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entered the green room.
    " Yes , I'm fine," I
said, patting his face and giggling. Okay, so I was a little tipsy.
So sue me, I just broke up with my boyfriend impulsively via text
message. Things were bound to get crazy. But it really wasn’t all
that bad, I met the drummer and bassist from Full Force Rockets,
the second opening band. I managed to avoid bringing up Aamir, even
though I realized they must be his bandmates and I was dying to
know more about him.
    "Go and play your music for the happy people,
I'll watch from the chair," I slurred, falling into his
shoulder.
    "Oh God Bailey, I need to get you some
water." Trent looked around the room like a madman, and I giggled
because as out of it as I was, I knew the bright blue water cooler
was on the table to my left.
    "You're cu—" I brought my hands over my mouth
quickly, mortified by what almost slipped from my mouth. Then I
hiccupped, loud and painfully.
    "Here it is," Trent said, finally noticing
the water cooler and getting me a drink. He seemed completely
unaware of whatever I was going to say.
    Just then the door behind me opened, the
doorknob jabbing into my back and propelling me forward into
Trent's arms.
    "Ow," I mumbled. It was surprisingly warm in
Trent's embrace. He gave me a small smile, and wrapped his arms
protectively around me. I could get used to being a klutz if these
were the results.
    "You okay?" he muttered, looking down at me
with his steely gray eyes.
    My heart thumped funnily in my chest, as if
someone had turned it on its side. Before I even had a chance to
respond, though, a frantic looking girl with a blonde bun and
glasses behind me yelled out to the room:
    "Where the hell is Bad Moon? You guys are on
in ten minutes!"
    I immediately pulled myself off of Trent and
grabbed his wrist, raising it high in the air. "They're here!" I
called, cheering out giddily when I saw that the rest of the band
was coming up behind us. Nick cocked an amused brow up at me. I
turned to take in the severe looking woman, and couldn't believe
that I hadn't even bothered to meet her yet when she was probably
the stage manager.
     
    "Come on then," she said gruffly, turning on
her heel and out the door. Such was the treatment of the first
opening band; really I only sent their demo to this venue on a
whim. They knew as well as we did that no one was here specifically
for us. We were time fillers, as far as they were concerned.
Time fillers with a drunk-o manager.
    "Guys," I said, turning my head back to them
as we walked out into the corridor. "You have to kill 'em tonight,
okay?"
    I could see the fear wavering in their eyes,
bright like the nerves that were shooting through their bodies. I
wondered for a minute what we were getting ourselves into. Young
people with promise, throwing our lives into the fiery throes of
rock n' roll.
    "We'll knock 'em dead," Martin said with a
smile, betraying the petrified look in his eyes. "Now look where
you're going mother dearest." Trent pulled me to my right, and my
gaze followed his movement in a delayed, drunken manner. I had
almost walked into a busted amp that sat where the corridor
ended.
    "Well that's a fire hazard," I mumbled.
    The woman with the blonde bun turned on her
heel and surveyed our hodgepodge crew. I could see the shrewd
judgment in her eyes: there was the tall, brooding leading man who
was lean and wearing a studded belt, and was perhaps the only one
with a stereotypical "rocker" look; Martin came in a close second,
except that he found it amusing to wear a pink shirt that said "I'm
with the band." Then there was Brandon, with a hair metal-like
leopard print tee and fishnets under his black shorts (Martin
dubbed this his Cyndi Lauper look) and Nick, who look like he had
just snapped out of some sort of yoga meditation, with long thick
dreads and a light pair of cotton pants.
    Oh yeah, and then there was me. The world’s
greatest dad.
    "So you guys already got the technical
rundown while you were doing a sound