Eek! You will see why I said that when you read this chapter! Anyways, I have very exciting non Fanfiction related news. I cut my hair for locks of love. TEN WHOLE INCHES! My hair is so short now! My hair looks longer when it was wet, but since its curly it bounced up when it got dry so now it only goes a little bit past my shoulder!
Special thanks to xoxoBubblicious, xtremejbfan, and jbloverforever (even though you just said 'its blank?' and I think I fixed that. :-D)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers.
Claimer: I own the fictional characters and this plot!
Brittney's POV
As we walked up to the building where they were going to perform I noticed that there were already a bunch of girls gathered outside. We went around the building and enter through the back. Inside people were running around getting things set up. I caught a glimpse of Nora speaking into her headphones and took a step closer to Nick.
The three boys walked over to a guy in a dark grey suit. I didn't think I was part of the conversation, so I staid where I was and look around. The boys talked quietly to the man, who waves hi arms around as he spoke, and by the looks on their faces it looked like they were talking about something pretty serious. Nick grinned at something the guy said, and I wondered what they were talking about. Just then Kevin looked over and saw me starring. He smiled warmly at me and help up one finger indicating that they would be done in a minute. I smiled back and nodded to let him know that I understood.
Finally they were done talking and Nick walked over to me. "We are going to go start practicing. You can come onto the stage and watch us." I nodded and Nick took my hand. He led me through the curtains and to the front of the stage. When he let go of my hand I stopped and gasped. Up on stage, the empty room looked gigantic. I felt so small and insignificant compared to it.
"Brit?" Joe asked. I started; breaking the trance I was just in.
"Yeah?" I looked over to see that three of them staring at me strangely. "I've never been on a stage before, and this room is so huge that I felt a little nervous." I confessed blushing. The three of them broke out into grins.
"You get used to it after awhile." Kevin said grabbing one of the guitars off its stand. Nick and Joe both nodded their heads in agreement.
"I hope so." I replied watching as they all walked up to their own microphones. Joe glanced over at me while he gently shook his tambourine.
"Any requests?" He asked. I tapped my index finger on my chin and thought. I liked all of their songs, but which one would I want to hear them play just for me? In a second the song came to mind and I felt a smile spread onto my face.
"Can you guys play That's the way we roll, please?" The song described my friends and me perfectly. We were always laughing and acting crazy. We called that song our theme song.
I sat down on a stool that they had set out for me and silently listened to the opening chord of the song. As Joe started to sing I mouthed along.
"I woke up on my roof with my brothers
There's a whale in the pool with my mother
And my dad paints the house different colors
Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?
And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll
You've got moves, I've got shoes, let's go dancing
Pop and lock, battle dance (battle dance) against Hanson
If we lose, all the girls, they'll be laughing
Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?
And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll
'Cause we're old enough to know
We're never letting go
'Cause that's just the way we roll
And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll
And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
'Cause that's just the way we roll
That's just the way we roll
Oh that's just the way we roll"
As they finished the song I started to clap. I stood up and walked over to them grinning. "You guys were great!"
"Thanks." They said in unison. I sat back on the stool while the guys practiced some more of their songs. At the end of each one I would stand up and clap. It was really cool hearing them perform without all the screaming fans.
Finally, they were done practicing. They put their instruments away panting. I followed them backstage. Their assistant came over with four bottles of water and handed one to each of us. The boys chugged theirs right away while I slowly sipped mine. Clapping and listening to songs didn't really make you thirsty.
I was starring at my water just thinking when I looked up and saw Nick standing right in front of me with his guitar. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me nervously. He stuck his hands in his pockets (which surprised me considering how tight they were) and shifted from one foot to the other. "I was wondering if you wanted to come into my dressing room and help me practice for the concert."
"Sure," I said slowly. How was I going to help him practice for the concert that was going to happen in a few hours?
"Cool. Come on!" He said motioning for me to follow him.
I stood up and walked with him over to his dressing room. Once inside he closed the door. The dressing room was actually pretty small. It just consisted of a table with a mirror and a chair in front of it, a few racks of clothing, a love seat, and a coffee table.
I walked over to the loveseat and sat down. I expected Nick to come sit next to me, but instead he stood their in the middle of the room holding his guitar. He played a few chords. "So how am I going to help you practice?" I asked watching him closely.
"Oh, well, I figured that I could sing part of a song to you, and you can sing a part of a song to me." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"But how will that help you practice?" I asked, if I was singing then he wasn't practicing. I thought I saw his cheeks darken a bit.
"Well, I like hearing you sing." I blushed at his comment.
"Oh, okay. How much of a song do we have to sing?" I asked standing up and walking over to him.
"We only have to sing the first verse and the chorus." He said and I let out a small sigh of relief. I wouldn't be able to sing a whole song in front of him. I would get to embarrassed. "I'll go first." He said. He started to play the opening chords to the song Please Be Mine.
"They come and go but they don't know
That you are my beautiful
I try to come closer with you
But they all say we won't make it through
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not disappoint you
I'll be right there for you 'til the end
The end of time
Please be mine"
As he held out the last note to "mine" and finished the chords I felt my breath catch in my throat. Was he trying to say something? I shook my head. Get a hold of yourself Brittney! That was probably just the first song that came to mine!
Nick gazed deep into my eyes and I felt myself blush and look away. A few minutes later I cleared my throat. "I guess it's my turn." I said quietly trying to think of a song to sing.
"I guess it is." Nick said, I couldn't help but catch the hint of disappointment in his voice.
I decided to sing one of my favorite songs. I know this sounds dorky but the song Kiss the girl is one of my favorite songs. I love to sing it. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and began to sing.
"There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Yes, you want her
Look at her you know you do
It's possible she wants you too
There's only one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
My, oh, my
Look at the boy too shy
He ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ain't that sad
Ain't it shame, too bad
You gonna miss the girl"
I finished singing and kept my eyes on the floor. My shoes had just become very interesting to me. Suddenly I heard Nick muttered. "I'm not about to miss her." I looked up at him confused, but before I could say anything his lips were on mine.
I was surprised that he kissed me, but was even more surprised to find that I was kissing him back. He had set his guitar down when I had started to sing, so he was able to wrap his arms around me. This was defiantly not a Jerry kiss. Soon my mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. I couldn't believe it. I was French-kissing Nick Jonas!
After what seemed like forever we pulled away so we could breathe. We starred at each other for a little while and then Nick spoke. "I-"
But that was as far as he got because just then Joe burst into the room. He bounced over to us and threw an arm around my shoulders and his other arm around Nick's shoulders. "Hey kiddos, what's up?" He asked happily. I didn't say anything because I was still starring at Nick. Nick glared up at Joe.
"Brit was just helping me practice for our concert." He replied in such a way that made Joe stop what he was doing. He dropped his arms from our shoulders and looked at us.
"Really?" He asked glancing between us. I nodded.
"Really. Why?" I asked trying to pretend that I had know idea what he was talking about. He glanced at Nick.
"N-no reason." He said looking at the ground. He believed me! I was better at lying then I thought. I should become an actor. After a second Joe looked back up at us. "Anyways, we are going into lock down in half an hour so Kevin has to take you back to the hotel, Brit." He replied. I tried to hide my disappointment; I wanted to hear what Nick was going to say.
"Okay," I said and followed him out of the dressing room. Nick stayed where he was. I was too scared to glance back so I forced myself to stare straight ahead.
"Hey," I heard a voice behind me and I turned around. Kevin was standing their smiling at me. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and started to jingle them. "Are you ready to go?" He asked. I smiled.
"Yep," I replied unconsciously pulling at the bottom of my shirt.
"Cool, let's go." He said and motioned for me to follow him. We walked out of the back and got into his car. I sat in the passenger seat next to him.
Since Kevin was the oldest Jonas boy I wasn't exactly close to him. Sure we talked, but it was more small talk; little conversations about random unimportant things. I knew that this car ride would be very awkward and silent. I turned my head and starred out my window at the passing scenery.
"So, are you excited for the concert tonight?" Kevin asked finally and I was happy because his words were tension breakers.
"Yeah, I always love to watch my sister make a fool out of herself because of you guys." I said with a laugh. Kevin just chuckled.
"A lot of girls are like that at our concerts. Sometimes it is really funny, other times it's annoying."
"I can understand that, some people just cross the line." I saw Kevin nod his head in agreement to my words.
Kevin drove into the hotel's parking lot and pulled up in front of the main doors. "Well, I'll see you later." He said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door.
"See you." I said sliding out of my seat and onto the ground. I shut the door and heard Kevin drive away as I walked up to the main doors. I walked into the lobby and was greeted by my sister.
"Where's Jerry?" Hi Jasmine! I love you too! I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes.
"He's not coming to the concert with us." I replied trying to avoid eye contact with her.
"What? Why?" I finally looked up to see my sisters eyebrows knit in confusion.
"He only had enough money to buy two tickets one for me and one for you. Anyways, he and his cousins had to do something up here for his mom." I said hoping to God that she would believe me. My sister stared straight into my eyes. I felt like she was looking in my soul and could tell that I was lying to her and I had been lying to her for a long time. I was starting to get nervous and started to shift from one foot to another. Finally Jasmine spoke.
"Oh, now I feel guilty. But I'm not about to miss a chance to be in the same room as the Jonas Brothers!" I let out a soft sigh of relief. "Anyways, I know we are already dressed for the concert, but we need to work on hair and make up now. We still have an hour before the concert starts."
"Okay, maybe we will look so hot we will catch one of their eyes." I said jokingly. Jazz squealed.
"That would be so cool if we did!"
Nick's POV
I watched as Brittney followed Joe out of my dressing room. Once I knew I was alone I ran a hand angrily through my curly hair and swore under my breath. I was just about to tell her how I feel and then Joe comes and ruins it! What if she just thinks it was just a random spur of the moment kiss? I felt like killing Joe at the minute.
A few minutes later Joe walked back into my dressing room alone. Kevin was probably taking Brittney to the hotel. I was still in the same spot in the dressing room from when Joe had left. He stared at my suspiciously.
"What was really going on before I came in here?" He asked me and I shrugged.
"I kissed her, and I was about to tell her that I liked her a lot and that I wanted to go out with her for real." I said keeping my eyes on the ground.
"Dude, did you chicken out?" He asked and I looked up and glared at him.
"No! I was about to tell her and then you came barging in! Just like the last time when I was about to tell her. Do you have some sixth sense about when I'm going to tell a girl that I like her?" To my annoyance Joe grinned.
"I guess I do." He said with a laugh and I scowled.
"Whatever. Just try not to do it again or I will beat the crap out of you!" I threatened. Joe's eyes widened and he grinned even wider.
"Whoa Nick, I never knew you to be the violent type. I guess girls can change a guy." He said and I was just about to snap at him when Kevin walked in. He looked from Joe's grinning face to my scowling one and stopped.
"Did I miss something?" He asked innocently running a hand through his slightly curly hair. Of course Joe was the one who decided to answer.
"Apparently I have a six sense about when Nick is going to tell Brittney that he likes her because I keep 'ruining' it." He said using air quotes when he said ruining. Kevin just looked at me.
"Sorry little bro. When he gets the sense I'll try to stall him. I'll even knock him out and lock him in a closet just so you can tell her." At his words I just had to crack a smile. Kevin was a tension breaker. He could always get me and Joe to stop fighting, which happened quite a lot. More than usual the fights were over something stupid. Like who drank all the milk and things like that.
"Okay you three it's time to get ready. The concert is in an hour." One of the makeup artists said as she walked in. She was very petite with pin straight layered black hair that was sleek and shiny. She ran a hand thoughtfully through it as she walked over to the racks of clothing that were lined up against one wall of my dressing room.
"Well, it looks like we got to go. See ya later." Kevin said before turning and walked out of my dressing room. Joe lingered for a bit.
"Nick, you know I really am sorry for walking in on you, right?" He asked shooting me a guilty look. I gave him a small smile. He was being sincere.
"Yeah, just try not to do it again."
"Will do, man, will do." He replied before striding out. I shook my head and turned back to the makeup artist.
She picked out black skinny jeans and a white muscle tee. "Sweetie, the girls will eat you up looking like this." She replied turning around and walking over to the table. She started to set up hair jell and make up while I changed into the clothes she had selected.
I walked over to the table and sat down on the chair. Immediately the girl took a glob of hair jell and began to scrunch up my curls. She ran her hands through my hair a few times. "Are you excited?" She asked. I thought about the conversation we had had with our manager.
"Oh yeah."