Chapter eighteen:
Jenna was sitting on the sofa curled up in an extra blanket in the hotel room she shared with Becky. She sipped her tea and sighed tiredly.
The door opened and Becky banged into the room, dropping her purse onto a chair.
”Where the hell is Christy?” She demanded. “I wanted to borrow her denim mini skirt tonight but she’s not in her room…”
”She went with Isaac to the sound check.” Jenna stood. “But I think I have that skirt, actually. Not the super short skirt, but the normal length for a mini skirt?”
Becky nodded. “I don’t want to look like a whore or anything…” She flopped down on Jenna’s bed and flipped open a magazine.
Jenna pushed open the closet door, with the blanket still loosely hanging from her shoulders.
”So how are things going with Taylor?” Becky asked suddenly.
Jenna dropped the blanket by accident and bent quickly to scoop it up, hiding the blush in her cheeks.
”Fine, why do you ask?”
”No reason.” Becky shrugged. “It’s just that I was sitting with Zac earlier and Taylor came in and he seemed a little… weird.”
”Weird? What do you mean by that?” Jenna turned her back to Becky and continued noisily rummaging through the closet.
”Weird? How?”
”I don’t know. He looked a little embarrassed and kind of pissed off. And I mean, he had just been over here with you… so…”

Jenna sighed heavily and lifted herself up on the desk. “Fine…We kind of… kissed.”

“Kind of?” Becky raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, we kissed…” Jenna bit her lower lip. “Twice.”
”What? That’s great! Are you going to go out now?”
”No, no. that’s not great! That’s terrible! I mean… he’s not my type and I just got out of like… a series of bad relationships, and I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I mean, he’s cute and he’s sweet. But he’s just not my type. I mean, I guess my type is like…asshole… but…”
”So give it a try with Taylor, and maybe things will change.”
Jenna sighed and stood. She grabbed the skirt from a hanger. “You’re no help.” She tossed the skirt at Becky and left.
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Christy wandered through the backstage area of the venue. She picked up a bottle of water and at last found Isaac sitting near the stage tuning his guitar.
She stood silently and watched him for a minute until he stopped plinking notes and glanced at her over his shoulder.
”Hi honey…” She walked around his stool and sat on a turned over crate next to him. “I brought you some water.”
He smiled widely. “Thanks.” He took the bottle from her. “So what are you up to?” He inquired.
Christy shrugged. “Looking for you. The concert is like an hour away... don’t you have like roadies to do that?”
”We do, but last time they did it wrong so I’m doing it this time.”
”Oh. I think you do a better job though.”

He laughed at that. “Are you staying for the concert tonight?”
”Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. Becky and Jen should be here soon too.”

“That’s good.”
He strummed a few chords on his guitar. “Listen, uhh… we’re going to LA for a few days… Do you want to go out and meet some of my friends? I know the owners of this club and a bunch of us usually go there and hang out…”
”Really? You don’t mind?”
”Why would I mind?” He moved closer to her.

“I don’t know… Do you think they’ll like me?”

“Of course they will.” He chuckled. “And it won’t matter because I like you, and they’ll know that.”
Christy smiled. “You’re so sweet.”
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