Here it goes... Starts off first night of the tour
First nights of tours are always hectic. There's the nerves as you hear the thousands of people coming in while you try to remember everything you're supposed to do. You're running through set lists in your mind, trying to remember all your cues, and also trying to get over the fact that your girlfriend is sitting on the couch in your dressing room looking completely calm while she flips through a magazine.
Oh wait, that last one's just me.
Seriously I don't know how she's doing it. She's the opening act and it's her first arena concert as Miley and yet she's flipping through Vogue while humming one of her songs. Her legs are curled up to the side and her stage outfit is covered by a white robe. Her hair is straightened perfectly and her make up is smokey and sultry.
I, on the other hand, am pacing and checking the time every two seconds. Then I go check the mirror to make sure I haven't spilled anything or that my clothes aren't bunching awkwardly.
"Could you just sit down and relax?" Miley asks putting down her magazine and taking a sip of water.
"Relax??" I say nervously and continue pacing, "I go on in less than 2 hours. You go on in 30 minutes. How are you so calm?"
"Nick, we've rehearsed this dozens of times," she says, "Come sit here." She spreads her legs and and pats the space on the couch in between.
I sigh, but come over and sit down. Her hands slide up my back to my shoulders and begin massaging them. I close my eyes and let her capable hands work the stress out of my upper back.
"Now what are you worried about?" Miley asks, still rubbing my shoulders.
"Messing up. Missing my cues. Forgetting the words. Looking like an idiot," I list.
"Mmhm," she says, "have you ever messed up?"
"Yes, there was this one time-"
"And you survived?" she cuts me off. I sigh again. She's right. It's not the end of the world if I make a mistake. I'll move on. It's incredible how she can relax me in just a few words.
"You're right," I tell her and her thumbs dig deep between my shoulder blades, "Ah, that feels good."
"I took a massage class in college," Miley explains and continues to work on me. She's amazing. After a great massage she reaches her hands forward and pulls me close to her, my back against her front.
She nuzzles her soft face against my neck.
"I love you," she murmurs, placing a kiss on my neck. I turn around and peck her lips gently.
"I love you too," I tell her and then turn around and get off the couch so I'm on my knees in front of her. She closes her legs and slides her hands into my hair.
"You okay now?" she asks, looking straight into my eyes so I can't lie. But I don't have to.
"Yeah, thanks to you."
"Good," she leans in and kisses me again and I cup her face in my hands.
"Are you ready?" I ask her.
"I was born ready," she jokes, but I can see right through her faux-cockiness.
"You don't have to hide it from me, Mi."
"I know, but I just think it's pointless to dwell on what might go wrong. I've done all I can. I just need to get out there," she explains with a smile. And there's one of the many reasons I love her. She's so full of life and happiness.
"You're so amazing," I tell her, "I can't wait to see you perform..."
"Wait. What?" Miley asks, sitting up straight. See, Miley hasn't let me watch her perform. At rehearsals, she makes me leave before she'll start. It's completely ridiculous, if she can perform in front of strangers, why not in front of me?
But I've outsmarted her. I made sure I had time to sneak into the audience to watch her. And it will be even better seeing her in front of all her fans.
"I'm going to watch you perform," I say and she crosses her arms, "You can't avoid me forever."
"Fine," she sighs, "I know I can't stop you now."
"Ten minutes till you're needed to get wired," I announce, looking at my watch.
"You want a preview?" Miley asks, standing up and stretching, raising his arms over her head. The action makes her robe rise up and reveal more skin. Oh my, God. What is she wearing? You guessed it. Miley hasn't let me see her tour outfit either. All I know is that I'm "going to die," according to Demi.
Miley unties the robe and slips it off and then gives a little shake and bends one knee throwing her hands up in the air in an exaggerated pose.
"Oh wow," I breath out. She has a pair of tight black shorts on and black top that exposes most of her back and dips pretty low in the front too. On her feet she has boots that reach mid calf and have at least three inch heels. She's also covered in accessories: belts, necklaces, bracelets.
"You like?" she asks with a smirk, putting her hands down.
"Yeah," I say checking her out again. It's amazing how she manages to have so much skin showing and yet still cover up all the necessary parts. She truly has it down to an art. And trust me, I don't mind. I'm about to approach her when there's a sudden knock on the door.
I look at Miley questioningly, but she just shrugs. I go over to the door and open it. Miley starts giggling and I stifle a laugh as well. Behind the door is a ginormous flower arrangement with two skinny jean clad legs coming out from the bottom.
"Your brother is ridiculous!" Demi cries, coming in and dropping the arrangement on my table.
"Aw, I think it's cute," Miley says, going over to it and taking out the card to read it, "'Good luck tonight, superstar. Break a leg. Love, Joe' that's so sweet."
"It's so ridiculous!" Demi moans, "This is NOT taking it slow."
"Dem, it's been like 3 months," Miley says going over and putting an arm around her friend, "You've forgiven me, why can't you forgive Joe?"
"Because you just have a big mouth, you didn't judge me and assume I was some kind of whore," Demi says bitterly.
Then there's another knock on the door even though it's still open.
"Miss Stewart?" a small mousy girl who looks a little younger than us says, "You're needed on deck to get hooked up for you earpieces."
"Oh!" Miley says excitedly, "Time to do my thing," she jokes.
"Ohmigod," Demi says clasping a hand over her mouth, "I'm such a bad friend. I'm sorry. This is your first big concert and here I am blabbing on about my personal problems."
Demi doesn't know Miley used to be Hannah. No one knows except for me and honestly, I like it that way. It's like this special thing between me and her.
"It's fine," Miley waves a hand in the air, "I'm ready for it."
Demi looks at me and I shrug.
"Well, good luck," Demi gives her a huge hug, "Warm them up for me," she winks.
"Will do," Miley says and then walk out the door following the girl who came to get her.
"How is she so calm??" Demi asks when she's gone, "I was like hyperventilating before my first arena concert!"
"Trust me. I remember," I tell her, remembering her being a crying, shaking mess before she opened for my brothers and I for the first time, "I also remember Joe comforting you," I add with a smirk.
"Shut up!" she says pushing me.
"I know you love my brother so l don't know why you're playing this game," I say switching to a more serious mood.
"Your brother judged me. That's not fair. I have enough people doing that. I need someone who's not going to."
I'm suddenly struck with the similarity between what Demi is saying and Miley and I's first big fight. When I thought she spilled the secret about Joe to the paparazzi on purpose.
"I guess it's a Jonas thing..."
"What? You...? With Miley?" she says in shock. She seems to think that Miley and I have this perfect relationship. Okay, well we kind of do. But even in perfect relationships there are obstacles you have to overcome.
"Yeah, but we got through it, obviously. You will too."
Demi nods solemnly. It's not often that we're serious with each other so there's an awkward pause.
"Shall we go meet Miley to say our prayer before she goes on?" Demi breaks the silence.
"Yeah, let's go. I have to get out to the sound board to watch her so we need to hurry up. I don't want to miss her entrance," I say heading for the door.
"You're so whipped, it's gross. I'm still not used to it," Demi complains following behind me.
"Shut up," I mock her giving her a small push.
"Hey! You can't push a girl!" she protests, shoving me back.
"You can when she's like your sister," I inform her with a smirk.
"I'm just saying it's a little weird that the last time I see you you're this awkward guy who can barely stay with a girl past a first date and then all of the sudden you're in this super serious relationship."
"Well," I say, "Miley's special."
"I know," Demi looks at me with that big genuine smile that she hardly uses anymore, "I'm really happy for you, Nick."
I smile in gratitude and we come across Miley who's getting a sound pack clipped into the back of her pants. Her vocal coach is going over exercises with her and she's laughing and smiling and bouncing around. Finally she's hooked up and she sees Demi and I. Everyone is aware of what's going on as our crew and bands circle up. Miley grabs my hand and Demi's hand and squishes in between us. It's amazing how many people are in our tour family now. The opening night is in Texas so my parents and Frankie are there too. Dad clears his throat and everyone looks at him.
"Let's bow our heads and have a moment of silence," he says. I close my eyes and everything disappears. All I can hear is Miley's steady breathing next to me and her hand wrapped around mine. It's like I can feel the energy radiating off of her and infecting me, making me feel alive.
"Lord, we thank you for giving all the talented artists that are here to perform tonight the opportunity to do what they love. We pray that you'll be there with everyone on stage and allow them to give the best performance possible. Amen."
"Amen," everyone choruses and drops hands, but I hang onto Miley's.
"I have to head up to the stage now,Nick," she says with a smile.
"I'll come with you," I insist and we begin to walk up. She swings our hands between us while the tour choreographer reminds her of all the different things she has to do. Her dancers follow behind us.
I have to leave now if I want to get to the soundboard in time to see her entrance.
"I love you. Good luck," I say giving her a kiss on the lips and leaving before she can react.
"I love you too!" she calls over the noise and I smile. I can't wait to see her perform.
Somehow I manage to make it to the soundboard without anyone noticing. The lights start to dim and everyone screams. I feel like another face in the crowd, excited to see Miley Stewart perform.
Her band takes their place and soft blue lights illuminate the stage. I can't wait to see her. Even from this far away I can feel the energy from the stage.
The music begins to play and I hold my breath waiting for her to come up on the hydraulic lift at the back of the stage.
"I have to wonder if this wave's too big to ride..." Miley starts singing before the crowd can see her and when her head pops up over the edge of the stage, I let out a sigh of relief. She holds her microphone at the perfect angle while taking precise steps down the two levels of stairs. The crowd is going crazy. She's radiating the most amazing stage presence right now and I can feel everyone in the audience catching on.
"Out of the fire and into the fire again, you make me want to forget," Miley sings, "And start all over." Each word is punctuated with a jerk of the hips and a shake of her head. Her long hair is everywhere, but she makes it work in a rockstar like way. She's absolutely incredible and I can hear the people in the audience agreeing.
"She really knows how to work that stage, doesn't she?" one of the guys, Mike, at the soundboard says as Miley finishes up Start All Over and launches into her next song and my personal favorite, Dream.
"Yeah," is all I can say because I'm mesmerized by the way she moves. Honestly, I don't think I've ever felt as attracted to her as I do in this moment. It's not just about her outfit or the way she dances, but the complete confidence she eludes on stage is a definite turn on.
Since she's only the first opening act, she only has one last song left. I know I need to hightail it back stage, but when the white piano, the same one I'll be using later, rises up on the same lift she came in on I can't move.
"I don't know if y'all knew this," she says into her mic, "But I've been playing the guitar since I was 6," she pauses for the crowd to cheer, "however, I've only started playing the piano recently, so you'll have to bare with me on this one."
The crowd chuckles and Miley climbs the stairs and sits on the piano bench. What...? When did she...? And how didn't I know? Suddenly, her not letting me see her rehearsals all makes sense.
"So," Miley says switching to the mic in front of the piano, "How many of you have someone special in your life?" a cheer arises from the crowd, "I mean anyone, a friend, a parent, a boyfriend or girlfriend. Someone who whenever you're having trouble or a bad day, you can just look at them and know everything is going to be okay?" An even louder cheer comes after that one.
I'm literally holding my breath. I have no idea what's going on and I can't wait for it.
"This song isn't on my album, in fact, I wrote it just a little over a month ago. This is about my someone. They know who they are," she explains and even though I know there's no way she could see me from the stage, it feels like she's looking right at me and my heart starts racing. Her fingers find the right place on the keys and she starts playing a melody that I've never heard before.
Then she opens her mouth and the words are so pure, so sincere that it almost knocks me over, "Everybody needs inspiration, Everybody needs a song, A beautiful melody When the night's so long..."
Her eyes close as she plays the piano and sings her heart out while my own heart feels like it's swelling rapidly in my chest.
"Yeah, when my world is falling apart, When there's no light to break up the dark, That's when I, I, I look at you, When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore, That's when I, I, I look at you."
I love her. I love her, I love her, I love her is the only thing running through my mind. My chest is pounding as every word and every chord fills me up and I feel like I'm floating. Miley, my Miley, wrote this song for me. My eyes don't move off of her for a second as she comes to the bridge of the song.
"You, appear, just like a dream to me just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me all I need, every breath, that I breathe. Don't you know you're beautiful?"
Once again she looks over in my direction and just stares. And then I realize: she planned this from the beginning. She wanted me to be out here to see her perform this song for the first time. She's so... wow. I can't believe her, but I can't deny I'm happy. Beyond happy. Ecstatic. I need to see her. Now.
She finishes the song and starts saying her goodbyes and I hurry to get back backstage before the lights go off and she gets off stage. I practically sprint and once I get there I'm waiting eagerly for Miley.
"Nick!" a stagehand suddenly calls, "Where have you been? You need to get your earpieces in and tested!"
"Okay, I just have to wait for-"
"No, now," he insists, "We're already behind. Your vocal coach and band are also looking for you."
I look to see if Miley's coming, but all I can hear is the roar of the crowd, so I assume she's still out there. I sigh because I know the guy is right. I never meant to stay out there that long. There's only like 25 minutes between Miley's set and my set and they need to be utilized.
Thankfully, my earpieces are working fine and so are the band's. My vocal coach helps me with some exercises and my band and I go over some last minute details. The time passes quickly before we're being ushered to the stage area. I'm looking for Miley the entire time, but I can't find her. Mom and dad are waiting by the stage for me smiling proudly.
"Have you seen Miley?" I ask my mom giving her a hug.
"She had to go change right away," Mom tells me, "She was amazing out there wasn't she? I mean, I knew she was a good singer, but wow, she's a performer."
I smile, "Yeah, she is."
I'm a little bummed that I won't get to see her before I go on, but I'll get over it. I'll be seeing her soon enough anyway.
"5 minutes!" another stagehand yells over the roar of the crowd. He hands me my green guitar and I put it over my shoulder and get into place on the lift.
"Break a leg!" my mom and dad both call and then look at each other and laugh. My dad wraps and arm around her waist and pulls her close and even though it's kind of gross because they're my parents, it's really cute at the same time. They're still so in love. I hope that will be Miley and I one day.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," someone calls through the earpiece and the lift starts rising and I start the opening chords of my first song.
The concert starts off without a problem. It's a little weird to have such a big stage for just me, but if Miley and Demi can do it, I can too. And after the past few months I've gotten closer to my band and we're all feeding off each other's energy.
I get excited as we finish singing Shelf because the next song is my personal favorite. A stagehand hands me an acoustic guitar and takes the electric one. I'm so excited I'm practically trembling. I strikr the strings and then start singing.
"It's the morning, the white light hits your face, your head upon that pillow, I let you radiate. you spend all day, twisted up in sheets..." the crowd cheers and I turn around to see Miley descending the stairs wearing a red strapless dress that is tight around her chest then flows out to her just above her knees. Her once straightened hair is now in curls and the top half is pulled back. Her makeup is done more natural than it was previously. She looks... Well, there just aren't words to describe it. She brings her microphone to her mouth and sings the next line with me.
"One of those days, one of those moments, you just, make me happy."
The crowd disappears and it's just Miley and I just like it was when we recorded it. I remember hearing her sing it for the first time and how perfect our voices worked together and I remember how the final version even left Kevin speechless. The words she inspires are amazing. It goes by much too fast for me, I want this moment on stage with her to last forever, but before I know it we're both singing the last line, "You make me happy..."
I want to kiss her. I want to so badly, but I know I can't. People know that we're dating, but still that doesn't mean we need to be kissing in front of thousands of fans. So I settle with half a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She smiles and winks at me before waving to the crowd and leaving the same way she came on. It takes me a few moments to bring myself back to the stage and the fans in front of me. But when I do I signal the band to start the last song. I can't wait to see Miley again.
***
After the concert I race backstage, ignoring the calls of "Nice job!" from everyone. Miley, Miley, Miley is what's running though my brain. Where is she? Her dressing room? My dressing room? Well, mine is closer so I'll check there first.
I burst into the door eagerly and then give a yelp of surprise when I see the person sitting on my couch.
"Joe?" I ask in confusion. I was pretty sure he was still in LA on the set of his new movie. Yeah, that's right. He got a role in a movie. It's not a huge part but it will be good for him to build up his credentials.
"You know, those flowers weren't for you," Joe says with a smirk, nodding to Demi's arrangement that she left on the table.
"I know... Demi brought them in. She was pissed."
"Yeah, yeah. You and I both know she's just pretending to be pissed to prove her point. Eventually she'll give it up."
Hm. Maybe Joe knows more about Demi than I give him credit for. He really does seem to understand her better than anyone else.
"Maybe you should just, you know, apologize," I suggest.
"I have. Hundreds of times. So I figured I could just prove how much I love her instead of just telling her. Which is why I'm surprising her by being here tonight," Joe's eyes shine as he says this and I recognize that look. It's the same look Kevin has and the same look I have when I look in the mirror in the morning. Wow. I mean I knew he liked her, obviously, but now I realize it's deep than that.
"Wow. You're really serious about her."
"Well, duh. I asked her to marry me, didn't I? I wouldn't have done that if I didn't really love her."
"I know, man," I say, laughing to myself because not too much earlier Demi was saying the same thing to me "it's just weird seeing you like this."
Silence envelopes us for a moment and I remember what I came rushing in here for.
"Joe, have you seen Miley?" I ask excitedly.
"She's doing interviews in her dressing room. Poor girl. I thought the reporters were going to pounce on her. I missed her performance, but apparently it was phenomenal."
"It was..." I say dreamily, remembering the way she owned the stage, "Maybe I should go help her..."
"Nope," Joe shakes his head, "I was given direct orders to not let you in there. This is her thing."
I sigh because I know he's right. He gets up off the couch and dusts himself off.
"Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go watch my girl," Joe walks past me to get out the door, "And, um, you might want to go shower before you see yours..." he smirks, closing the door behind him.
I realize that it's true and I am all sweaty from being on stage. Luckily, all the dressing rooms in this venue have private showers. I know I won't be able to see Miley for a while so I might as well maximize my time without her so later I can spend more time with her.
So I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower. As I wait for it to heat up, I pull out a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt to change into and then take off my stage clothes.
After a long, hot shower I get dressed and then sit down on the couch. But I'm too restless. I need to go do something. Preferably go see Miley. There's a small TV in the corner and I realize that it's playing the feed from the concert. Demi looks like she's killing it. I check the time. Ugh there's still at least another hour of her set left.
I decide to get up and check on Miley. Maybe she's done her interviews. So I slip on some shoes and walk out of the dressing 's pretty quiet down here, but I know if I walk up just a few flights of stairs, I'll hear music and screaming. I head for Miley's dressing room and I don't see anyone on the way there. I come up to the white door with the paper sign that says MILEY STEWART on it. I don't hear any noise coming from inside so I knock gently. No response. Cautiously, I turn the knob and open the door.
But no ones in there. Miley's tour clothes on a hanger with her boots under them. There's an open can of coke on her vanity along with all her beauty supplies. I frown. Where could she be?
Then it hits me. She's watching Demi. Duh. I might have seen Demi enough times to not be excited by it, but Miley hasn't. And they're like best friends now, so of course Miley would be watching her.
I race up the stairs, taking them two at a time, until I get to the backstage area. I see Miley's back and it's like every part of my body relaxes. She's standing between my mom and Joe and every once in a while she moves her hips to the music. It's like she can't help but dance and I smile at her energy.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist so they rest on her stomach. She jumps for a second before she realizes it's me.
"Where were you?" she yells over the music, turning her neck to look at me.
"Looking for you," I reply and capture her lips with my own. I'm just about to deepen it when she pulls away. Then her eyes shift to the right where my mom is standing. Ugh mom.
"This one's my favorite!" Joe yells suddenly to Miley as another song starts up. She gives him and odd look, but he doesn't notice.
"I think he's said that about every song," Miley giggles and then turns back to the stage. Her hips start rocking again, but this time against me. I let out a small groan against her neck and she stops. "Sorry," she whispers loud enough so just I can hear her.
"I didn't say I didn't like it," I say wrapping my arms around her tighter to bring her closer to me.
"Stop it," she says turning around to playfully smack my chest.
"I can't," I say back, kissing her jaw down to her neck. I feel her body shiver underneath my touch and it's the best feeling knowing that I'm doing this to her. Before I can continue though, she shakes her head and turns back around. I sigh. All I can see in my mind is her on stage which is really not helpful.
After what seems like forever, Demi finishes her last encore and the lights in the arena come on. Demi rushes off stage and Miley hugs her tightly.
"Ohmigosh you were amazing!" Miley cries.
"Thanks! And I saw you out there, missy. You're gonna steal my show," Demi jokes and hugs Miley again.
I tug on Miley's hand as Demi leaves to go talk to other people, "C'mon let's go back to the hotel."
Luckily, our concert tomorrow isn't that far away so we can actually stay in a hotel instead of on the tour bus. Although I have to admit mine and Miley's tour bus is pretty awesome.
"Someone's eager to get out of here," Miley giggles, but allows me to pull her to the back entrance. There's a whole line of black cars waiting to bring people back to the hotel and I pick one, opening the door for Miley and letting her in before sliding in next to her.
The ride is almost silent as we pass through the streets. Fans freak out as they see our car. Even though they can't see inside it's pretty obvious that someone famous must be in it. I mean, who else would have such dark tinted windows? Luckily we manage to make it to the hotel in one piece. Since we left early there's no crowds outside waiting. As much as I love my fans I really just need some Miley and me time.
Miley rummages around in her giant purse for her hotel key (we already checked in a few days before opening night) and I shake my head and pull mine out of my wallet. One of the many differences between us that make us go together perfectly.
I open the door to our room and we both head in. Miley goes straight for the bathroom that's to the left of the door. The room is fairly spacious with a small sitting room like area and a queen sized bed. The curtains are drawn making the room extremely dark. I flip a light switch and then dim them slightly.
I hear water running and then Miley comes out of the bathroom.
"Hi," she whispers softly.
"Hi," I reply with a grin and then take a good look at her. After the concert she changed into colorful sweatpants and a white t-shirt that I'm pretty sure she stole from me. It wouldn't matter if she was wearing a potato sack though because either way I plan on getting her out of it.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, touching her hair and blushing. Oh sorry... Is my staring bothering you? Maybe you should stop being so attractive.
Instead of actually answering her though I walk over and bend down, grabbing her waist and throwing her over my shoulder.
"Nick!" she shouts, hitting my back with her fists, "Put me down."
"Shh... It's late, you'll wake up the whole hotel," I laugh as I carry her over to the bed. Using one hand I pull down the comforter.
"Nick!" she hisses, quieter this time. I toss her down onto the bed and then quickly move on top of her, pinning her down.
"Do you know how amazing you were on stage?" I ask her, leaning my face in so it's close to hers. She's breathing heavily after trying to get out of my arms and I can feel her chest rise against mine with every breath.
"And how hot?" I continue, kissing her neck, gently sucking at her sweet spot.
She giggles and strokes my face, "Tell me."
"The way you move is such a turn on," I tell her, still keeping contact with her neck, "And your confidence is so sexy. You're such an incredible performer. All eyes were on you. I wanted to jump up on the stage and take you right there."
She giggles again and it's like music to my ears.
"Nick?" she says softly and I look up at her.
"Yeah, Mi?"
"I love you so much," she whispers, running her fingers through my hair, "I'm so happy we get to do this together."
"I love you too baby," I tell her. She looks so sweet laying back on the pillows, her hair spread out around her. "More than you'll ever know."
Then her hand slides behind my neck and she gently connects our mouths in a soft slow kiss.
I quickly deepen it through by parting her lips with my tongue. My hands slide to her hips as I pull her against me. Our clothes come off quickly and to be honest, I don't really remember how it all happened. But I know that Miley's smooth skin is touching mine and that's all that matters.
One of her legs intertwines with mine, her toes rubbing along my calf, while the other one hitches around my waist, giving me the perfect opportunity. I press into her and her head presses back against the pillows as a small moan escapes though her lips.
Our bodies move together, maximizing the pleasure for both of us. I don't think I'll ever get tired of making love to Miley. Every time it just gets better and better.
I'm caught off guard as she flips us over and straddles me. She tosses her long hair to one side and she looks so sensual it blows my mind. There is no way this girl is mine. It's honestly too good to be true. She's like this crazy, sexy, completely wild girl one second and then the next second she's charming my mom and speaking in business terms.
She rocks her hips against me and I close my eyes, letting her have her turn to be in control.
"You're so hot, Nick," she leans down and whispers in my ear, "Especially when you're on stage playing that guitar. I just want to jump you."
I groan at her confession. Her voice is hoarse and sexy and I can't resist flipping her over so I'm on top again.
"I. Love. You." I say in between thrusts and she jerks her hips up to meet mine. We both pick up the pace as we come to the end.
"Nick," she cries, digging her nails into my back and I know she's gone. I continue to press into her until I'm done too and then I roll off of her and lay on my back.
When we finally catch our breath again we both turn at the same time to face each other and then both burst out into laughter.
Once we recover, I reach out and cup Miley's cheek with my hand.
"You were so beautiful on stage," I whisper.
"I thought I was 'hot' and 'sexy'" she says with a smirk.
"Well, you were those things too," I chuckle, "But, seriously, you were like glowing. You should have heard the people in the audience. If they weren't a fan of you before, trust me, they are now."
"Thanks, Nick," she says softly, covering my hand on her face with her own, "I'm sure you hear this all the time, but you were amazing too."
"It means a lot coming from you though," I tell her with a smile. Suddenly our moment is interrupted by a loud female voice yelling.
"Is that... Demi?" Miley asks starring at the wall that separates our room from hers.
Another louder male voice comes through the wall as well.
"There goes Joe. Guess he surprised her alright."
"Should we interfere?" Miley asks stifling a yawn.
"Are you tired?" I answer her question with a question. I bring my hand down from her face and start rubbing circles on her hip.
"A little," Miley admits with a bigger yawn this time.
"You mean, a lot?" I tease, moving my hand to her back to rub it gently.
"Shut up," she mutters as her eyes flutter closed and then quickly open, "What about those two losers?" she asks gesturing with a glance to the wall.
I chuckle softly so as not to disturb her since she's half asleep already, "They'll work it out, just go to sleep."
She snuggles closer to me, "Will you sing to me?" she asks with eyes closed.
"Okay," I move my hands to her hair and run them through her hair.
"Mm, that feels nice," she murmurs, her lips against my chest.
I start singing an old hymn my mom used to sing to me when I was little and soon Miley is drifting off. All I can think as I watch her chest rise and fall slowly is that this is already hands down the best tour ever.
Thoughts? I know not a lot actually happened. This is just to get a feel of where we are now with Nick and Miley. Jemi shall be farther explored in the next chapter. Review?