that leaves you shaken. The lights turned on and people sat in their seats, still staring at the screen. The emcee was fumbling with the microphone, trying to turn the sound back on. People were murmuring now, starting to talk for the first time tonight.
The overhead lights flickered and the energy in the room shifted with the lights. Chairs brushed back against the floor, and people were panicking.
The volume snapped on. âWe apologize for this interruption,â the emcee said. âPlease stay seated and stay calm. Our network lines have been hacked. This broadcast is nothing more than contraband by the DS protesters. Weâll be under way with the benefit video in a few minutes.â
Someone grabbed my arm, and the next thing I knew, a security guard was hauling my mother and me out of the dining hall toward an exit sign next to the stage.
âWhatâs going on?â my mom asked behind me.
âItâs just a safety precaution,â the guard told her. âIn case things get escalated in there.â The guards took us down a long hallway until it reached a dead end and told us to stay there until they came back for us. My mom crossed her arms and I could feel her stare. She didnât have to say it.
âThis has nothing to do with me.â
She raised an eyebrow.
âI didnât leave my seat the entire time,â I said, and pointed back toward the ballroom. âI promise you, I didnât know this was going to happen. But donât you agree with some of it? You would have said some of those exact same things.â
âMaddieââ
We were interrupted by one of the security guards. âYour husband needs you,â he said to my mom, and then he glanced at me.
âStay put,â he said firmly.
My mom followed him through a door that led backstage, and it swung closed behind them.
Stay put,
I thought. He obviously didnât know me. An orange exit sign loomed at my side, tempting me. I needed to know.
Chapter Three
I opened the door and a cool wind pushed against my dress. I held my hands up to move my hair out of my face, and there he was, sitting on his motorcycle in the alley outside the hotel. His helmet was in his lap, and his dark hair reflected the moonlight creeping through thin wisps of clouds. My stomach twisted in a dozen directions at once, but he looked calm, like he expected me. His eyes trailed up my dress and settled on my face and his eyebrows arched with surprise. He whistled through his teeth.
âLook at you,â Justin said.
I had momentarily forgotten about my hair and now ran my hands through it.
âNice dress,â he said with a smile. His smile made me smile. I kept smiling, like an idiotâI couldnât help it. I forgot how wonderful it felt to stare into eyes that accepted you and trusted you and loved you.
âYou really want to piss your dad off, donât you?â he asked.
âApparently, so do you,â I pointed out. âYou organized this?â
He grinned at me in this mysterious way. Some people come with a few chips and cracks, and even though they might be the strongest people youâve ever met, there will be things about them that you canât quite connect. There was something amazing and extremely frustrating about it.
âDidnât you expect me to make an appearance?â he asked, and I nodded.
âGreat video,â I said.
âI think we adequately pissed off the close-minded.â
âIs that your monthly goal?â I asked him.
âThatâs my hourly goal. Isnât it yours?â
I thought back to all the glares people had given me inside. âI donât know,â I said. âItâs hard to stand up straight in there. And itâs not because of these shoes,â I clarified. âPeople hate me.â
âYou just have to grow a shell,â Justin said. And thatâs exactly what I didnât want to do. I wanted to live