In this chapter and story I'll be changing the last name of Steven's mother in this story, I hope you all don't mind.

1 year later

It was dark and loud in an arena of both sexes standing up in the audience gyrating their bodies in a sexual manner, body's slick with sweat as mouths move to songs being sung by someone on the stage.

The arena smelt like smoke from the dry ice used for the smoke effect for the stage. It weighed heavily in the air but it gave a good rock effect up on the stage.

Strobe lights flashed on and off in all shades of color around the stage caused a shadow, silhouette of the back of the man performing on stage on the back drop on the stage.

THE SINGER on stage, the biggest thing since Doug Carter, Folk/pop singer, but with a rock flair was in black skinner jeans and black tank top with skull on it, and white high top sneakers. He had a dark blue electric guitar in his hand and guitar strap around his neck. He stopped singing and held the microphone stand in his hand and let the audience cheer for him then he waited until it quieted down.

"Thanks for coming out New York City! Thank you for being the first American city, on my brand new rockin' tour. You've been an awesome audience. Once again I'm Steven Hay good night," said Steven aka Ste to most of his family and friends in an excited slightly out of breath tone of voice before taking his final bow

IN FRONT ROCKING out to Steven Hay on stage was a handsome man with black hair, he was wearing faded black denim jeans and a long sleeve black hoodie, he was moving his body all around to the music and singing note for note. He looked very happy but sad at the same time.

Once Steven exited off the stage and the house lights came on the man moved with the departing crowd and he went towards the VIP section which was located in the back of the arena. He had a VIP pass in his hand but he wasn't sure if he wanted to use it but then he saw Steven Hay's manager and a thought popped into his head.

The man walked over to Steven's manager and slightly tapped her gently on her shoulder. He watched her turn around to face him and she looked a bit taken back by who had tapped her even though they had never met in person.

"Hello, Ms. Shore, I'm Brendan Brady, may I have a word with you in private please?" asked Brendana bit on the nervous side

"Yes, I know who you are, what do you want?" said Pauline Shore, a bit on the rude side. She was still surprised to see who it was that approached her.

"I know that you're Steven's manager and I know that you and Steven don't quite like me but I was hoping that Steven wouldn't mind singing back up for a song I'm working on," said Brendan softy.

Pauline and Brendan moved to a quieter spot backstage away from fans and photographers and once it was quiet and they were in private Pauline began to talk with Brendan again.

"As his manager I don't think he would be up for that, but I don't know if you know this but I'm also his mother and I think it would be great for him to do it"

"I'm sorry; I completely forgot that you're his mother as well. It's a pleasure to meet you. Just in case you get him to do it just because you're his mother here's my card" said Brendan taking out a card from his wallet and handed it to Pauline.

"Call me if he decides to do it or not, any time, it doesn't matter."

"Ok, thank you" said Pauline taking the card from Brendan's hand.

"It was nice meeting you again Ms. Shore"

"Thanks" said Pauline.

Brendan had his hand extended out for a handshake and Pauline shook it. Brendan nodded his head when he realized that the conversation with Pauline was over and walked away in the opposite directions of the VIP section of the arena and Pauline watched him walk away and she was shocked.

THE VIP SECTION wasn't big but it was packed to the max with two bodyguards by the front entrance and two more be the exit, video cameras and still picture Camera equipment were all over the place. There was a line of fans which extended past the entrance of the room.

Everyone who was in the room had a VIP pass around their necks. Some of the VIP passes said Crew and the others said Guest.

There were three photographers shooting pictures of Steven; who was sitting down by a table filled with merchandise of posters and CD's for him to sign for his fans. They were lots of flicking flashes of cameras beside the professional camera men's cameras.

WHEN PAULINE was done talking with Brendan, she was a bit scared to let her son know about the conversation she had just had with him, maybe she could wait for another time when he wasn't so busy and not so excited about the beginning of his 6 month tour. She was looking out for her son and knew what was best for his career speaking for as her mother and as his manager.

When she went into the VIP room to greet her son she was happy but yet confused she noticed her son looking at her and tried to put on a smile for her son's sake, but it was harder than she thought it would be, since she had to be the one to tell him about Brendan and she really didn't want to do that. She had a feeling that her son would be confused with the expression she was throwing out there to be seen.

WHEN IT was down to three fan's Steven noticed his mother in the room. Steven noticed the expression his mother had on her face; it was a mixture of pain, joy, and puzzlement. He was confused by that but pushed it to the side of his mind when he wrapped up the signing with his last fan of the night.

Steven, who was still at the signing station, saw his mother walking over to be by his side. He faced his mother and smiled and his mom smiled back. No words were exchanged just looks.

Steven looked at his mom's actions as his mom thanked the crew and the fans that were still around the perimeter and everyone clapped and thanked Steven for an awesome show.

"That's a wrap. Sorry to have to call it a night but we have to be somewhere in three hours so thank you all again for coming and supporting Ste. Good night" said Pauline to say to everyone it was time to leave.

The photographers slowly put their equipment away and once they were done putting everything away into black bags and metal containers they walked over to Steven and Pauline and shook their hands warmly.

"Thanks, for coming" said Pauline.

"We'll give you a call and let you know what will be printed," said a man with a strong Irish accent

"Looking forward to it," said Steven with a genuine smile.

AFTER THE meet and greet with the fans and press Steven went back to his hotel to freshen up. The first thing that Steven did when he walked into his room was run into the bathroom for quick shower since he was running out of time for his own party down at the Hard Rock Café in Time Square.

Steven took a cool shower since he was still over heated from the show he had just finished putting on. Steam was covering his naked form but like a ghost you could see him through the fog, he ran her fingers through his short hair and closed his eyes.

He suddenly got out of his relaxed state once he heard a knock at the front door. He rushed to shut off the water and got out the tub.

When he was done drying off with a full size towel he wrapped a terrycloth robe around his body and ran to the door as he got to nearer to the door there was another knock. Steven answered the door and who was on the other side of the door was his mother; Pauline Shore.

"Sorry was in the shower" said Steven

"We have to hurry" said Pauline in a rush

Pauline walked into her son's hotel room and closed the door. She took Steven's black suit out of the closet and red shirt, while her son was getting his underwear in the bathroom.

"Thanks" said Steven when his mom walked over to the bathroom door to hand him his clothing.

Before Steven got the rest of his clothing on he went over to the sink and put dark eyeliner on.

ONCE AT THE cafe, Steven carefully got out of the limo and cameras went off in his face, since it was darker out then it was earlier the flash of each camera was bothering his eyes so he shielded his eyes with his hands and his bodyguard pushed him inside the café away from his crazed fans that he signed autographs for.

AT THE CAFÉ tones of celebrities from all forms of media slowly made their way into the party, mostly sexy rock stars like Steven. A lot of fans were outside as well for their chance to get in but the party was for those who were VIP and for those who won tickets from different radio stations.

One person in particular named Brendan tried to get in but sadly enough was not on the guest list and he wasn't having any of it. He was fighting back with the bouncer, the café hired to handle guests, but still he wasn't allowed in.

Johnny was about to leave when he felt a tap on his left shoulder, he turned around to see who tapped him, it turned out to be Brendan's and Steven's good friend, Doug Carter, a pop and folk singer. Brendan smiled when he saw Doug.

"Why am I not surprised it's you?" asked Doug

"I'm a desperate man, Douglas"

"I see what would you think Ste would say if he knew that you were trying to crash his party?" asked Doug seriously

"He wouldn't like it, but I need to see him"

"Just lay low if he wants to see you or talk to you he will find you on his own terms not yours" said Doug tapping Brendan on the right shoulder.

"You're right buddy, you're so right"

Doug smiled at Brendan

"If you were the same all Brady from a few years ago you would punched out that bouncer by now"

"I'm not that crazy person anymore"

Doug nodded his head in agreement.

"Good seeing you, I'll be off, have fun" said Brendan has he tapped Doug's shoulder.

"See ya" said Doug before entering the café.

IN THE cafe, Steven was drinking none stop and dancing up a sweat, on the dance floor that the café prepared for, for just that night. He turned around and noticed Doug Carter at the entrance and made his way through the crowd. He made a pit stop at the bar for a beer and made the rest of the way to Doug.

"Hey, beer?" asked Steven as he handed him the beer.

"Yeah thanks," said Doug before taking a sip of beer.

"You look amazing" said Doug while the two friends made their way onto the dance floor.

"Thank you, as do you"

"Thank you, shall we dance?"

"Yes we shall," said Steven with a slight chuckle.

The two danced none stop all night without the mentioning of one Brendan Brady.

If there are any mistakes with names or anything else please review to let me know thank you.