Chapter Two

The parking lot was congested with bumper-to-bumper traffic. By the time they were parked and had walked to the entrance it was time for the opening band to take the stage. They had fifth row center seats, which put a serious dent in Evan's credit card, but she knew it'd be worth it. They showed their tickets at the door and were directed where to go. The lights were flashing all around them and the band was loud as they took their seats.

Evan was saying something and Carrie couldn't understand her for the noise.

"What did you say?" Carrie screamed.

"I have to go to the restroom!" Evan screamed back at her.

"What?"

Evan made the letters "t-t" in sign language, and Carrie got the picture. She waved her off and Evan made a beeline for the restrooms. She barely shut the door to the stall and got her jeans down before she felt sweet relief.

As she was walking down the corridor from the restrooms to the arena, she noticed an entourage of people heading for the backstage area. Stopping to take a closer look, she realized that it was Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora along with what appeared to be two body guards and Coliseum administration. Holy shit. I don't believe what I'm seeing. The group stopped to talk and look over some papers that one of them were holding, all the while trying to stay out of sight. Evan couldn't help but inch closer to where they were, trying to be inconspicuous. Jon looked up and caught her glance. Evan froze as if she were under some kind of magical spell that she couldn't escape. Shit. She felt like a stalker or something, until Jon gave her a little grin, then motioned for her to come over to where they were. SHIT. She looked behind her to make sure he wasn't motioning for someone else. No one was there but her. She composed herself as best she could under the circumstances and headed in their direction.

"Are you lost?" Jon smiled and extended his hand. He recognized the "star-struck" expression on her face from across the room and decided to have a little fun with it.

"Thanks for coming out tonight." Jon was breathtaking. He offered his hand and she took it, her knees weakening underneath her and her stomach turning somersaults.

"I wouldn't have missed it. I've been a fan for a long time." I cannot believe this is happening to me.

"And you are?"

"Evan. Evan Britt."

"Evan, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jon and this is Richie. We were just finishing up some last-minute details with these gentlemen before the show. Do you have good seats?"

"Actually, we're fifth row center."

"Excellent. I hope you enjoy your evening."

"I'm sure I will."

With that he gave a little wave good-bye and headed toward a door with the rest of the group. With everyone gone ahead of him, he looked back and gave her a wink and a smile before the door closed behind him.

What the hell just happened? Evan just stood there, oblivious to anyone or anything around her. She eventually found her way back into the arena and found her seat next to Carrie, who was enjoying the encore. She gave Evan a curious look as if to say "where have you been?". All Evan could do was sit there, her head spinning and her heart pounding from what had just happened.

The crowd stood and applauded as the musicians were making their exit. The headlining act would be out soon. As the lights came up, Evan proceeded to tell Carrie what had just taken place, barely believing her own words as they slipped off her tongue.