walls and hall so she could only imagine how it must have sounded out in the crowd. Right there in person.
“Well then,” Johnnie’s voice cried out.
Jess gasped.
Chasing Cross
Barbara Boswell, Lisa Jackson, Linda Turner