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cheered, raising fists and throwing their
heads back as they belted out their excitement. "Yeah, we're pretty
stoked for them too. Well thanks for being so awesome Orlando, we
got a few more songs for you tonight and if you like us, be sure to
check us out on Facebook and chat with us at our merch table after
the show. This next song isn't on our demo, but hopefully you'll
like it," he said, giving the crowd an adorable grin. I couldn't
hear much over all the chatter and clinking glasses at the bar, but
I swear I could feel the collective sighs
of the girls in the crowd.
    “What a heartbreaker,” I mumbled, shaking my
head.
    Unfamiliar chords broke out, and I raked my
brain for what the song could be. It was slower paced than most of
their songs, and I was shocked by the gentle waver of Trent's
voice. It was beautiful, but not charged with sex and lust like it
usually was. It was tender and filled with sorrow, yearning even.
The chorus broke my heart, and the words were completely new to
me:
    "I have been trapped in your chains
    wrapped in a love I no longer can feign
and
    I just want to smile again."
    I immediately thought it must have been
written by Brandon—he was after all still recovering after a nasty
break-up. But still, something told me that it wasn't his.
Something about the style and the way Trent was singing made me
believe that he was crying out from his own heart, intimately
displaying his pain to a crowd of strangers.
    But there was just no way. Trent and Lola
were perfect. They were completely obsessed with each other.
    I shook the thought from my mind, reminding
myself that I was still kind of drunk and probably over-analyzing
the situation when I was hardly in a position to do so. I was sure
I would find out soon enough who wrote the song.
    The boys ended their set on another terrific
upbeat tune that gave Nick a chance to blow them out of the water
with his awesome drumming skills. I shrieked with delight at the
crowds approving roar, throwing myself at Brandon as soon as they
took their bows and came back stage.
    "If you were allowed to give an encore,
they'd totally love it!" I squealed, pulling back from our hug to
beam at the rest of them. They were all sweaty but they looked
energized and happy, like they had all just completed a
marathon.
    "You think we did alright?" Trent asked me
with a cocky smirk.
    "Oh don't get too full of it, we still have
to suffer through the merch table," I laughed, the buzz of alcohol
weakening at the thought of all that physical labor. It had been
years since I had set up a merch table, and I told them as soon as
Trent asked me to do this tour with them that I wouldn't be selling
merch on my own. I wasn't about to deal with hoards of disappointed
girls who wanted nothing more than to talk to the hotties they saw
on stage.
    Brandon agreed to help me out this time as he
was eager to talk to the fans. I got him to do most of the lifting
(I could manage to carry a few boxes of shirts without tumbling
over like a drunk loser, but that was about it) and we set up in
the back by the bar, where people trickled over as they waited for
the next set.
    People complimented Brandon, saying things
like, "you're the rad bassist huh?" and he would milk it, acting
all modest and crap. He especially got a kick out of the girls; one
asked for an autograph on her stomach because she was, "so sure
they were going to be mega-famous one day!" I fought pretty hard to
keep from rolling my eyes.
    Once the next band started playing people
stopped approaching us, and we had time to check them out and
appreciate their sound. They were good, upbeat and had a killer
girl on the lead guitar. But for the life of me I couldn't figure
out where Bailey was. The drummer was kind of hard to see, so for a
while I assumed that was him, but once they stood up to exit I
realized that there was no way; this guy was shorter and his hair
was nearly auburn.
    "Looking for someone?" Brandon teased.
    "No," I said,