The concert was being set up, the bands were backstage getting ready. Johnny sat on an old beat up couch backstage. He kept glancing up at the girls dressing room, watching to see when all the girls would leave the dressing room, giving him time to talk to Judy alone. Earlier he tried to text Judy, to tell her that he loved her, but that sounded lame. To express one's love thru a text message. He decided to tell her in person. With every waking minute he started feeling more and more nauseous. He watched Pandora walk out, followed by Casey, and soon Judy came out. Damn! He would have to wait. Judy came to sit by him, to practice guitar and talk. He was about to tell Judy how he felt, but here were too many witnesses. And he knew Judy's attitudes towards roadies abilities to keep secrets.
The time between warm ups, and sound checks seemed to drag on forever. Eventually, Head Plate was on and off the stage. Fortunately, the entire time between sets, the girls were in their dressing room. Casey went out, then Midori, then…Pandora. Judy was alone. Johnny knocked on the door and entered.
"Hey, Johnny." Judy seemed bright and cheerful, she had just done her makeup and she looked beautiful. Johnny gave her a forlorn look. "Do you want to talk?" Judy seemed worried.
Johnny entered and shut the door, he'd been practicing what he was going to say all day. He was ready.
"Judy, I just wanted to tell you…what an awesome tour it has been. I mean, I've done so many things in this tour that I thought I'd never do," so far so good… "I've gotten sober, started playing better, record sales have gone up…" He walked up next to Judy and wrapped his arms around her. "And I believe that I've fallen in love with an American." Judy looked up into his eyes. "Judy, I love you. You've done so much for me, you've saved my life, you've given me a purpose in life. I love you. And if you don't love me, I could wait forever, as long as one day you would love me…and…and…" Judy looked up into his eyes. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him.
"I think I already have." She wrapped her arms in an embrace and dug her head into his shoulder. Judy smiled and looked up into his eyes, "You must love me, most guys I've known would of already tried to get me into bed by now."
Johnny laughed, "You truly are one in a million."
Judy got on stage and played with great energy. They even preformed an encore. After that solo, Judy threw her guitar in her case, put the case on her back, and ran out of the concert hall. She couldn't find Johnny anywhere. Her heart started racing when she thought of when she kissed him. How she longed to bury her face in his cigarette smoke scented tee shirt. She ran toward her bus and threw her guitar in the back room, it was originally a master bed room but they ripped that out and made a sound proof practice room for on the go. She left the bus in a hurry, on her way out she looked at herself in the side mirror. She was blushing. She heard the familiar click of a lighter and sure enough, Johnny was standing behind her.
"Sorry luv, but I really need a smoke."
Judy turned and hugged him, "I don't mind." She buried her face into his leather jacket.
Johnny tapped his cigarette and kissed the top of her head, "And to think that I spent so many years in England, away from you."
