This Is The Primetime (Sequel To "Try Not To Fall For The Blue Haired Douche")

Chapter 17

"So, this is kinda involving you and your fiance Lights." the interviewer, I figured out her name was Kat, said. 

I chuckling quietly. Even in interviews with JOSH they still called me Lights. "Okay." Josh said. 

"You have a tattoo on your upper arm, and on your lower arm. Lights has, from what I know, around 16 tattoos. Which one is your favorite of your own tattoos, and of Lights?" she asked. 

I have 16 tattoos? Wow. I thought I had more.

"Umm... Out of mine, I like this one," he said, pointing to the one on his upper right arm. "Because it was my first tattoo, and it was one year after I gave up heroin, so it's special, because it's like, I made it so one year. 365 full days."

"And Lights?" she said. 

Josh glanced back at me. "Personally, I like her newest one. It's on her hip, but it goes up a little bit, and it's a book character she has a crush on, and he morphed the face and added blue to the hair, so it looks like me." he said. 

I smiled. "So is Lights here right now?" she asked. 

Josh nodded, leaning on his hand, and motioned to behind the curtains. "How 'bout we make this a double interview then?" she asked. 

I shook my head, trying to get Josh's attention. I felt like crap, and I probably didn't look much better either. Josh smirked and came back to get me. 

I tried to move away, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me out to the stage. The audience cheered. I glared at him, and he smirked and kissed my cheek. 

There wasn't another chair, so I basically had to sit on Josh's lap. He kept his arms around me the whole time, mostly to make sure I wouldn't bolt backstage. 

"Hi..." I said, trying to be nice.

"Hi!" she chirped. 

I stayed for the rest of the interview about me and Josh, then once the questions were directed back towards him, I went back behind the curtains and curled up in my huge beanbag chair.

I got bored, and I took the sharpie I always carried around with me, and grabbed a napkin. Hey, I didn't have paper, don't blame me. 

I got a tune in my head, and started writing down lyrics. I put my head phones in and went a bit farther back behind the stage. 

"Sometimes... it's not the answer... Blue eyes, tiny dancer..." I sang quietly.

Eventually I had three napkins, and I was about to get another when Josh came backstage. He grinned and peered over my shoulder.

"What's that?" he asked. I laughed. 

"I got a tune in my head so I started writing down lyrics." I said. He smiled.

"Awesome. Acoustic or synth?" he asked. I loved how he knew I always either sang with an acoustic guitar or a synth.

"Accoustic I think. I'll perform it at the concert I have tomorrow." I said. He smiled, then his expression changed.

"Wait, isn't your mom coming to the concert tomorrow?" he asked. I froze.

"When the fuck did she say that?" I asked, panicked.

"When she took you out shopping. You zoned out and kept saying yes, and she asked if she was aloud to come to the concert." he said. 

"SHIT!" I groaned. 

"Tomorrow is going to be a fun night isn't it?" Josh asked sarcastically. 

"Oh yeah." I said. He smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.