Chapter two
hundred and forty-three:
Christy was
standing backstage on Isaac’s side. She smiled broadly at him and eagerly
danced to the music. She loved hearing them live and loved every song they
wrote. They finished one song and
Christy moved
aside to let them pass, and stood eagerly waiting Isaac’s solo.
He removed his
guitar and handed it to a stage hand, and crossed the stage to the piano to the
roar of the crowd. He eased himself onto the bench, and Christy clasped her
hands together in front of her in anticipation.
He adjusted the
microphone and glanced back at her with a brief smile, then spoke to the
audience.
“So, as many of you know, this is my first
show as a married man,” The crowd roared in response. “And I just want to
dedicate this song to my lovely wife.”
He played the
first few notes of a song she knew incredibly well, “More than anything.”
She bit her
lower lip and melted. He was the sweetest husband she could ever ask for.
He played the
song more beautifully than she had ever heard in her entire life, and as the
last few notes drifted to an end, she applauded loudly with the crowd.
Isaac stood,
bowed and left the stage, passing Zac who was on his way to do his own solo
song.
Christy threw
her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
He chuckled.
“Good, you did see it.”
“Of course I
did!” She cried. “Oh, baby, you are the sweetest man alive!” She kissed him.
He chuckled. “I
wanted to do something special for you, since you’re going through all that…”
He glanced from side to side “Unpleasant… sickness.”
She smiled and
smothered him with kisses.
He laughed, “C,
I’m covered in sweat and I stink.”
“I don’t care.”
She ran her hands through his hair. “I love you, more than anything.”
He laughed
again. “Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” He
gently pat her stomach.
Christy smiled
and smothered him with kisses again.
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Becky looped her
arm through Christy’s as they followed the bodyguard to a section of the
concert hall which had been sectioned off from the fans. Becky had wanted to see
the last half of the show, and Christy wanted a better view of the stage.
Christy leaned
on the glass railing of the balcony, looking over the entire crowd to the
stage. “Now this is definitely a better view!” She shouted to be heard over the
crowd.
Jimmy the
bodyguard sat down on a cushy chair just out of hearing range, but kept a
hawk-like watch on the girls.
“This is much
better.” Becky replied. She couldn’t help but glance nervously at the crowd.
There were a lot of cameras in the audience, but she couldn’t exactly tell if
they were taking photos of them. She still felt open and exposed.
Christy waved
excitedly to her husband and danced in place to the music.
Becky removed
her eyes from the masses of fans below them and looked at the stage. Normally
she was absolutely thrilled to hear the band play live, but she couldn’t help
but think about the website she had found. There were photos of them at shows,
which made her think that at least one of the people below had to work for the
people who were after them. At least one of them had to be taking their photo.
Which
would also mean that someone would post it on the internet, and she had no idea
where.
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