3 years later…
I walked into the changing room, laughing at something Seth said behind me. He said to go on and change, he'd be there in a minute.
I shook my hair out, my head hurting from the hairspray that was keeping it in place. I grabbed a scrunchie from the table and tied my hair up into a messy bun. With a sigh I glanced at my phone to check if anyone had called or texted. No one.
Even after three years of doing concerts I never got used to the fatigue and late nights. Seth told me it got better after a while, but you never got fully adapted to it. It was strange though, I never saw him tired.
Chelsea came into the room, saying someone was waiting for me downstairs. I asked if she knew who it was but she said they didn't give a name. On the way I pulled out a sticky note and wrote to Seth to meet me downstairs. I poured a glass of water and took it down with me.
My phone started ringing in the stairwell, it was Seth. "Hey."
"Hey, where are you?"
"Just went downstairs. I wrote you a sticky note." I said.
"I don't spend my time searching for sticky notes, Cam." He said.
I laughed. "Okay, well someone wanted to see me-" I got to the bottom of the stairs and everything in my hands crashed down. My phone slipped out of my fingers and glass shattered on the floor. I blinked to make sure I was seeing correctly. "Oh my God."
In front of me stood, none other than Zach Goode.
Okay, so I said I wouldnt make a sequel to The Future Past, but... I did =) so I hope you love me again! Lol.
Review, tell me if its okay so far.
Yes I know its short =P Just to get you fans going
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