Thanks for sticking with me. This is a new beginning to London mystery trip. I still don't own the characters but the plot is mine.

I have checked every chapter for typo and missing word and here we are. I'm going to post all the chapters form 1 to 26 until the end of the week.

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Expect new chapter in three weeks.

Love,

LB.

The music is loud and the atmosphere is heavy. Dozens of bodies are waiting for the beginning of the concert. Deftones's music is blaring through the speakers, as a prelude to what is going to happen.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asks me, stopping my daydream.

"A beer or something like that would be great, thank you".

I watch him maneuvering through the crowd to reach the bar.

There are lots of young women, probably not older than 22 or 23 and I'm suddenly feeling so out of place here, having turned 34 two days before. But it's my birthday weekend, and being here for this gig is my self birthday gift. I'm lucky my husband agreed to come with me tonight, even if this whole trip from Paris to London just to see a bunch of guys singing six or seven songs is pure craziness, but being understanding is one of his main qualities, apart from loving me since thirteen years.

I stay in the middle of the room, waiting for him. It's getting very crowded, as the time of the show is getting closer.

Looking at the people surrounding me, I can't help smiling: fangirls I recognize from their internet profile pictures. Twitter followers of the singer, who know everything about him. I even suspect them to know where he lives, because they always seem to bump into him on the street. How convenient, isn't it?

Yes I'm not gonna lie, I'm totally jealous, I'm here for him too, for his gorgeous face, his wit and the great quality of his music. But unlike them, I know perfectly well that I'll never be a part of his life, nor he'll ever notice me.

I'm just here of the pleasure of my eyes and ears.

I suddenly feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn around to find Sebastian with my glass of beer. I let the liquid quench my thirst and soothe my nerves. Well, I'm quite anxious to see the band playing live and above all to see him for the first time. Guess I'm a bit of a fangirl after all.

"Are you okay, babe? You seem a bit on edge".

"Ahem, yeah... you know, I'm a bit nervous. I really wonder if this was a good idea to come here." I reply, looking down.

"Why? It's your birthday, enjoy your gift! What are you risking apart from spending a really great night and fulfilling one of your dreams? Remember what you said to me this morning ? You want to see if he's really tall or not!" he laughs.

I smile. My dear husband takes my little obsession over him with so much lightness, knowing damn well like me that it's just a fantasy.

My train of thoughts is stopped by movement behind me. A group of girls came back from outside giggling and smiling. Right now, I know what it means. They must have seen or met the band, perhaps even spoken with them or taken some pictures which will be all over Twitter and Facebook tomorrow morning. God, what I would give to be in their shoes!

I'm feeling weird, as if something is happening behind me. And turning around, my eyes immediately catch his figure.

He's walking with long strides across the room to go backstage, head down, hoping not being recognized. Clad totally in black, black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, with his golden long hair, his tall and toned body, he isn't going unnoticed. He's definitely the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.

I suddenly feel like I don't deserve to contemplate such a perfect man and I turn around, hiding my face in Seb's chest. Two strong hands grasp my shoulders to make me raise my head.

"Babe, he's here, look at him. We're here to see and hear him. He's barely one meter behind you, so turn around. Otherwise you'll always regret it!"

I turn around just to catch a last glimpse of his hair disappearing backstage. A smile appears on my face.

I feel like I'm 17 tonight because I've finally seen Jace Wayland.