“Spencer Carlin and Olivia Mitchell,” I told the security gaurds that were by every door before going into the dressing room. They are the only two people allowed backstage before and during my show. If I had a choice, I would make it so they were the only ones allowed period, but some of my fans spent a good amount of money for backstage passes.

“Okay, so I’m pretty sure everyone knows who Spencer and Olivia are already,” Kyla entered my dressing room.

“Well, I had to make sure they get in okay,” I replied as the makeup artist did her job. My fingers were tapping the arm rest and I couldn’t stay still. I haven’t seen Spencer since the night I went over to her room. But, I did talk to her on the phone on my way to the stadium today so that’s a plus. She said she went shopping with Olivia and I swear I heard Olivia say lingerie shopping in the background, but I think my ears are just playing games with me.

“Honey, why are you sweating so much tonight? You are never like this,” the artist said as she dabbed away the sweat forming on my forehead and continued to apply makeup. I saw a grin grow across Kyla’s face from the corner of my eye.

“Tonight is going to be the best show ever!” Kyla squeled before sashaying out the door.

“That girl is crazy,” the artist said pointing the brush she was using towards the door and added the finishing touches. “Alright, my masterpiece is complete. Don’t mess it up now,” she said before packing her things and leaving the room. I looked down at my watch, and the show starts in half an hour. I haven’t heard from Spencer or Olivia yet, so I’m beginning to get nervous. I told them they can come an hour early, and they said they will, but I haven’t seen them yet.

I whipped out my phone and sent a text message to Spencer asking if they were here yet. I began pacing the room and doing voice excerises to get ready for the performance. My fist were clenching and unclenching as I took deep breaths. I left my dressing room and went to find Kyla.