Wardrobe personnel ran back and forth making last minute length adjustments and rhinestone bedazzling. Reports screamed from outside the door, holding up recorders, as if any response from anyone inside would be heard over the others. Tour directors, managers, public relations specialists, giddy fans, the traffic running through the room was unreal.

He let his back fall against the wall, she let her head fall against his chest, and he let his arms find their way around her hips and into the pockets on the rear of her jeans.

"Maybe if we just stand real still, they won�t notice we�re here," she stated with a loud sigh. She felt his chest tremor with a chuckle. "Justin, can�t you just post pone this thing for another day?"

Justin looked down at her and smiled. Heidi�s chocolate eyes pleaded with him but he had no control over the situation. "Sorry. WE all have to get our kicks some how."