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* Chapter Four *

So I guess I should have apologized or something, a text perhaps to Jack, but I was a little worried. And scared.

So I kind of spent my one glorious hour of freedom sitting on my bed, scrolling through my news feed and random music videos. The thought that Jack was known as an only child as Anna told me kept bugging my thoughts, annoying me to no end. Had I triggered any bad memories? Or was that his girlfriend?

What the hell, Elsa who has a girlfriend when they were six and still keeps that photo?

I shrug it off and before I know it, a not very productive first hour at my job had passed. I'm not too sure whether or not I should go down with the crew, seeing that I'm not playing that much of a role and may be a burden. And, I don't really think it's the right time to ask Jack about the whole 'I'll-make-you-famous-scheme'.

I decide to go along instead, following the signs and directions of some boards along the way. Anna would only be attending the concert as she probably won't be allowed to enter the dressing room.

I see the comings and goings of various crew members, some of them stopping to say hi. I look around for little jobs to do to keep busy, and for an hour or so, all I did was fetch something or wash something or just stand beside someone to give a comment or two. I only caught a glimpse of Jack getting his hair styled by Tooth.

At exactly seven o' clock, the stadium was filled with adoring fans with banners and posters, screaming Jack's name. I couldn't help but grin and shake my head at Anna who was doing the same, in the front row of the concert, waving her hands in the air like there was no tomorrow.

I giggled when I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder. I froze and turned around.

Jack was dressed in a plain graphic tee and ripped jeans, his hair styled to perfection. He looked at me sheepishly and ran a hand through his snow-white hair, ruining Toothiana's efforts. He locked eyes with me.

"Um...Hi."

I gave him a small smile. "Hi. Look, I'm so-"

"No, no. I'm so sorry about this afternoon, it's just...I've got some issues, yeah. Sorry." He grinned. "No hard feelings, right?"

"Right." I seriously need to get a control over those dang butterflies in my stomach he seems to bring along with him every time he's within a 12 meter radius of me.

An awkward silence hangs between us as I feel his eyes lingering upon me. I'm suddenly very interested in the designs on the hem of my blouse.

"I should go. Show's about to start."

"Yeah, you should, hahaha..." I bite my lip. "Break a leg out there." I offer him a smile and an awkward pat on the back.

"Thanks, Elsa." He playfully ruffles my hair and walks off, onto the stage, a blinding smile plastered on his picture perfect features, bringing the house down with all the screaming.

I was hesitating to go and check out his performance or stay back at the hotel room, but curiosity won over as I got up and searched for Anna in the crowd, squeezing in beside her.

He was jumping up and down on stage, playing the guitar, clearly hyped and driving the fangirls crazy. Song after song, only taking two very quick breaks in between the show where Tooth would be ready to prettify him all over again and rest for three seconds.

His live voice wasn't all that bad, I guess. It's just mainly his songs that in my opinion lack creativity and meaning, repetitive lyrics singing about love at first sight and break ups to his adoring fans, when god knows whether he's even experienced any of that in his teenage years. Whether he's ever been in love.

But still.

Jack Frost is Jack Frost and is already aesthetically pleasing enough to just stand there and do nothing, and trust me, he'll still have a billion fans.

Or two.

After the concert, he came backstage all flushed and exhausted, sweating as he plopped onto a plush sofa, catching his breath.

I left him to rest with some members of the tour crew and went to my hotel room, packing up some stuff before we had to leave again for another state. Anna was in the shower, and I was putting away our clothes in a large duffel bag and suitcase.

There was a knock on the door.

"May I come in?" I turned around as Jack pushed the door slightly ajar and walked in, changed and looking fresh all over again.

"Hey," He gave me a lopsided grin. "How was the show? Not as bad as you'd thought it'd be, am I right?"

I rolled my eyes and stifled a laugh. "It was worse than that."

He jutted out his lower lip in a pout, making it very hard for me not to stare. I quickly turned around to prevent myself from social awkwardness.

And stroking his ego.

"Hey, about your future singing career," I raised an eyebrow. "With my help, of course."

I rolled my eyes and continued packing our clothes. "Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that."

"So," He walked over and sat on my bed, our arms inches away from brushing. I tensed. "How would you wa-"

Anna stepped out of the bathroom in her pyjamas and wet hair, and being Anna, she did what Anna did best.

Wiggle her eyebrows excessively. I groaned.

We were already loading our stuff and hopping on the tour bus again, sleeping in tiny bunk beds with small curtains for privacy. I didn't get to talk to Jack earlier when he left to get on the tour bus.

I smoothed down my hair and smiled. This was the touring life. I could get used to this.

Rapunzel was a bunk above me, painting her nails a glow-in-the-dark yellow, chatting to Anna. Tooth was usually quiet, she didn't really talk much at all as far as I know.

Sometime after twelve, the whole tour crew was probably asleep, light snores clearly audible around the bus. I slipped out of bed, feet touching the stone cold floor.

I walked around aimlessly in the bus, still unable to believe I was actually part of a tour crew, traveling the country with a huge star and possibly jump starting my brand new, shiny career.

I somehow ended up passing by the kitchen, where a dark figure sat on a stool. I jumped at the sight.

The figure pulled its hoodie down. "Elsa?"

I looked closely to find Jack sitting down at the kitchen table, a glass of water in hand, swishing the liquid inside it slowly. He turned to look at me. His hair was a disheveled mess and he was dressed simply in a blue sweater and pants. There was a type of boyish charm in the way he looked, almost making him look innocent.

I shook my head to clear all the inappropriate thoughts going on inside my mind.

"Want to sit?"

I nodded and went over to sit beside him.

He looked away and continued swishing the water in his glass. "Why are you up so late?"

I laughed. "Couldn't sleep. I'm..pretty psyched about all this. It's awesome." He chuckled. "Thanks for the offer."

"Don't mention it."

"What about you? Why are you still up?"

The moment I said it I felt like taking it back instantly. He instantly was drained of emotion, looking down in a daze at his glass. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke up again.

"I'm thinking of someone. Can't sleep." He forced a laugh.

I stayed silent for a while before asking the next question, gently, cautiously. "Is that special person your sister?" I sneaked a glance at him. "If you don't feel like saying anything just don't. It's okay."

He smiled. "Yeah. It's her."

I smiled at him, hoping to provide some comfort for whatever he's been through. Who knew the golden boy stayed up late at night swishing plain water in a glass missing someone when just a few hours ago he was laughing and jumping around on stage for a ton of adoring fans?

"If you want to talk about it, I'll be here if that's any comfort to you." I grinned. I got up from my seat and stretched. I held back a yawn.

"You know what, I'm tired. You should get some sleep too, golden boy." He smiled, "Okay, Singer wannabe."

I let out a light laugh. "Just," I heaved a sigh, "I'll be here, alright?" I smiled and went back to my bed bunk.

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