The Biggest Fan

The Meet & Greet.

“Awesome”, Bert replied, immediately getting up from the ground.
As I got up from the ground with him, we were met by Jepha’s slightly pissed off face as we got inside the backstage area.
“Where the fuck’ve you been?”, he asked, almost shouting.
“Chill, I’ve been outside. I needed five minutes to clear my head, okay?”, Bert said, scratching his stomach.
“Fine, but we have people waiting for us at the back room. Just so you know, dude”.
“Yeah, I know. The meet & greet shit”.
“Is she comin´?”, Jepha asked him, looking at me as he smiled.
“Yeah, she is”, Bert answered, putting his hand on my back while leading me towards the back room.

“How many are they?”, I asked Jepha while trying to keep up with his tempo.
“You mean the meet & greet? Erm, about ten, I guess”.
“Oh…”
I was starting to feel pretty nervous and things didn’t get better as we approached the door, making my stomach turn even more.
When the door opened, I automatically grabbed a hold of Bert’s arm, refusing to let go.
All he did was to stroke me quickly on the back while whispering unnoticeable into my ear.
“I’m nervous too. I fuckin´ always am when meeting new people, especially these meet & greet shit”.

As soon as we entered the room, I let go of Bert’s arm while almost rushing to the end of the room, making sure no one saw me.
All eyes were on the guys, I wasn’t even noticed. What a relief.
While they were greeting the 10 fans that obviously had won some sort of contest where the prize was to meet The Used, I couldn’t help but looking at all of them.
They couldn’t have been much older or younger than me, maybe even around my age.
Some of course I would’ve guessed was around 15 while others up to 20.

There were four boys and six girls. Three of them were hardcore punkers, five of them looked like they were pulling some sort of ska style, while the two remaining ones looked pretty normal.
There was particularly one girl that irritated the hell out of me.
She looked like one of those persons who think they are much better than the rest of us
She was obviously one of the punkers, according to the way her clothing style was she was wearing all black and having a heavy make-up.
Nevertheless, it didn’t look bad at all.

The thing that really got to me was that she was constantly hogging the guys, not letting the other fans get the chance to talk to them.
I named her ‘Priscilla’ for some weird unknown reason.
All I knew was that I really didn’t like her there and then.
Even her voice was irritating. You know, that sharp voice that you just can’t overhear.
She was also all over the guys, flirting with them while blinking her eyes, flipping her hair back and smiling those fake smiles of hers.
She wasn’t that bad looking either. In fact, she was actually very pretty, but according to the other ones around her, she was just a pain in the ass.

Bert, Jepha, Quinn and Dan were all now signing autographs and taking pictures with the meet & greet people.
I knew by the look on the guys’ faces that even though they were enjoying being with them, all they wanted to do was to leave.
I couldn’t argue with that one. All that standing alone at the back of the room was really making me tired.

As they were signing one of their last autographs, a security guard came in, saying that the meet & greet was over.
At that point, Bert looked at me, signalizing that it now was time to leave.
Now, the others had noticed that I was there and they were all looking at me, probably wondering who I was.
As I got to Bert, he again took his hand on my back while guiding me out of the room.

“SLUT!”, a sharp voice said out loud, making me freeze instantly.
My eyes were wide open and the embarrassment of knowing that the word ‘slut’ was meant for me, really made me feel nauseous.
“Hey! Who said that?”, Bert said as he turned around.
I had never seen him look like that way and to be honest, I was almost as he was defending me.

The room went completely silent after Bert’s outburst. No one wanted to confess.
Quinn, Jepha and Dan were just standing there, waiting for someone to answer Bert’s question.
I felt like a moron standing there, all eyes on me.
I knew who had called me a slut. I had recognized the voice, that sharp voice which was so loud and obnoxious.
It was ‘Priscilla’.

“I did”, she finally said. She didn’t sound at all sorry according to the indifference in her voice.
She stood there, slightly giggling, hiding a smile while looking at the guys with her flirtatious glare.
“Fuck you”, Bert responded careless.
“If anyone has anything that involves crap about Lina, come to me. If not, fuck you”, he finished, once again taking his hand on my back while we left the room, followed by the guys.
I squeezed the upper part of Bert’s arm, holding around it tight as if I was afraid to let go, as the door shut behind us.
The hollow sound as the door was being shut, leaving the entire backstage area in a loud echo, pricked me in the gut like if a knife had just been stabbed inside of my stomach.
This, followed by an odd feeling of relief, gave me the sense of a protection I had yet to see...
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hey, guys.
sorry for that weird ending. it wasn't really supposed to be like that, but i needed some sort of closure
to this update, so that's what i come up with.
i was actually planning on just cutting the update as i got to the last sentence "It was ´Priscilla´",
but i though, nah! i don't want to leave you guys hanging. nice of me, eyh? :]
erm, well, i have nothing further to add, so if you'd like, please tell me what you think of the update. (:

xo,
lina.