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me.” the tall man said in his deep and
ominous voice and then turned around and began walking towards the edge of the
stage. The three girls looked at each other and then quickly followed him
backstage.
    Jackie and Aralia were quickly
following Caroline, clearly excited and eager to go backstage. The girls had
been to several concerts together over their long friendship, but never had
been backstage at any of them. They followed him through a black door at the
side of the stage which led to a long hallway with vinyl floors and dingy white
walls cluttered with posters from concerts that had been held there in the
past. When they got to the swinging double doors at the end, he thrust them
open like they were two light pieces of paper.
    The girls scurried behind him
eagerly, excited, but all Caroline could think of was who was waiting back
stage. A man she had only met once and yet had just heard their exchange turned
into a love song in front of thousands of witnesses. She knew that she was in
dangerous territory, with the butterflies in her stomach still threatening to
betray her fake confidence.
    Musicians drew inspirations from
many areas of their lives, often turning nothing into something. The song might
have been based off of their meeting, but that is all it was, just a song to
sell albums and draw in fans. She could be honored that she was a muse for him,
but knew that she shouldn’t fool herself into thinking it was anything more
than that.
    However, there was still that
little tiny voice in the back of her head that lived off of romantic comedy
movies and fairytales and was begging her to keep that door open.
    Behind the double doors at the end
of the hall was another perpendicular hall that almost looked like a boring
office building with lots of doors on either side of the hall going down each
side as far as they could see. The man turned left and walked down to the first
door on the right that had a large golden star on it.
    He tapped on the door quickly
twice, then slowly three times. He then stepped back and stood in a military
stance, waiting for someone to come open the door. The girls dropped back and
Caroline took a step behind Jackie and Aralia, partially hiding herself from
immediate view. Her nerves were on edge and her stomach was flopping around
like a fish on land.
    The door swung open and a bleach
blonde, beautiful woman came swinging out towering over all the women. She
glanced at them, then strutted past them going down the hall. Caroline couldn’t
help but watch her saunter off with jealousy over her tall, thin frame and the
fact that she had just come out of a room alone with Logan. She knew for sure
now that her daydreams were just that, only dreams. He was a musician. The
blonde model was the type he would be surrounded by, not her short, brunette
frame.
    The security guard motioned them to
enter through the open door, but didn’t move from his spot. Jackie and Aralia
rushed in excitedly with Caroline lagging behind slowly, trying to stay in the
background. They walked into a room that seemed larger than her entire apartment.
There were multiple lounging sections with groupings of chairs and couches as
well as a fully stocked bar towards the back, a mini stage to one side with
musical equipment piled up, and a curtained off corner hidden by a thick velvet
curtain.
    There were several people
throughout the room drinking and partaking in other activities you might expect
to find back stage at a rock concert. Logan was nowhere in sight, which Jackie
and Aralia didn’t seem to notice as they were already at the bar making drinks
and talking to several handsome men who looked like they were musicians or
stage hands.
    Caroline walked awkwardly further
into the room, putting her focus on some intriguing art pinned to the wall. The
room was a bit loud but she found herself tuning them out and trying to just
relax and breathe out her anxiety. She glanced towards the farther side of the
room and saw