Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 176 Change My Ways

*Trisha*

I watch the live after-concert interview on the monitor from inside the venue. E.T. reporter Allison Newton practically gushes over Nate, just like every other damn journalist who gets the chance to interview him. Gavin, the Safe Haven video cameraman, keeps a low profile but still manages to capture footage as Nate takes the spotlight during the last-minute interview.

Nate looks good. Freshly showered, dressed to impress, and glowing from an outstanding performance, he's in his element while the reporters swoon, trying to keep her cool while asking him questions.

"Your setlist had some surprises tonight...especially the acoustic versions of 'Falling Through Time' and 'Safe Haven.' What made you switch it up?"

 "I wanted to change my way a little, to strip it down, make it raw. Both songs mean a lot to me, especially Safe Haven, and I wanted the audience to feel every word. Judging by the way they sang it back, I think they did."

Nate did well tonight.  Slowed things down when needed to catch his breath and it went unnoticed by the crowd. Playing a few songs acoustically was smart on his part and worked to his advantage.

"And what's next for you? You have four more sold-out shows here at MSG. Any new music?"

"Oh, you know me," Nate laughs his contagious British laugh earning a flirty smile from the reporter. "I never stop. More shows, more music, and maybe even a few unexpected collaborations. Let's just say, if you thought tonight was big, you haven't seen anything yet."

"We'll hold you to that! Nate Hollan, thank you for your time, and congrats again on an unforgettable night." The blonde bombshell leans against him a little but Nate only smiles brightly and wraps it up.

"Thank you! And thank you to every single person who showed up tonight...you made this magic happen." He winks and is quickly escorted away by a team of bodyguards, including Evan. God the man looks good when he's on the job....all professional and shit.

Once Nate gets back inside, we all head to the rear lot to pile into the SUV and make our way to the hotel. Something's nagging at me like I missed doing something today. I look in front of me and make sure I have my computer bag. Then lift a little in my seat and make sure my phone is in my back pocket. What the hell did I forget?

"Are you missing something, Miss Banks?" Evan raises a brow at me, watching me rummage through my bag in search of...well. I'm not sure what I'm searching for, to be honest. 

"Yeah. I feel like I forgot something. But I didn't. Or forgot to do something...." I scratch the back of my head and look out the window.

"Do you want me to have the driver turn around?"

"No, no. It's fine. We'll be back there tomorrow either way." I sigh. God, what the fuck did I forget to do?

The car ride is a silent one, with all of us being pretty tired after a long day. Casey has fallen asleep on Jonah's shoulder, and Nate's eyes are closed with his head against the window. Evan is the only one fully alert when pulling into the hotel's private entrance. As usual, we remain in the SUV while Evan steps out to greet the staff handling our check-in and the security team assigned to ensure Nate's safety. Once we get the green light, we groggily climb out of the car. The air is colder than I thought it would be, and a chill makes me shiver. My sweater...maybe that's what I forgot back at the venue.

"Greetings, Mr. Hollan. You'll be staying in the top-floor penthouse suite." A twentysomething-year-old man who reminds me of James begins escorting us into the private entrance of the hotel. I feel a pit in my stomach thinking about James. His carefree attitude, and contagious laugh. How nothing ever seems to bother him. I push the sadness back and try to concentrate on what the staff is saying.