Chapter 2.

I walked the carpet in a black-lace-over-blue-satin-and-tule rocker dress on the carpet. I made sure to get myself there way before JONAS was set to arrive. When I got backstage, I went straight to my dressing room and waited for hell.

I couldn't help but be incredibly tense about tonight. My identity could be revealed to JONAS or Stella by them just meeting me in person. Stella could try to hurt me, accidentally rip my wig off, and realize it's me. I could slip and fall in front of Nick as he's walking to the soda machine. I could bump straight into Joe walking down the hall, only to have him recognize my voice when I apologize. I could get nervous, and accidentally blurt it out when Kevin meets Luna for the first time.

A true plethora of things that could possibly take place tonight, and every one was stretching my head.

"Miss Wynters," Someone said through the door. I looked up, my eyes widening in anxiety as I walked over to it. Standing there was a brunet man with a headset on and a clipboard in his hands.

"Yes?" I asked uneasily.

"I just have to check you in." he said, smiling, checking my name off a list on the clipboard. "Good, now, as long as you keep your pass on, you're free to move around the building as long as your ready for your performance at Eight-fifty."

"Eight-fifty? But that's at the end of the show!"

"Yes, you'll be preforming right before JONAS."

"Right before?"

"Yes. And Rihanna is before you."

"Oh...uh...yeah. Okay." I said, my heart sinking.

"Alright. Thank you." He said, walking to the next door. I bit my lip and slammed the door shut, quickly running over to the couch and curling up in a ball. I felt like dying.

Not only could my identity be revealed to the boys and Stella. But the entire country. On national TV. My nervousness could cause some catastrophe that would end my career and my relationships with my friends.

I decided that I'd wait to get dressed. It was only six-forty-five, and the show started at seven. Meaning I had an hour and a half to kill. And the Lucas' weren't supposed to arrive until around seven-fifteen - late, ironically because of a fashion mishap that Stella told me about last night on the phone- and that gave me twenty minutes to go get dinner. I took off my heels and slipped into a pair of flip flops I brought for the downtime, then left my dressing room.

It was two left turns and one long hallway. Those were the directions I was given.

Those directions were so incredibly wrong.

I took one left, then another and found no long hallway, but a series of lefts and rights and doors and no window and a large amount of nothing.

I finally saw a door opening and smiled. For a half second. I soon saw the long blonde curls of my best friend stepping out of the door in a light pink pencil dress. You have no idea how thankful I was that she didn't wear anything similar to me. She turned and she saw me. Her expression was none the less a look of death. She wanted to hurt me, I knew it. But, I was starving now, and she was the first person I'd seen in a half an hour.

"Uh, excuse me..." I said, trying to be polite as possible. She raised her eyebrows at me. "I'm just wondering if you know where kraft services are? I got lost..." I said, shrugging.

"And what, you think I'm some lackey who has to do whatever you say?"

Ooh. Burn. Stella: 1 Macy: 0

"No. I know exactly who you are. I'm just wondering if you know..." I said. She really was trying to pick a fight with me.

"You know who I am?" She mused, her eyebrow raising in complete skepticism. I nodded.

"Yeah, you're Stella Malone. You're JONAS' stylist. Now, do you know where--"

Ah ha, work the fame angle. Stella: 1 Macy: 1

"I was just there. I'll show you." She said softly, cutting me off. I stared surprised.

Good girl, Stella. Play nice. Stella: 2 Macy: 1

She showed me to a room filled with various familiar faces and a extremely good smell.

"Here you go." She said, sighing.

"Thanks so much. Oh, uh, I'm really sorry about last week, The whole dress thing. To be honest, a friend showed me the dress and I fell in love with it. You understand that, right?" I explained, attempting peace with my unknowingly enemizing best friend.

"Yeah, I guess. It's fine. Don't worry."

"I really do love your style, though. I mean, The boys always look amazing."

"Well, thanks." She replied, smiling softly, surprised.

"No problem. Maybe sometime you can make me an outfit for tour or something. If you want, I mean, I'm sure you're busy, with the Lucas' and such."

"No, uh, sure. Have your people call my people, a.k.a. me." She said, giving me a card. I grinned at her joke. "I can fit it in."

"Great! I'll be sure to give you a call." I said, smiling. One step farther in the Stella/Macy battle.

Stella: 2 Macy: 2. Game point.

"Hey, so, out of curiosity, when are you performing?"

"Oh, uh, right before JONAS, actually."

"Oh, cool. We should watch the boys together."

"Oh, Stella, that....well. I wish I could, but I have to get to the studio early tomorrow. I'm leaving right after I finish. But, another time. I promise." Her look of death suddenly consumed her features and she looked like she was going to growl. Then she slid into a fake smile and nodded.

"Yeah. Sure. Of course. Another time."

Ouch. Stella: 3 Macy: 2.

Game over.

Next part will be meeting JONAS and the performance scenes. (probably)

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I've got very little to say here, so, I'll end this about now.