When they got to security, they saw a big black man waiting at the backstage door.

"Hi, um, we're here because our number was called." Chris said, slighty taken back by how big this man was.

"Can I see your ticket stub?" He asked them, in a deep voice.

"Yeh, sure." Lance took his ticket stub out of his pocket and gave it to the security guard. The security guard gave Lance and Chris a big grin.

Handing over two landyards, "My name is Steffon, and I'll escort you back to where Justin is." He pointed down a cordoor. "Follow me."

"Now for some ground rules; One: Never touch Justin, unless you ask and he permits. Two: Don't touch anything that belongs to Justin. Three: Do not ask Justin to sing. Four: Do not ask any personal questions. Is everything understood?"

Steffon looked at the two men. They nodded to the security guard. When Steffon turned around, Lance looked over at Chris.

Lance rolled his eyes and mouthed, 'what the fuck is that about?'

Chris shrugged and mouthed back, 'hell if I know.'

They made it to Justin's door backstage. Steffon knocked once.

"Come in." They heard Justin say from behind the door.

Steffon waved his hand, "You may go in now. Have fun." He turned and walked away.

Chris and Lance stood, staring from the door to one another. They stayed there for a moment.

"Are you comming in, or not?" Justin's said loudly.

They both jumped and Chris grabbed the door. They saw Justin, laying on a couch. Surrounded by 4 teenage girls that were cooing over him.

"Oh my God Justin, you are like, the greatest. I love you so much!" The blonde with the high ponytail said. Lance cringed.

"Wow, I expected more girls." Justin said while putting on a cheesy grin.

"Well, we're not. We're guys." Lance said back. Wondering how much more of an asshole Justin could be.

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An hour later Steffon had come back into the room. "Okay everyone, time's up. Time to leave."

Lance stood, happy to leave. Greatful it was over. He did not like this man. Not at all. In fact, he couldn't stand him. He was too much of an ass for his own good.

As he turned towards the door, Justin made a rude comment to Chris. Lance spun back around. All of a sudden he had Justin pushed against the wall.

"You are too much of an asshole to have someone like Chris wanting to meet you. He is one of your biggest fan. So what if he's a guy. You should have known that was going to happen when you went into this industry. So, just fuck off!"

Lance was ripped off of Justin, who was stanging there, stunned. Steffon glared at Lance.

"I suggest you leave, unless you want him to press charges."

Lance threw his hands in the air and stormed to the door, "That's fine, I don't want to fucking be here anyway." he said while slamming the door.

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Lance was halfway to the car when Chris had caught up to him. He grabbed Lance by the shoulder, "Hey man, you didn't have to do that for me."

Lance sighed and rubbed his eyes, "I know, but he didn't have to be an ass to you. Besides, you are my best-friend."

Both man laughed, "Yeh, I know. You can't live without me." Chris grinned.

They both got into the car, Chris thanking Lance. And drove off.

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