We walked back down to the main street entrance where people were still filing into the stadium. After making it through the ticket checks, we found our seats.

"Wow. This place is full eh?" I said, looking down at Myka who was taking it all in. She nodded. I debated calling Rachel or Kurt but I figured most of the phone call would be spent listening to the two of the shriek and giggle on the other end. The fluttering returned to my stomach. Luckily the lights began to dim, I just needed to get my mind off it.

Myka looked up at me, grinning. I smiled back at her and picked her up so she could see better. The opening group was pretty good and full of energy, but no where near as crazy as the female rapper after them. Myka was standing on her chair trying to spit the same beats. She had her little hand spinning on her imaginary table and everything. I took pictures not wanting to miss a second. Eventually the lights dimmed even more and the crowd got even louder. For the first time, Myka seemed a little concerned. She stood still, looking around with her hands on her ears. I leaned down once more and picked her up, I pointed towards the stage and gave her a quick hug as she watched what happened next. Bright lights began flashing from every direction, when they all centred in the middle of the stage, the music stopped and her voice took over the stadium. She started with Myka's favourite song, Neon Lights. I put Myka back down on her chair so she could dance. We both danced and clapped our hands as we watched the beautiful Dani Lovato rock the stage.

I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or fate, but I could have sworn that Dani kept looking in our direction. Every time she waved my stomach did flip flops. Myka was waving back like they were best friends. I tried to focus on the music instead of the energetic blonde jumping around on stage. I didn't know much about her, but she could make an entire stadium laugh between songs. Her guitar and piano playing were the most beautiful things I have heard in awhile. The emotion flowed through her and into the sounds that seemed to wrap themselves around me.
It felt like the show was over before we knew it and Myka wasn't the only one who wished it wasn't over. Watching Dani on stage seemed so natural, she really belonged up there and I couldn't take my eyes off her. As the stadium shuffled out, I looked down at where the number was scribbled. I had debated bailing out all show, but when I looked down again, I noticed the little heart under the number. The feeling in my stomach immediately intensified, the flutter and lightness, and I looked down at Myka who looked exhausted.

"Hey bud," I said, lifting her up out of the crowd, "let's get out of here."
As I navigated through the crowd, I felt Myka rest her head against my shoulder as she held on. I found the alley we had come down and looked around. It was much darker now then before the concert. I stood there contemplating what to do. I couldn't take Myka into an unsafe place. I could only see the lights at the end. I looked at my hand once more, and sadly, turned to start walking. I wasn't very far from the the alley when a large limo pulled up. I stopped, holding onto my sleeping niece. The back window rolled down and Dani stuck her head out.

"I hope my music didn't do that," she said, her grin growing.

"Oh, this?" I asked pointing to Mkya, "yeah, she didn't like it at all."

Dani's face grew the most serious I had seen all night.

"I'm just kidding. I think it was all the dancing we did, trying to keep up. It was a great show," I replied, rubbing Myka's back.

"Need a lift?" she asked, her amazing smile returning to its spot.

I smiled back at her and she called us over with a nod as she got out of the car to hold the door. I placed Myka in first and crawled around to sit on her other side. Dani got back in, sitting on my nieces other side. I reached around to put Myka's seatbelt on but couldn't find the holder. My hand brushed against Dani's leg and she looked down.

"Here," she said, trying to help. As I moved my hand, it caught in Dani's. She bit her lower lip and I pulled my hand away, I tried to fix my hair as a way to occupy my hands and thoughts. The driver looked back and I told him the address to my cousins.

"So she liked it?" asked Dani, as we pulled out into traffic.

"She loved it. It was her first concert and I think it'll be hard to beat," I said with a smile.

"Did you...like it?" Dani asked, tilting her head to play with her pony tail.

"It was okay," I grinned.

"Hmm, guess I'll have to give you a private encore," said Dani, confidently.

I was definitely blushing and Dani could see it, even in the dark limo. The effect this girl was having on me was crazy. I had never been this far out of my element. The driver pulled around the corner to Ana's.

"You must be tired after a huge show like that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

"Actually, I'm wide awake. The energy of the crowd stays with me for hours. It's crazy the feeling you get from standing up there," she was beaming.

"I remember that feeling," I said, feeling reminiscent of my days on a stage.

"You sing?"

"Used to. I loved it. It's just harder out here, coming from a small town and everything. It's a little overwhelming," I said, surprised at my own honesty. Myka had curled into my side and I pulled her closer. When we pulled up in front of the house, Ana stepped outside and was standing on the porch. Dani got out first and was waiting to offer a hand. My cousin made a face, as if she recognized the face put couldn't place it. I got out and tried to daintily lift Myka from the car. I was suddenly very aware of how short my dress was. I lifted her back up on my hip and turned to Dani, "I'll just be a second."

"Take your time."

I started walking towards my cousin, mouthing the words "oh my god." Ana got the hint and opened the door to the house. I stepped inside and took Myka right to her bed. Once I got her shoes off and the blankets around her, I joined Ana back in the kitchen.

"Is that?" said Ana, pointing towards the street.

"Dani Freakin' Lovato? Yeah, it is! Can you believe this? How is this happening right now?" I squealed, sounding like my niece.

"How did this happen?"

"That cute little bugger of yours spilt her slushy all over her! It was probably the best moment of my life!"

"So why is she in my driveway?"

"Well, I offered to dry clean her clothes, but since she's not in town long enough, I'm going to keep her company at an after party she has to attend," I said, casually.

Ana's mouth hung open. "No. But seriously, why is she in my driveway?"

"Seriously," I said, grabbing a piece of gum from the counter, "guess I shouldn't keep her waiting."

Ana followed me to the front door and stepped outside. Dani was leaning against the car talking to the driver. She turned when I walked up.

"Ready?" she asked.

"I think so," I mumbled as I got back into the limo.

"Bye! Have a good time," called my cousin from the porch.

"Bye! Your daughter is adorable, by the way! Have a good night," waved Dani.

"Sorry, I think she was more excited than Myka and her tickets," I said, rolling my eyes.

Dani laughed, "that's okay. I wouldn't have expected this either."

"What were you doing in the alley anyway?" I asked, "shouldn't you have had a gaggle of security around you?"

Dani turned in her seat before she answered, "I like to sneak away to collect my thoughts before a show. You know, to get in the state of mind."

"I totally get it. I used to do the same thing," I said, "isn't that kind of dangerous though? Leaving by yourself?"

"Only if you're scared of slushies'', I guess," grinned the blonde.

"Right."

"I'm totally kidding. I wore the pants the entire show, they smelt like strawberries," she smiled.

"Hmm, and here I thought that was your perfume," I grinned back. We held each other's gaze for a moment. I don't know how she did it but she was able to kick my butterflies into second gear with just a look.

Not far from the stadium, we had stopped in front of a club.
"Okay, we're here. There will be a ton of cameras and flashes. When you get out of the car get your balance and let your eyes adjust before you take a step. Once we get through the entrance, it'll be over," she said, sweetly smiling like it would be a walk in the park. Dani clearly noticed the slight panic that had surfaced. I was watching the reporters outside, they were yelling and screaming and throwing their cameras up to claim their next shots.

"We'll be fine, I'll be with you the whole time," she said, placing her hand over mine. I looked into her eyes and the strength I saw within them was enough to convince me.

The driver came around and opened the door for us. Dani got out and turned to offer me a hand out. The flashes from the cameras immediately blinded me and I felt Dani move closer still holding my hand. I stopped and took my breath, waiting for the moment that Dani would let go of my hand, yet it didn't come.
I smiled and took a breath, eventually my eyes did adjust and I could see the sea of reporters. I followed Dani's lead along the carpet, stopping when she did and offering a wave. We finally made it through the doors and into an empty lobby.

Dani looked up,"it's not so bad right? Although, I don't how you walked yourself in those heels; I can usually tough those out for a song or two then I'm back in my converse."

"Well, I couldn't imagine having those people surrounding you all the time. That must take a toll," I asked, straightening my dress.

"You get used to it," she replied.

I smiled at the easiness that Dani had in opening up. It wasn't weird like first dates can be. Not that this was a date. Or was it? Did I want it to be? Oh no, I'm rambling, I thought to myself.

"Okay, just a little mingling to put up with and then we can get out of here. Sound good?"

"Yes," I grinned, "sounds good."

She pulled open the doors and the DJ announced her name causing everyone to turn and applaud her. She smiled her big smile and waved, followed by a cute courtesy. I stepped to the side while everyone surrounded her and congratulated her on a great show. As I watched, a waiter offered me a glass of champagne, someone next to Dani stood on a chair and made a speech.

"To Dani! For another amazing show and to many, many more!"

Everyone held up their drinks and toasted in her honor. As I watched from the side, I was amazed at how gracious and breath taking she was. I felt my face flush as she snuck a look my way; she smiled and held her glass up. I raised my glass in return and took a sip. The same guy that made the speech pulled her away and I lost sight of her. I wandered over to the stage where her many guitars were on display, many of which she used during the show. There was one guitar she had seemed to favor during the show but I couldn't find it here.

"I keep that one in the back."

I turned around to see the Dani walking towards me.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"It was my first. It's been with me through the good times and the bad," she shrugged, "I don't know what I'd do without it."

"I'd like to see it sometime, if that's okay," I mentioned, looking a little closer at another guitar.

"I'm sure we could make that happen," said Dani, moving closer. "See that chip right there?" She pointed at a guitar that was missing a chunk from it.

"Mhmm," I nodded, looking closely and trying to distract myself from the warmth of the woman next to me.

"One of my first shows of my first tour, I played a verse and I mean, I rocked it out on the guitar," she grinned at the memory. "Then I swung it on to my back to belt out the next verse and when I swung it, the strap broke. It went flying," she started laughing, which made me laugh.

"What did you do?"

"I kept singing like nothing happened and when the song finished, one of the stage guys came out and picked it up and stood there looking at me not sure what to do with it. I was like 'oh, yeah, that's mine. Thanks!'"

I was laughing so hard by the way she was telling the story, I had tears in my eyes and she was laughing just as hard.

"You're amazing," I sighed, trying to catch my breath.

She looked down, then back at me, "want to get out of here?"

I looked around at all the people still crowding in the room, "are you sure? There seems to be a lot of people still here."

"Yeah, they're here for business. I don't do the business side," she moved closer and whispered in my ear, "plus I'm starving."

I smiled, "okay."

She grabbed my hand once more and pulled me through the back.
"If we sneak out this way, no will miss us. Do you mind walking a bit?" She asked looking down at my heels.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine," I said.

We stepped out into the night air and began our walk.

"Every time I come to this city, I have a bit of a tradition. I usually do it by myself to relax. But it'll be nice to have company this time," she explained. She looked over at me and notice the goose bumps that had formed on my bare arms.

"Here," she said, taking off her jacket and helping me into it, "although I have to warn you, I had this cute kid and her pretty aunt throw a slushy on me before the show."

I looked at her shocked, but relax once I saw her smile, "you're kidding?" I asked, playfully, nudging her with my shoulder as we walked.

"Yeah, might have been the best part of my night actually."

I smiled at the memory and the confession.

"So where are we going?" I asked, trying to control my excitement.

"There's this little diner up and around the corner. They have wicked good food and their staff sings. And you can watch the sun rise as it bring it to life," Dani stopped when she looked over at me.

I didn't realize that my face had given away my feelings. I didn't really want her to know I worked at the diner. It was times like this I wish I had a more glamorous job.

"Am I rambling? Sometimes I do that when I'm nervous," she admitted.

"No, no. It's just," she stopped walking and waited for me to finish.

"I work there," I confessed.

Her face lit up, "you're kidding! So you've seen it and know what I'm talking about!"

The fact that I worked in a singing diner didn't even faze her. She seemed a little excited about it even. This girl was constantly surprising me.

"I've actually never seen it," I admitted.

"Perfect. We can watch it together," she said, stepping closer and taking my hand. We walked into the diner and Gunther came around the corner.

"Gunther!" yelled Dani!

"Dani! So good to see ya, yes?" he walked over to shake her hand. He showed her to her favourite booth and said he'd be right back, not before sending me a shady side glance.

My boss knows Dani and I had no heads up?
"Gunther, what the hell?" I mumbled under my breath. I turned around to find Dani watching me.

"Hey," I said, making my way to the booth.

"Hey," she replied, patting the seat next to her, "best seat in the house."

I smiled and slid in next to her.

"It just goes from dark to glowing," she said, waiting in anticipation. Gunther returned and brought out French fries and chocolate milk.

"Don't judge me," she laughed, as she put two straws in the drink.

"It soothes my throat after a show, even though I know it's not good for singing," she pushed it towards me.

I took a sip. She smiled at me with wide eyes.

"Amazing, right? They have the best chocolate milk!"

"It tastes like normal chocolate milk," I laughed.

"No, see you just don't taste bad chocolate milk because you have the unbelievable opportunity to drink this richness everyday!" Dani said, pointing at the glass and shrugging, "I'm jealous."

"I'll be sure to mail you some to the tour bus," I joked.

"I'm going to hold you to that!"

We laughed and picked at the food until Dani sat up and touched my arm.

"It's happening," she whispered. I looked at her hand on my arm. Her touch was different than anyone else's. She started humming the Beatles song, Here Comes the Sun.

Dani was right, I had never noticed it before but the diner lit up like a candle as the sun came in over the building. The new day was here. It was a little bitter sweet since I knew she would need to sleep sooner or later.

Seconds later, she stood up from the booth and motioned for us to head out. She had got that song stuck in my head and I found myself humming it.

We skipped the ride back to the tour bus and enjoyed the walk together. The streets were still fairly empty. Dani talked a little about her tour, saying she had another show in New Jersey tonight and then farther away for the weekend. When she spoke of her music, her whole self went into it and she was glowing with pride, yet she was still so humble. It was refreshing.

"What?" she asked, catching me smung to myself.

"Nothing. It's just different being around you," I said.

"Good different?" she stopped and asked.

"Very good different. I had a really amazing time tonight," I said, honestly.

"Me too. Thanks for coming," her smile was infectious.
"Well, this is where I get off," she said, looking at her huge bus.

"So, I guess this is goodbye?" I asked.

She moved closer, "for now."

She placed a quick kiss on my lips before pulling away and heading into her trailer.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face even if I tried. I turned to walk to the bus and the driver pulled up beside me.

"Miss Lovato would like me to see that you get home okay," he said, sounding professional but grinning at the same time.

I looked back at the bus and noticed the blinds were now down. I smiled and got in. The ride home made my night seem like a dream. I would wake up between dreams of being at the diner working and with Dani. When we pulled up in front of our loft, I went to get out but was called back by the driver.

"Ah miss?" he said, holding a pink pen. I was confused and walked around to his window. "Miss Lovato wanted me to give you this."

Although he said he was going to give me something, he made no effort to hand anything over. Instead, he held out his hand and took mine in his. This was getting very weird, very fast. Then he took the pen and wrote a number complete with a heart on my hand. I pulled my hand back and looked at it. It was different from the drivers number Dani had written the day before.

"Whose number is this?" I asked.

"I was only told to write ma'am and oh," he said, pulling my hand back. Using the same pink pen, he wrote a quick 'xox'. He smiled and tipped his hat and pulled away from the road.

I looked at my number again. Is this Dani's number? The smile that had disappeared during the creepy, cryptic driver conversation instantly reappeared and I realized I was still wearing the pop star's jacket that smelt amazing.