Hey...So long time no post?
Shane took my hand and lead me around the building to where his car was still parked. He opened the passenger door for me and gently placed a protective hand on the small of my back before walking around to the driver's side. Surprisingly there weren't any paparazzi or any fans outside waiting for us. Although out of the norm, I was very thankful for the little privacy Shane and I had especially after me coming clean about one of the biggest secrets I have. I just admitted it to someone else when I can barely admit these secrets to myself on some days.
The drive from the studio to Shane's place according to Shane is only 30 minutes or so, but with the heavy traffic in L.A. and the little scenary, the drive felt much longer. Shane didn't really talk and neither did I, instead of having a nice and calming silence, the silence was more awkward. I knew Shane wanted to ask me more and more questions, especially questions regarding my rape. I mean who wouldn't, but whatever was keeping Shane silent on asking these questions, I was grateful for and grateful he respected my privacy.
The '30 minute' drive soon turned into an hour before Shane took an exit from the highway. "So thirty minutes?" I jokingly mock, looking over at Shane.
"Okay listen, not my fault traffic around here can be so brutal," Shane remarks back, laughing.
After a few more cuts and turns and several gates, Shane starts a drive up a long brick drive way, with trees lining the drive way on both sides. Several trees surrounding the drive way along with a variety of different colored flowers. I could partly see a house on top of a hill, Shane drives up a bit further before opening the garage to drive into. My mouth drops when I see the true vastness of his house.
"Shane, you live here?" I could hardly contain the excitement in my voice.
"Well, technically, Jason and Nate also live here with me. But yeah, I do live here occasionally,"
Shane hoped out of the car and quickly went to open the door with me, offering me a hand out of his car. I thanked him for being a gentleman, because, he truly was one no matter what the media said.
Shane opened the door from the garage leading to the inside.
"Come on Mitch, I'll give you a personal tour," Shane said with a wink, and took my suitcase and headed upstairs. I quickly followed, feeling the butterflies start to form in my stomach. I could feel myself start to blush, something I haven't done much of lately. The house was beautiful to say the least. Dark hardwood floors throughout the house, tan travertine tile in bathrooms and in some bedrooms were carpet. The interior design was breathtaking, almost something that would have been seen in a magazine. The game room was styled just the way a group of men living together would have it: a pool table, a rather large tv, a large leather couch as well as a small kitchen.
The house was beautiful. Truly one you would see out of a designer magazine. The exterior had a tan stone structure while inside dark hardwood floors covered most of the house with occasional travertine floors. No space in the house was wasted, there were 10 total bedrooms in the house along with two private studies, a gym, a recording studio, a game room, an indoor and outdoor pool along with a guest house right outside. It seemed crazy to me how such young guys were able to afford this multimillion dollar mansion. Never in a million years would I have thought I would step foot in a house like this never the less date the guy who owns it.
And lastly, the last room he had to show me was his bedroom. I thought it was going to be a messy room where the floor could not be seen, but instead, I was actually wrong. The dark hardwood was throughout his bedroom. It was a navy blue color, a gray comforter. He had different guitars along his wall with beanbags a few feet away from an at least 50 inch television. His room had a connecting bathroom, which also to my surprise, was kept rather neat and had a matching paint color of his bedroom. He had a walk in closet right off the bathroom. A majority of his clothes, no surprise, were the v-neck t-shirts but in a few other sections were clothes for all different occasions. I still had trouble taking all of this in, that I was standing in Shane Gray's room. I knew that I would start spending more and more time here as our relationship progressed.
"Shane, this house is amazing," I tell him, and it was true. I would have thought this house belonged to someone else and not Connect 3.
"It's alright," Shane says half jokingly turning towards me to play with a loose strain of my hair, causing me to blush a bit. I could tell Shane noticed my blushing but chose not to say anything about it.
The hours leading up to their concert were mainly spent laying in his bed and watching tv.
When Shane mentioned it was time to leave for the stadium, my heart started to flutter, we haven't really had any public appearances together since we publicly confirmed our relationship and I couldn't even begin to say how nervous I felt.
Luckily the drive to the stadium wasn't long at all and with the back entrance made especially for the performers, we were able to sneak in almost unnoticed. As soon as Shane entered backstage, a few of the hair and makeup team rushed to his side to begin the process before sound check. Jason and Nate were both in their own separate rooms all connected to one main room, which was where I was sitting. I felt a little odd being in Connect 3's dressing room, especially because I still had to get ready myself. I bought a special dress for this concert, it was a white dress, scalloped at the neck as well as at the bottom. I knew I was going to slightly curl my hair and put on makeup as soon as Shane was done getting ready.
I sat there awkwardly for a few more minutes before a kind middle aged lady peaked her head outside of Shane's room and ushered me back there.
"Don't worry Love, we'll take care of your hair and makeup," The lady states. I let out a sigh of relief because I knew that some professional would easily make me look better. I was already self conscious of how I looked, Shane could literally have any girl in the world but he chose one who looked like me.
"I told you she was beautiful," Shane stated as he was getting his finishing touches on his hair, I couldn't help but to blush and look down at the ground. Shane kissed my cheek as he left the room to meet up with all the other guys for sound check.
The makeup artist had me sit in the same chair as Shane had been previously sitting in, we didn't talk much, aside from discussing how I wanted my hair and makeup but I allowed her to judge how I should look.
I refused to look in the mirror the entire time, I didn't want my mind to play games with me on how I looked. In total, my preparation took about an hour. I didn't look beautiful, but I was at least satisfied. I hopped out of the chair and thanked my stylist before exiting the room into the main part of their dressing room. The boys were hanging out on the couch, they had just finished sound check and did not have much longer before going on the stage.
Shane didn't realize I was out of hair and makeup but as soon as he did, his gaze looked me over top to bottom and then bottom to top. "Wow," was all he managed to spit out. And of course, I couldn't help but to blush. He walks up to me before he quickly brushes his lips against mine.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Nate asks motioning to the insane amount of food laid out on the table in the corner of the room.
I listen to my stomach rumble a bit, contemplating with myself if I should or shouldn't eat. I haven't really eaten anything at all today. "No thank you, I'm good," I say and add a smile to it. I could tell Shane was about to say something before the stage manager opened the door for the boys to head to the stage.
Shane reached for my hand and held it in a light grasp, "We have a special place for you to watch the show tonight," he says with a wink. And he was right, I was sitting to the right side of the stage, with a perfect view of Connect 3. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be watching Connect 3 on stage.
The crowd was going wild even before Connect 3 was on, the normal concert intro began, causing the crowd to start screaming to an even higher pitch. Jason, Nate, and Shane all rise together. The trio opened with their new song that they performed at Camp Rock, Play My Music and kept playing through. It was a good hour and a half before the three exited the stage in preparation for their encore. Shane ran up to me first, even though he was all sweaty, he still looked just as handsome as he did before the concert. "So don't freak out," Shane started, "But I want you to perform 'This is Me' for the encore," My face must have gone ghost white judging from his reaction, "I promise that the crowd will love you,"
"I'll do it," I reply nervously, I could feel my hands starting to become all sweaty but I knew I couldn't let Shane down, and plus this had been my dream to perform in concert for as long as I could remember.
Shane kissed me lightly before jogging back out onto stage. "Okay guys, we actually have a special guest to sing our final song tonight. I met her at Camp Rock, and her voice is truly one of a kind. Please welcome, my girlfriend, Mitchie Torres!" The audience went wild for my name, Shane had the crowd wrapped around his finger so much he probably could say that Connect 3 was splitting up and still have the same reaction.
I was handed a microphone and allowed my legs to carry myself onto the center of the stage. The felt like jello, I was nearly almost sure that I was about to fall. The arena definitely looked much bigger looking at them from the stage.
"Hey guys, so this is a song I wrote a while ago, but definitely one of my favorites I've written," crap, I thought to myself, now everyone here knows I write songs. As if almost on que, the music started.
The rush through my body carried me, I even risked a few notes choosing to go a high note rather than playing it safe. Shane also joined in the song the same way he did at Camp Rock, the crowd even started to sing along a little. As the song ended, our hands intertwined and we looked into each other's eyes so deeply. His eyes telling all, the part of the stage we were on lowered.
"You were incredible Mitchie," Shane says as he pulls me into a hug, I relaxed myself in his embrace, allowing me to take in the moment. I Michelle Devonne Torres, just performed with Connect 3 and I could not be happier.
Jason and Nate rush to my side as well, they both give me high fives and pulled me into a quick embrace.
"How was it?" Nate asked, clearly just as excited for me as I was for myself.
"Literally everything I could imagine and more," I reply truthfully, widening my smile. I truly haven't stopped smiling since Shane and I were lowered from stage.
We were brought back to the dressing room where I changed into running shorts and just a plain t-shirt while Shane, Nate, and Jason all changed real quick too. We didn't spend long in the dressing room before we were leaving to go back to their house. I was prepared for the paparazzi to be near the exit, but luckily, the arena had an underground exit so the performers of the night were able to get out hassle free.
The drive back to the boy's mini mansion was short once again, Nate and Jason immediately dispersed to their area while I followed Shane to his room. I took a shower first while Shane showered second. I was already in his bed when he came out of the bathroom shirtless. I saw the outlines of his abs and how defined they are, the muscles all over his body are perfectly defined. Shane must have caught me starring at him because he made a comment, "Like what you see?" He asks in a sarcastic tone.
"Not really, I was thinking my other boyfriend has a better figure than you do," I snarked back causing him to laugh.
Shane walked over closer to the bed and kissed me, "I'll be sleeping on the couch, treat this place as you would your own home," How sweet was Shane Gray?
"No, you can sleep here with me," I say in a quiet tone, I see a slight smile tug at his lips before not hesitating to get in bed with me. We both adjust in bed before we find a comfortable spot. He wraps one arm around me and I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily, lulling me to sleep. I swear, if I died right now, I would die the happiest woman.
Super short, but wanted to post something.