7 songs later and Austin is killing it on stage. The crowd is singing every song with him and Jimmy is over the moon. I don't think he expected Austin to be this much of a hit. He was wrong though, and he doesn't mind at all.

Dez, Trish and I are just hanging out backstage, watching the concert and sharing a few laughs. Trish is painting her toes and Dez and I are playing Go Fish.

"Guys," Jimmy says, coming over. "I don't want you to tell Austin about how much he made tonight, okay? We'll tell him after the concert, but at the after party I just planned for his first show."

I grin. "Okay, Jimmy. Where is it going to be?"

"At the hotel," he replies. "Tonight's our last night there, though, tomorrow we're on the road again."

"Cool."

"Will there be snacks?" Trish asks.

"Obviously," he laughs, walking away.

"It's a good thing I'm painting my toes now," Trish chuckles. Oh, Trish.

We continue to chat for the next little while. Even with costume changes, we don't get to see Austin because he goes through a different door to his room and is right back out.

About an hour later, he was on his last song.

"Thank you, Miami, you're awesome," he shouts to the crowd.

The crowd screams in response. "Encore, encore, encore," they chant.

Jimmy comes in to the room speaking in to a mic connected to Austin's ear piece. "Play Loud again," he instructs, walking past us.

I smile.

Just then, the drum and guitar compilation begins, drawing out the first few notes. I loved the beat. I definitely want it as my ring tone.

"I'm lookin' for the one tonight," Austin starts to sing. "But I can't see you. 'Cause I'm blinded by all the lights, oh." He takes his jacket off and throws it off stage, to where the camera zooms in on a teary eyed girl – she looked roughly 13 or 14 – catches it. All the surrounding girls scream.

There Austin stands in a simple, white tank top, singing. He occasionally flips his hair.

What amazes me the most, is that this would be Austin's second time performing it – ever – and already the crowd knows enough of it to sing with him. His fans are wonderful.

"Trish," I say, getting her attention. "Can I borrow your phone? Mine's charging and I want to go on Tweeter."

She laughs. "Okay," she agrees, handing me the phone.

I open the app and sign in to my account. I check my 'Connectivity' tab and see that I gained 421 followers! "Whoa..." I say, showing Trish. Her eyes bug out. "It must be because of Austin," I say, laughing. I start composing a twit.

Great show tonight, I write. Austin was incredible. Thanks to everyone who came and supported his first concert! I then tagged his account at the end of the twit. austinmmoon.

I smiled and put the phone down, taking my turn in Go Fish. I had 2 pairs. Dez had like 7. It amazes me how clueless he could be about some things but extremely intelligent about other things. Like card games. He puts his last pair down, indicating the end. "Good game," I pout.

He grins. "Yep!"

At long last, Austin finishes. He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of himself in front of the crowd. He waves goodnight and exits the stage. The crowd slowly starts to disperse. I turn the TV off as Austin comes in. "Great job," I yell, throwing myself in to his arms. He hugs me tightly.

"That was amazing," he exclaims. He pulls back a little and kisses me. I can't help smiling under his lips.

"Austin," Jimmy greets, joining the four of us. "Great job! You did awesome."

"Thanks so much, Jimmy," Austin says. "I can't believe this."

"No problem. Now we got to go upstairs for the meet and greet." He gives us a pointed look when Austin isn't looking to remind us not to say anything about how much he made or the after party.

"Okay," Austin grins, wrapping his arm around my waist. We all get our stuff and move towards the stairs, all chatting excitedly. When we get upstairs, Austin lets go to follow Jimmy towards the big group of people waiting to meet Austin. I see Jimmy hand him a couple black Sharpies to sign autographs with. I smile.

I rest my head on Dez's arm. I mean, I would rest it on his shoulder but I'm a lot shorter than him so, that won't work. Trish pulls out her phone. "Look at all your re-twits," she says, showing me.

"Whoa," is all I say. 52 re-twits and over 100 likes.

"Austin, Austin, Austin over here! Austin," is all you can here. People constantly trying to get Austin to notice him.

For the next 45 minutes, Austin is completely preoccupied with his fans. It's really sweet.

AUSTIN'S POV

It's been like 45 minutes of signing autographs and taking pictures and quickly answering questions. Some about Team Austin, some about Ally and I. It's funny. But I really took notice when someone didn't ask for a picture with me, but with Team Austin. All four of us. I ran over to them, super excited about the fact that people were giving the rest of the team credit. They all came over and we took a picture. The people were nice, 2 guys and a girl. They were all wearing sunglasses even though it was like almost 10 at night. Whatever.

After the crowd died down and I my fingers were cramped from signing, we all piled in to the bus and waited for Jimmy to come in the back before really talking.

He came in and pulled up a seat. "Wow," he starts. "Just... wow. I didn't know you had so much energy, Austin. It's great. I knew this tour would be a great idea."

"Thanks Jimmy," I reply, grinning.

"So tonight, we have to clear the basement where we practised. Then tomorrow we're on the road again."

"Okay," I say. "Where to next?"

"New Orleans."

ALLY'S POV

"New Orleans?" I ask incredulously. "That's a 12 hour drive."

"Yep."

"Wow."

"Yeah, but we will take breaks, obviously," he assures us. We all laugh.

About 20 minutes later, we're back at the hotel, washing up. Jimmy made up an excuse for Austin to not be in the room while the three of us got ready because Austin just thinks we're cleaning up and going to bed.

I put on a light blue dress and some white flats with a dozen bracelets to match, each a darker or lighter shade or tint of the blue I'm wearing, with some black and white thrown in. I crimp my hair to give it an extra wave. Trish – of course – puts on a leopard party dress with a matching clutch purse. Dez surprised us all. He puts on a tux. He looked great! He combed his hair and put on a nice watch. He looked like a million bucks!

"Wow, Dez," Trish says.

"Yeah, wow," I agree.

"Thanks," he grins.

We make our way downstairs to the after party. Soon after, Jimmy comes in and quietly announces that Austin's on his way, so we shut the light off and duck behind instruments and under tables and behind boxes, waiting.

AUSTIN'S POV

I approach the door as I get downstairs but I don't hear anyone in it. I start to open the door and the room is black. Isn't this where Jimmy said he'd be?

I turn the light on and suddenly a hundred people jump out and yell, "surprise!"

I jump back, startled, before laughing. Oh my. The room is decorated and everyone is nicely dressed. I walk in and see Ally and Trish and... Dez?! I run over to them. "You guys look great," I exclaim. "And Dez! You look awesome!" Dez only grins. "What is all this?"

"This," Jimmy says, appearing on stage. "Is your surprise after party to celebrate your first show," he explains. "And we have another surprise for you. Do you want to know how much you made tonight?"

"Made?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, how much you earned."

"Oh! I forgot I even made money," I admit sheepishly.

"Well you make money for every show."

"How much?" I ask, suddenly exicted.

"$52,000."