On with the story…

(So…the first part is pretty boring but it gets a bit more interesting later…)

June 13

Why haven't I written in almost five days? Because tour life isn't exciting, all we ever do is sleep, eat, sit through press junk, and watch concerts. Or, in Chris's case, perform concerts.

The concerts are probably the best part of this whole ordeal. It's an adrenaline rush watching from side stage. Right next to the stage it is really bright and hot, but a bit farther back it is practically pitch black and freezing.

The main side stage/backstage area is really simple actually. There is a sound panel right off stage that controls only the basic functions. Most of the fine tuning equipment is on the sound booth located on the main floor of the venue. Backstage there is a few clothing racks for the quick costume changes, usually a food buffet or two, and several coolers filled with water and other assorted beverages.

Dressing rooms and such are on the opposite side of the building…as far away from where the screaming fans are as possible.

Anyway, like I was saying, it's really hot and bright next to the stage but if I go back stage I have to put a sweatshirt on. The only happy mediums are back in the dressing rooms and wandering the hallways of the venue. I've taken to doing that a lot more because you can only watch the same concert so many times.

And watching people is actually really interesting. It's like mass hysteria at these concerts. Screaming, hyper-ness, and random occasions of fainting are just a few of the many common behaviors I have seen from the tween and teen girls. It's a bit scary. Sure, I mean, I knew people were crazy about Christopher Wilde but it seems so much worse when it is 16,000 people in one small space all screaming.

So, that's my mini-study in anthropology. At least when I go back to school I can say I did something intellectual this summer.

I am writing this is Chris's dressing room as he finishes up interviews for the day. He has a concert tonight and then we drive to Washington DC for a mid-tour break. Tomorrow is private, small group, and press conference interviews all day. Sara and I are planning to sneak out and sightsee for most of the day because if I have to sit through one more interview I'm going to snap.

After tomorrow though, very nearly every news outlet in the country will have some form of interview the world-wise superstar Christopher Wilde, and then there will be no more marathon interviews. Thank god.

The day after tomorrow, Thursday June 15th, is a completely free day. Sara, Stubby, Chris, and I are going to go around the city all day hopefully gathering supplies for our takedown of Evil Manager Erik. Yes, that will be fun.

Sara just walked in. Update later if anything interesting happens…

…

Recap of conversation:

Sara walks into Chris's dressing room and plops onto the couch next to me.

"Jess," Sara whines, "I'm bored."

"Yeah. So am I. And I have been for the last week and a half."

"I thought tour was supposed to be fun."

"I recall having this conversation previously."

"That's because we have it everyday, sometimes twice a day."

"Well, after tomorrow, with no more interviews, everything will be better right?" I really have no idea. I'm only hoping so.

"God I hope so."

There were a few moments of silence and we both sat there.

"Have you made the list of stuff we have to buy in DC?"

"Yep," she says deviously. "It will feel so good to get back at evil manager Erik."

"So long as we don't get kicked off the tour." Look at me, being the cautious one.

"I don't think Erik has that power."

"But it's still possible."

"Whatever." She sighed dramatically. "Is it the day after tomorrow yet?"

I laugh. "I can only wish."

Someone raps sharply on the door twice and then walks in.

Speak of the damned devil.

"Ladies," Erik nods at as tersely. Then he looks down at his blackberry. "Don't forget that tomorrow at 2.15 there is a press conference that you both need to be in attendance for. Until then stay as inconspicuous as possible. We don't want 90% of the world knowing that you just happen to be in DC on the days the Christopher Wilde happens to be there."

"So you're announcing tomorrow that we our officially part of the tour?" I ask.

"Yes," he says, without looking at me.

Neither Sara nor I said anything more. Sara was glaring at him with her arms crossed. Erik just stood in the middle of the room as if he owned the place typing away of his Blackberry.

"Stylists will be at your hotel rooms tomorrow morning at 11 to make you presentable."

"Uh-huh," I said, rather angrily. "Anything else?"

"Yeah," he glanced up at me. "You should put a password on your laptop." What does that mean? "I know about your little plans, and don't think for a second that it's going to work. I'm more powerful that you two. Don't try anything."

Before I had a chance to respond, Evil Erik turned on his heel and walked out the door, slamming the door behind him.

"I hate him," Sara managed to choke out angrily.

"Yeah, I know."

…

Sara and I used the sound check and concert to completely rewrite our "make the Evil One pay" plans. Then we encrypted them. And password protected them. And translated it into Russian. That was fun.

Chris and Stubby don't know about the rewrites yet though as they were busy the entire time. But hopefully we will get a chance to tell them tomorrow. They will appreciate the changed we made. They are our secret weapon.

What? you ask.

Yes, Erik only seems to think that it is Sara and I planning to make a personal attack on him. He has no idea that Chris and Stubby are in on it too.

Hence, secret weapon material.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun…

Yes! Second update in two days! Granted it's not the best writing because it's all plot setup…but fear not! It will get better, I promise. Really. Even though this chapter was as boring as the last because it was one of the ones that I started back in August and just finished now.

And because someone asked…yes, there will be romance between Chris and Jessica in either the next chapter of the one after it.

I love you all and feel awful for leaving you alone for six months, but THANK YOU so, so much for all the lovely reviews.

Sami

P.S. I am always open to your continuing comments, criticisms, and ideas. They make my day. :)