I ran and ran until I reached the tour bus. I climbed inside and paced back and forth,my hands gliding through my fluffy Red hair and sweat pouring down my face. My eyes wide with fear of rejection. I seen her in the crowd. Her eyes met with mine and she was all I could see. I felt that 'click' and the sparks that supposedly come when you see your mate. I took deep breaths until I heard some knocks on the bus door. "Who is it?" I asked with a shaky voice. "It's Julia. I'm a big fan." Said the most beautiful voice I had ever heard in my entire life. All 132 years of it.
Michael ran off stage. This was my chance. My chance to find him,ask him what happened,kiss him,fall in love,and get married. Too deep? Okay,I'm done. "Hey Alize. I-I'll be back. Gotta run to the punk rock room." I said looking around. Alize and I usually called the bathroom 'punk rock room',just incase you were confused. I jumped up from my seat and fast walked down the aisle and up the stairs and headed outside. He could've been only 2 places. Backstage,or tour bus. No way I was getting backstage so I took my chances with the tour bus. I walked to the back of the stadium to see a large bus parked. The Gus Bus. Woah. Even more amazing in person. I walked up to the door and took a deep breath and knocked three times. I heard a faint Australian accept, "who is it?" My breathing got shallow and I shook my head. "It's Julia. I'm a big fan." I said lightly. Oh god. I just ruined it with the fan part. Probably scared the poor guy off. Suddenly the door opened revealing a shocked looking Michael Clifford.