Through a few doors and past a round or two of security we were at the stage door. Jamie wanted me be first inside and open it. As soon as I did standing right there was foster. I froze up again like I did when I first met him. He smiled and waved then ran down the flight of stairs behind him that led to the other wing of the stage. I really couldn't believe it was happening. Me, jenna, friends of the bands, and 2 random girls who jamie thought were cute were all waiting in the right wing. We all got drinks (non alcoholic of course because foster was straight edge and vegan but ill get to that later..) and left our bags with jamie. I saw through the blur of guitar techs and roadies that there was a cute little couch and table set up as if it was a small house party. I loved it, that night really was going to be the party we were hoping for.
Next thing I knew, the lights went down, the band members flew onto the stage and the banner covering the stage dropped all in a split second. The melody for "this time well goes" started in and foster turned back towards me and yelled into the mic "hey look who's here! Its gibsonella! And its her birthday oh hey girl" I had to ask jenna to pinch me then. It seemed completely unreal. I didn't believe what just happened.
The night went on just like that. Foster let me sing on a few songs and on a few others he danced with me. Only me. He wouldn't dance with anyone but me the whole night. It was amazing but it confused me at the same time. I couldn't figure out what made me so specail to him. Remember how I said he was awkward looking in a cute puppy way? Well let's just say his dancing wasn't much better. I had my foot stepped on and I almost fell when he tried to twirl me, the dumb girl in heels, while singing. Though with him there, smiling and making me laugh, I completely forgot that we were all being watched by 5000 people, that was the night I said farewell to stagefright.
The show ended with a bang. A big pillow, water balloon, silly string, and chocolate cake fueled fight and since it was my "birthday" I was the main target.
After the actual show ended the massive crowd began to leave. My friends who weren't up with us came running up towards the stage where I still was completely stunned. They knew how much I was crushing on foster and they couldn't believe how sweet on me he was acting. I denied everything they kept suggesting. Foster wanting to be with a goofy, awkward, average girl like me? There's no way that could've ever happened.
The other guys from the band slowly started coming out of their dressing rooms where they had changed into clothes that didn't smell like the bo that says they just played a show. Joey, the chubby sweet synth player, connor, the drummer with the long curly locks of someone in an 80's metal band, and lastly matt the really shy and reserved bass player. Me and jenna got pictures with all of them and she wanted to go. But I knew I had to wait for foster. I sat on one of his many guitar cases because I knew that way, he couldn't miss me.
I waited and waited there. Jenna was begining to lose patience. Even though she later admitted to me that she had a lot of fun, jenna was a little bipolar and sometimes would act in a different way that she meant to. On top of that bipolar she had no patience whatsoever even though I was the one giving her a ride home.
When Foster finally came out of his dressing room the whole venue was cleared. When he looked right at me in my ugly pink dress sitting on his guitar case he smiled and I could notice a faint tenderness in his sky blue eyes. He came over and sat right next to me. Me him and jenna just started talking. It was as if we were just old lifelong friends catching up after the last time we saw each other. I was amazed at how nervous and shaky around him I had been earlier, I was now just talking to him as a friend. Foster, to me was no longer the lead singer and main songwriter for my favorite band. Foster was a guy who I really connected to.
Jenna took one last picture and we said our goodbyes. I didn't ever want to let go of the binding hug he held me in. I was practically getting high off the scent of his cologne and the difference between the warmth of us together versus the cold breeze coming through the loading doors as the roadies brought their equipment back outside. As we parted, I wanted to kiss him but I knew it was wrong. Foster had a girlfriend what was I thinking! Though he told me we'd talk again soon I had no idea that after that night nothing would ever be the same. I wasnt just average old Melissa anymore. Now i was gibsonella.
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