Fangs And Fame

By Heather Jensen

Trey and Aurora have hit the road with Catalyst for the Until Sanity Tour. For Trey, adjusting to life as a vampire while getting on stage in front of screaming fans every night proves difficult. The limelight forces him to do things he swore he wouldn't, like feeding from the occasional fan. Keeping his secret from the band is harder than Trey expected, and the dull ache of hunger is always with him. Aurora tries to help Trey adjust while attempting to further her career from the road. She continues to paint, determined not to lose herself in the media maelstrom that comes with being married to Trey Decker.

But strange vampires are popping up at concerts, and the newlyweds realize they may be in over their heads. They owe a powerful vampire a favor, and he’s come to collect. But the price is too high, and Trey’s bandmates are at risk of becoming collateral damage. Will Trey and Aurora be able to thwart the forces working against them and ensure that everyone they love is still around to share in their success in the end?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Jensen
• Release date: Sep 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311360458

Heather Jensen

I write clean fantasy for teens and adults. I'm an avid reader and I love stories about vampires, but I enjoy fantasy of all kinds. I'm addicted to Oreos and adding weird flavors to my soda. When I'm not writing I enjoy traveling, playing board and card games, killing zombies on the Xbox 360 with my hubby, listening to music, playing guitar, going to concerts, and spending time with friends and family. My favorite color is green and the uglier the shade, the better. I get bored of my hairstyle easily which has resulted in me having many colors of hair in the last ten years. My hair is currently red, but who knows how long that might last. I live in Southern Utah with my husband and son. Now that my first series, Blood And Guitars, is complete, I'm working on my next writing project. Readers can expect more from me in the genres of Paranormal/Rock Fiction in the not-so-distant future.

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Fangs And Fame

Blood And Guitars #3

Heather Jensen

Copyright 2014 by Heather Jensen

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

To each and every one of the readers.

Thanks for sticking with me through this entire journey.

Fangs And Fame

Chapter 1

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Trey

I WASN’T SURE WHAT to expect as I walked out onto the stage for my first big arena show as a vampire. In fact, I was a bundle of anxious nerves, which really isn’t like me, but mostly I was just excited to have come this far. Here I was ... a vampire, but I was standing on stage in Orlando tonight, a massive horde of chanting fans waiting below. The houselights were down, and I stood, hiding in the shadows. The five big screens behind me were black as night while I strapped on my guitar and waited for the cue from Chase. We played the opening notes of Midnight Poison. The crowd went completely berserk. Lights swept across the surface of the black and white tiled stage and into the crowd. Images lit up the giant screens, syncing perfectly in time with the music. As the intro wrapped up, I took my place front and center behind a microphone stand that was stocked with enough spare guitar picks to make a handful of fans in the front row very happy. I sang the first line of the song.

"It used to be that I would dream

Of things that I can now call mine

Successes are a funny thing

There’s always something else to find."

As I sang, I scanned the front of the crowd and found Aurora there with Kacie. She was glowing with pride and mouthing each word as I delivered it. Surrounded by twelve-thousand screaming teenagers and twenty-something’s, she still had the power to make the crowd fade and my heart jump. I smiled at her, and the girl to her other side bounced up and down enthusiastically, cheeks pink as she grabbed the hand of her friend in misdirected excitement.

"What good is all the fortune found

With no one here to share?

My heart drums a familiar sound

A pain I cannot bear."

My dad was there, too, which was something I never would have believed possible a few months ago. We hadn’t been close in years, but I was going out on a limb and giving him a chance. He beamed up at me with pride, and I realized that I just needed to let myself enjoy the fact that he was here. My dad was watching me perform on stage, and nothing could ever take that away from me, even if it only happened just this once.

O’Shea grinned at me, nodding his head with the beat. Any musician who has performed live will tell you the intense rush of adrenaline it brings is indescribable. Next to being in love – and, the vampire in me would add drinking fresh blood – it makes you feel alive like nothing else can. It had been more than six months since we’d done a big show, and I hadn’t realized just how much I missed being in front of the fans. Some things hadn’t changed at all. For instance, the way the bass from Chase’s kick drum reverberated through my entire body; the vibrant, yet ethereal glow that comes from being under all those colorful lights, and my view from the stage of a sea of people, their lit cell phones waving in time with the beat.

But some things were different all together. Tonight the nonstop adrenaline surging through me acted like a direct link to the fans in the crowd. Every ounce I gave of myself, they gave back to me in full. At first, it caught me by surprise. Catalyst fans were intensely loyal and engaged, but I couldn’t remember stage energy ever feeling quite like this. It was on the verge of being too intense to handle, which just made me want more.

Was it just because this was the first time I’d been on a big stage in a while?

This was the first show of the tour. Maybe being on stage as a vampire was just like this. Maybe it would always be like this now. This was the closest thing to playing a show in our hometown, but even then it was hard to imagine that another night – another town – could live up to this. The fans sang every word with me, and I couldn’t help but feel like they were all a part of the band in a way. They were making the show just as much as any one of us on stage. I wasn’t one to complain about an uber-receptive crowd, so I did the only thing I could. 

I tried to deserve it.

All of the passion, the enthusiasm. And it was obvious I wasn’t the only one feeling it. The other guys were giving one hundred and ten percent of themselves. Whatever was going on with the stage energy tonight, it was undeniably infectious. We played like our lives depended on it. In a way, I felt like mine did. Something about nailing this first show, despite all the changes I’d been through, would make it easier to believe that I might actually pull this whole thing off long term. We played five songs from the new record and a few fan favorites, including the singles, from our two previous albums. At one point, I realized it might seem strange that I wasn’t sweating, so I dumped a bottle of water on my head. Problem solved. Jonas followed suit, except that he dumped his bottle on O’Shea, who really didn’t seem to mind at all.

When we’d finished the last song of the set, I thanked the crowd, and the guys and I made our way off stage for a short break before the encore. I handed my guitar to a roadie and felt O’Shea’s hand squeeze the back of my neck excitedly.

It feels so good to be on stage again! he said, talking over the sound of the crowd cheering behind us.

I know. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed it.

Is it just me, or are the fans completely insane tonight?

I noticed it, too, Chase answered before I could. He tossed me a bottle of water and I opened it, downing half and wishing it was something more satisfying. I stared out at the stage, enjoying the fans as they pleaded with us to come back out, chanting Cat-a-lyst! Cat-a-lyst!

What is it? Jonas asked after a moment, pulling my focus back.

I shook his head a little and blinked, looking at him. Nothing, I said. I just ... I don’t know. I feel like the set’s not complete.

It’s not, Jonas stated. We’ve got two more songs.

That’s not what I mean.

We’re playing seventeen songs with the encore, O’Shea stated. That’s a long set.

I nodded. Yeah. I know. But something was definitely missing. I was just going to have to mull it over until I figured out what it was. Jonas gave me a look of understanding. He knew I was being a perfectionist, but he wasn’t surprised in the least.

You’ll figure it out, he said, encouragingly. This is just the first show.

You’re right.

And what’s up with you? O’Shea asked, narrowing his eyes at me expectantly.

I raised my eyebrows at him, my vampire heart clenching in paranoia. What had I done to make him suspicious? I couldn’t imagine.... Nothing’s up. What do you mean?

O’Shea’s expression changed from stonewall to mischievous grin, and he bumped my shoulder with his fist. You were dead on with every freaking note tonight, he said with a laugh. And not just your vocals. To think I was worried your shoulder wasn’t going to hold up through a whole set.

I told you my shoulder’s healing up nicely.

I don’t know how you’re doing it, but keep it up, he added

A breath of relief escaped my lips and I smiled. Don’t act so surprised. My worst fear was that the guys would realize that something was different about me, and not just ‘I got a new haircut’ different. I was still trying to recover from my moment of panic when Neon approached, thumbs in the air.

You’re killing it out there, guys, he said enthusiastically. Is it always like this? The fans are eating it up.

What can I say? Jonas added. That’s how we roll.

I laughed at him and finished my water, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do with it.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get back out there. Neon waved us back in the direction of the stage and the crowd erupted as we took the stage again for the two-song encore. We played You Only Live Twice and then finished off the night with our first hit Filtered Ache. I’ll admit I was sad to go when the time came to leave the stage for real. We thanked the fans and said our goodbyes before heading backstage where I found Aurora waiting for me enthusiastically. She’d snuck out during the last song to get back here in time to meet me.

You were amazing, she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. I held onto her, ignoring Chase’s whistling as he walked past us. Having her here with me took the show to a whole new level. I wondered how I’d ever done this without her – without feeling like something had been missing. When she pulled back she looked a little dazed, and I realized she’d just taken a ride on the emotional roller coaster I was still coming down from. How was it? she asked, looking up at me through dark lashes.

It feels great to be on stage again, I told her.

Well, you looked and sounded great up there. She raised up on her toes and kissed me again. Then she laced her fingers in mine and pulled me toward the long hallway. Come on, she urged. Your dad and Kacie are in the lounge. They want to congratulate you before we head out.

Dad was almost speechless when he saw me walk into the lounge. I don’t know what to say, son, he told me, shaking my hand and then pulling me in for a hug. I hugged him back, still trying to get used to the idea that he was here to begin with. You boys sure know how to bring the house down.

Thanks, Dad, I said. I’m glad you were here for it.

I know you’ll be gone a while, he said, forcing a smile. But I’ll be here waiting when the tour is over. Maybe we could take a little fishing trip or something.

I nodded. That would be great, actually. It’s a plan.

He smiled, and I thought for a second that his eyes might have been watering as he turned to go. I wasn’t sure how to deal with that, so I shouted a greeting to Kacie instead.

Kace! I said, holding my arms out expectantly.

Kacie hopped up off the couch and gave me a big hug. That was amazing, she said. Thank you for letting me be here.

Are you kidding? I told her. You’re like the sister I never had. Of course you had to be here.

She smiled so wide I was afraid her face might crack in half before O’Shea pulled her back down onto the sofa next to him. Aurora gave me an appreciative smile and a little silent communication to let me know I’d just made Kacie’s night.

Pretty sure O’Shea’s the one doing that, I thought back, making her grin.

Aurora glanced around the room, furrowing her eyebrows. Hey, our bags were here earlier.

They’ve probably already been loaded, I told her.

Loaded?

Before I could answer there was a knock on the lounge door and Chase hollered, Come in.

The door opened from outside, and Neon was waiting there with the guys from Crosstalk. We all exchanged greetings, and what Aurora would call ‘man hugs.’ before Neon disappeared again, and Crosstalk joined us to eat and talk about the show. Aurora and I relaxed on a leather sofa, my head still swirling from the show.

I heard some of your set, O’Shea announced as he piled food onto a plate. You guys sounded great.

Thanks, Evan, Crosstalk’s lead singer said. The crowd was good to us, but we didn’t get near the reception you guys did when you walked out there. It’s pretty obvious who they came out to see. The screams were deafening, even from back here. He laughed, and Aurora and I shared a glance.

Weirdly great reaction tonight, I thought, knowing she’d hear me.

You mean that’s not normal?

I shook my head almost imperceptibly. I don’t know.... It’s hard to explain.

She squeezed my hand, and I knew we could continue this conversation in private later.

Evan was saying how grateful the band was for the opportunity to come on tour with us and open up the shows.

We had a great band give us our break, too, Chase added in between mouthfuls of food. You guys deserve it.

Dude, O’Shea said expectantly as he sat across from me. I met his gaze and he held up his plate and said, There’s food.

I blinked at him and then realized my apparent lack of appetite was going to raise eyebrows. I cleared my throat. Assuming you left me any.

Well, I’m starving, Aurora said, standing up with me. She was so much better at this game than I was. I needed to be more careful about the little stuff. We each filled a plate with enough food to satisfy old habits and munched while we swapped stories with Crosstalk.

I couldn’t help my grin when Neon came back and told us that it was time to load up and move out. Come on, I told Aurora. Our ride is here.

Chapter 2

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Aurora

THE FEW OCCASIONS I had been lucky enough to sneak backstage at concerts with Aden as a teenager couldn’t have prepared me for the maze that makes up the general backstage area. Either Trey had a serious knack for navigating through it all, or he’d learned a thing or two during the countless nights he’d spent at big venues. He walked with confidence – one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding my own – as he led me toward one of the back exits. We were alone, since the others were all stocking up on food to take with them. Trey opened a metal door and held it for me to step outside before following. We were in the large covered parking area where the car had dropped us off earlier today, but something was very different now. Two something’s, actually. A set of twin, black tour buses were parked end-to-end in front of us. A black and white group picture of Catalyst stretched across the entire length of each bus, the Catalyst logo innately scrawled in the background. Across the top of the buses, the words, Until Sanity Tour completed the look.

Well, what do you think? Trey asked me, cocking his head to the side as he studied the buses.

Wow. I was at a loss for words. I guess you’re used to seeing giant pictures of yourself plastered on stuff.

Not really, he stated, which just made me grin. It’s still weird.

Well, it looks amazing, but it still doesn’t do you justice.

Well, technically this pic was taken in my pre-fang days.

I turned to face him, lightly pulling him to me by the shirt. Fangs or no fangs, I’ll take this up close and personal version of you any day.

He gave me that half-smile, the one that’s more powerful than any vampire ability, and I smiled against his lips as he kissed me.

Come on, he said. You have to check out the inside. He took me by the hand again and pulled me along with him to the door of the second bus. I climbed up the steps and walked past the small driver’s section up front, finding myself in a long room, for lack of a better word. I was going to have to work on my tour terminology. Trey pushed a button on the wall next to us, and suddenly the floor was sliding out to make more room. Windows lined the walls, hidden by black blinds and resting above matching leather couches with enough room to seat at least 7 people. A flat screen TV was built into the wall that was part of the partition that separated the space from the driver’s area. The dark wood floors were perfectly polished, and recessed lighting gave the space a warm glow. Trey laughed at what must have been total disbelief on my face and urged me forward. I ran my fingers over the expensive leather as I walked past the couches to the table in the kitchen area. There was a chrome refrigerator, a few cupboards from wood that matched the floors, and a sink cradled by granite countertops with a color scheme and pattern that reminded me of cookie dough ice cream.

Trey opened the fridge and frowned. I guess we’re going to have to eat some of this food, too, or it’ll raise eyebrows when they come to refill it.

I peeked inside. Or we’ll just let the other guys eat it all, but where are we going to put-

The stash? I’m one step ahead of you. He gestured for me to keep walking, and I moved to a section that had single bunks, two high on either side.

Who’s going to use these? I asked.

That just depends on who you want to come out and see us on the road, he offered. Beck, Antonio, Mark and Hana. Let’s not pretend Kacie won’t end up on the other bus if she comes out. The thought of Kacie sleeping in a bunk like this on the other bus with the guys made me smile. Our room is back here, Trey said as I stepped into what can only be described as the master suite. A bed that was at least queen sized sat in the far right corner. A dresser was built into the opposite wall, a TV mounted above it. I sat down in the two-person sofa at the bottom of the bed and tried to take it all in.

Trey opened the bathroom door opposite me and said, The shower’s not half bad. Then he smiled and sat down next to me, putting a hand on my knee. I know it’s not home, but do you think we can make this work for a while?

I suppose we’ll manage, I said sarcastically.

He grinned and stretched his legs out on the floor in front of us, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. See that wine fridge? I looked around and noticed the small fridge up by the head of the bed. The glass on the door was black and opaque, like someone had tinted it like a car window. I got to my feet to get a closer look. When I tried to open the door I found that it wouldn’t budge. Zero-eight-three-zero.

What?

It’s the code, Trey said. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he hadn’t even opened his eyes during our conversation. Then it hit me. 0-8-3-0. August 30th was the day we’d met at Carlie’s. I don’t know why it surprised me that he remembered the date. Sure enough, upon closer inspection I found a small keypad and typed in the numbers. A green light flashed, and when I pulled on the door for a second time it opened easily. It was stocked with blood bags and blood-laced wine. It’s not much of a stash, he added. But we’ll just have to keep it filled.

Leave that part to me, I said. It’s perfect. I closed the fridge and made my way back over to the sofa, getting comfortable next to him. He put his arm around me as I laid my head in the crook of his neck. My hand rested on his chest where his vampire heart thrummed against my palm. You were amazing tonight, I whispered. I felt him move to kiss the top of my head, but he didn’t say anything. Something’s on your mind. Do you want to talk about it? I asked. I knew he was worried, and he knew better than to pretend I couldn’t tell.

I’m just trying to decide what it is that’s missing from the show, he said slowly.

If that’s your show when it’s missing something- I started, but then I realized he was seriously trying to work this out in his head. Missing, I said, biting my lip. Like what?

He let out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. I don’t know. It just didn’t feel finished. Then he smiled and took my hand from his chest, kissing it softly and returning it to the spot over his heart. Don’t worry about it, he said, his voice much lighter. I’ll figure it out. I always do.

That’s not the only thing you’re worried about, I prompted.

He took a deep breath, sighing. I waited patiently while he found the words he needed. Was it obvious? he asked. I don’t want the guys wondering about me. It’s just that my lungs must work differently now, or something. I mean, there’s putting on a great show, and then there’s starting rumors that you’re lip-synching.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face just then. I don’t think you have to worry about the lip-synching rumors, I said. As for the guys, did they seem concerned at all?

Not really, but then again they’re probably getting used to me after rehearsals and everything.

You killed it out there, I said. I don’t think anyone is going to complain if you continue to do that night after night.

He nodded, chewing his bottom lip. Being on stage tonight ... it was just different. That’s all.

Ah, I said. But tonight is different, and not just because you’re a vampire now.

Oh yeah? he asked, a lilt of curiosity in his voice.

Yeah, I said. For instance, this was the first time you could look down and find your incredibly hot wife in the front row.

He sat up then and turned to face me, that million-dollar smile back in place. That’s true, he said as he lifted my chin with his fingers. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the rush as his lips came down on mine, and my stomach filled with butterflies. His, not mine. He was still obviously reeling from the show. I raked my fingers through his hair, giving over to his emotions completely as they flurried around inside of me. Too soon, a bang on the bus’s outside wall startled us both into reality.

Trey, you in there? called a voice. It was Chase.

No, Trey hollered back, a defeated smile spreading across his full lips. I stifled a giggle, and he shook his head hopelessly, sighing. Welcome to tour life.

Chapter 3

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Aurora

THE SECOND SHOW OF the tour was when it really started to hit me that this was going to be my life for the foreseeable future. I’d tried to imagine it, put myself in this situation in my head over and over, but I couldn’t have completely grasped the beautiful chaos of it all until I was right in the middle of it. We were in another city, and Trey and the guys were completely amped up before taking the stage. I wasn’t sure how much of that was nerves and how much of it was pure excitement because it was radiating off them in indistinguishable waves. What I did know for certain was that they were happy. Trey was happy, and that was all I wanted. I recalled the walk he and I had taken along the shore the day Wes died. Trey was on the verge of a tailspin after spending hours at the police station, and he’d driven way too fast until we’d ended up at the beach. I didn’t know it until we reached the water, but he was trying to prepare himself for the very real possibility that he’d have to quit the band. He’d just lost Wes because of his involvement with vampires, and he wasn’t sure he could walk the fine line that would come with being a new vampire and going on tour. The decision I had made that night to join him on the road was just the first of many big moments that had brought us here today.

I watched him now as he warmed up his voice with O’Shea – focused, but obviously enjoying every second of it. Everything I had loved about Trey as a human still existed inside the man he was today, fangs and all. He felt my gaze, then, and looked over his shoulder long enough to flash me that irresistible half-smile of his, and then it was back to business. I sat back, watching – a little envious of the way his carefree spirit really seemed to come alive before a show like this. I knew the act of painting did something similar for my own soul, but I’d always been a bit of an introvert, and painting had never forced me out of my comfort zone in that sense. For Trey, being on stage was that escape he so desperately craved, except that his endeavor pulled in countless faces in the crowd, and all their experiences combined into something bigger than any of them individually. It was a powerful thing to witness, and I was still trying to take it all in. I decided that tonight I wanted to be a fly on the wall and maybe gain a new perspective.

What’s your plan? Trey asked me, suddenly standing in front of me.

My plan? I repeated. I’d woke up with this crazy idea for the Catalyst shows that I thought might make the set feel more complete. I’d shared my idea with Trey, and he and the other guys were completely on board with it. The only problem was that pulling it off was completely dependent on my ability to transform them all into zombies in under ten minutes. I’d done a practice run on Trey this morning, and I’d managed to do his zombie makeup in two and a half minutes. Even for a vampire, I felt that was impressive. Then I’d spent the day shopping for suits for each of the guys before taking them back to the bus and shredding them with a knife until they looked thoroughly tattered to my satisfaction.

Trey grinned at me and cupped my cheek with his free hand, his other one holding his guitar. Is everything okay? he asked softly.

I nodded and smiled. Yeah, I assured him. I think I want to watch from the side of the stage tonight, though. That way I’ll be ready when you all come back to the lounge to get ready for the encore.

He nodded, and we walked together to the backstage area. The hotel we’re at tonight has a great pool and a hot tub with our name on it, he said, grinning.

Talked me into it, I said. A little R&R by the pool sounded amazing.

You know you have free run of the place, Trey reminded me. Unfortunately the only castle I have to offer is these concrete walls, and floors, and a ridiculously high decibel volume out there, but you’re the queen.

I looked into his bright blue eyes, crystal clear with purpose. It’s the only castle I need, I promised.

He smiled and slowly brushed his lips against my own, sending a jolt of his adrenaline through me. I pulled him back down for a second kiss, suddenly reluctant to let him go. When the kiss ended, he leaned his forehead against mine and said, I’ll see you soon.

I let him go, but waved when he looked back over his shoulder at me. He carried his guitar onto the stage alongside his brothers, only to be met my an eruption of screaming.

I couldn’t fathom the pressure the guys must have been feeling as they walked out into the frenzy of expectations awaiting them.

How did anyone do that night after night?

They made it look easy. Maybe it was easy when you loved it as much as they did. As for me, I was perfectly content to cheer from the sidelines, pinching myself occasionally to make sure I wasn’t just being swept up in a dream I didn’t deserve.

The show was dead on. Trey was dead on. I already knew the moment he picked up a guitar it became an extension of him, but I found as I watched that the same happened with a microphone, or the stage itself. He was strictly business during a song, lending to whatever mood the lyrics and music called for as he performed. In between songs he was laughing and going back and forth with the other guys and the fans. Watching it all, I almost began to feel like I’d never seen a concert before, which was absurd. Just something about seeing it from this perspective now... or maybe it was all Trey. He’d been on stage the first moment I’d laid eyes on him at Carlie’s, and maybe that was the key. He was very open and vulnerable with his performance that night, moving the crowd in a way that most rock stars couldn’t do on their own without the big stage, and the smoke, and light effects. I’d even wondered briefly if he was a vampire, but as soon as he’d gotten close I’d realized he was human.

I focused on the present again, watching Trey switch out his guitar for an acoustic-electric while Jonas addressed the crowd. He looked directly at me and gave me that half-smile I love so much. I waved, smiling back at him, and the mystery was solved. The truth was simple. Trey was just Trey, whether he was onstage or off. He was just as magnificent and talented by day as he was when he commanded the attention of the adoring fans at night. He was genuine, committed, and humble all at once. That was the man I had fallen madly in love with, the man I had risked everything for; left my home and taken on the responsibilities of a maker for. I glanced down at the diamond ring on my left hand. It glittered, even in the poor lighting, and I grinned as I looked at it. This was my new life, or a least a big part of it. I was still working out in my head where I fit into all of this, but I welcomed the challenge. Considering how insane things had been for Trey and I since we’d met, this tour could bring some much needed routine and normalcy into our lives. Surely that was a good thing. Trey could work, but so could I. I could paint regularly, even if it was in the backstage lounge. Trey and I would spend time together whenever possible, somewhere between the radio interviews, soundchecks, and the shows. It was all going to work out. I was certain of it.

The guys started playing the opening notes of the last song of the set and I knew it was time for me to head to the lounge. Any minute now they’d be coming in and expecting me to transform them into zombies for the last two songs. I had the face paints laid out in front of the mirror and their suits hung up along the back wall when I heard the roar of the crowd that told me the guys had just left the stage. Trey came through the lounge door first and marched right up to me, a victorious smile playing on his perfect lips. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and picked me up, spinning around a few times. His mood was completely infectious, and I laughed until he set me down. Then his lips were on mine. My fingers were in his hair as I sifted through the many feelings that were instantaneously coursing through me.

I love having you here when I get off stage, Trey said in my ear.

Get used to it, I said, enjoying the hint of cologne that was rising up from his shirt collar. I’m not going anywhere. Now, sit down. He did as he was told and sat in the chair before me. I started with his zombie makeup and directed Jonas and O’Shea to change into their suits while they waited their turn. Chase, who insisted that he didn’t know how he was going to get a pair of contacts in his eyeballs, started with that task.

I love this tour, Jonas was saying as he buttoned up his suit coat. The new songs are incredible to perform. I mean, I knew they would be, but I don’t think I knew just how much fun this was going to be.

Show number two, Trey said as I gestured for him to get up. We’re just getting started. We had just hit the ten-minute mark when I sent them all running back out of the lounge to take the stage again. I followed behind, not wanting to miss their entrance. The crowd went crazy when they saw their zombie makeup and attire. Trey leaned into the microphone in front of him and said, Thank you. You guys are amazing. In case you couldn’t guess we’d like to play our latest single for you. Sing along if you know it. Then he looked over his shoulder to nod at Chase, and they began playing the opening of You Only Live Twice. The fans shouted back their approval, and I heard the crowd singing every word right along with Trey.

"The mirror’s cracked but the image clear

There isn’t much that I can’t say.

I wish you’d stop pretending

That it can’t