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    Tell Me Again – Chapter 8

     

    I stood backstage for a while doing nothing really.  I talked to a couple of the camera operators before I spotted Dana and Alice wondering through the crowed.

     

    Tina:  Hey guys

     

    Dana:  Hey, there you are.

     

    Alice:  Hey, nice head set.

     

    Tina:  Thanks.  Wheres Bette?

     

    Alice:  Oh, still on the phone with Kristen she rolled her eyes.

     

    Why the ***** would she be talking to her?  I felt that all too familiar feeling of jealously rising in the pit of my stomach.  I hated that feeling more than anything.  Jealousy was not something I enjoyed experiencing.

     

    Alice:  Shes been on the phone with her for the past hour.

     

    I wanted to know more but of course just as I was about to open my mouth Byrds voice came yelling through my headphone.  I cringed and turned down the volume.

     

                Dont turn me down!  I can see you.  The show is going to start in five minutes.  Were about to start rolling, you should get back up to the stage.

     

    I turned around and waved.  I really didnt want to walk away.  The concert had become the last thing on my mind.  

     

    Tina:  I gotta go, shows about to start.  Here take these I handed them some passes for the seated area.

     

    Dana:  Awesome, I really didnt want to have to stand she quickly grabbed them out of my hand.

     

    Tina:  Ill come down and sit with you if I get a chance.

     

    I quickly made my way back to the stage and took my place on the side.  I had a perfect view of the seats I gave Alice and Dana, this way I could see when Bette arrived.

     

    The concert was going well.  Surprisingly enough Berkley sounded great; considering he could barely open his eyes.  Bette arrived half way through the second set.  I could finally breathe again.  She looked upset; I wish I knew what was wrong. 

     

    There was a short break; I took the opportunity making my way down to the seats.  I pushed my way through the unaccommodating row of students sitting next to them and almost fell in Alices lap.

    Comments

    1. Ohh God !! here comes the Drama !!! hehe ;))
      Gr8 chapter !! I love this story . I am totally hooked . I think Tina’s point of view ( 1st person narrative ) works very well . I like the way u write Tina’s thoughts . keep up the gr8 work and pls continue .
      i can’t wait to see what happens next , plsssss Hurry and post soooon !!!!! :D
      Thanx :D

    2. NO marijuana is not a drug, I love this story, I love pot heads, It’s funny it 2 am and I’m reading your story about stoners and I’m loaded off my ass, it’s been one of those night were I chose not to sleep,It will bite me later since I have to be at work at 6am. I should be sleeping I’m high and just had sex, but I so hooked on reading FF that I’m typing this instead of in bed.Damm when are you going to give bette some brownies?? ok now that I have made a fool of myself I think I will stop talking.

    3. I was totally pissing myself, when you had Tina dancing to her phone, no idea why, just such a perfect image ! Thank you – wicked story.

    4. to bad tina didn’t hear and let bette finish telling her what she wanted to tell her… loving this story..and oh here we go with the drama… please be gentle

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