A day after Nathan's birthday, exactly two days before the grand concert, we started with the rehearsals for the fund-raising event. I was named stage manager -something I haven't done in my life before- and basically had to do everything. But, my happiness had ended.
Dionne was back in the States, and now, she wanted to spend every hour she could with Nathan since "she lost his birthday and wanted to make it up for it". I couldn't have been more pleased about those two days were she wasn't here: I hanged out with the boys, and Nathan seemed normal again. Everyone seemed to notice. He wasn't angry, or embittered about anything. Instead, he couldn't stop smiling and he even laughed and made jokes. Yesterday, when I took the boys to a restaurant so we could had dinner, Nathan sat next to me. His hand touched mine under the table for a moment, burning my skin when we entered in contact. I even felt how he wanted to take my hand and hold it and interlock fingers with his -at least that's what I wanted to do. But I didn't grab his hand -I withdrew mine. I felt as if his skin was sending electrical pulses through my blood, and it burned.
As I walked to Harvard Stadium, which wasn't really far away from the dorm, I decided to call Nano, to see if they were already on their way. We spoke for a few moments before he told me that they indeed were heading to the stadium, but that they would be there already if it wasn't because of Dionne, since she took an hour or two to get ready. I hanged up the phone call and thought that maybe she even did it on purpose -taking a lot of time to go out. She obviously didn't want Nathan to be around me, not even the boys. As if she owned them, I thought.
Lots of people from my faculty, the one we were fighting for, asked me if they could join me in the rehearsals with the band. I would've said yes, but I really don't know how all of this security works for them. Maybe they are cool with some people there, but I wanted to stick with professionalism in case Nano told me something about it. Besides, it'd be embarrassing to tell them to leave after I told them they could come.
Anyway, this is how we got Harvard Stadium: turns out that Patrick's parents are really close to the Board of Directors and Deans of the University, so he told his parents to talk to them -who, by the way, know almost everyone that is important, guess that's why Patrick's family has a lot of money- and the Directors said they would consider it. I guess they had to say that instead of a straight-up "yes", since we were basically plotting against them. Well, the Directors talked to the managers or whoever took care of the Stadium and they said yes, that we could use it for the concert, and what's even better, they told us we could for free: they argued that all the advertisement that we were making and the fact that The Wanted were playing in there was enough for them. Robert McDonough -who's basically like the one who owns the Stadium or something- said that we only had one condition: he was going to send someone who would make sure we weren't breaking any of the rules.
Well, the Stadium was our best option, and I couldn't be happier about it: it had a capacity for over 30,000 people. And all we needed was an assistance of 10,000 people to get our goal. I wasn't really that sure, because I hadn't spoken to the treasurer team, but I think we were doing great with the ticket sales, and, maybe, by the day of the concert more people will buy tickets. And thinking about it, we were actually in an excellent location: cosidering the fact that famous bands don't really perform in the New England area, they just only did shows on Connecticut and here, in Massachussetts. But what about the people from Maine, Vermont, Rhode Island and New Hampshire? They always had to travel 4 to 5 hours. From my point of view, Boston was more convenient than Connecticut.
I wanted to enter through the main entrance, but as I got within the sight of it, I noticed that there was a group of at least 15 girls talking with excited faces. I figured out they were fans. As much as I wanted to talk to them and everything, because I do really like The Wanted's fans, just that some of them can get really intense, I decided to go on through the east entrance. I plugged in my earbuds and listened to Drive By by Train, so I could look as a normal student. I couldn't help but to feel happy for the girls: they were indeed going to meet their favorite band today. But I also couldn't help but to wonder: how did they know we are going to have a rehearsal today? Maybe one of the boys tweeted it, was my first thought, they always do things like that. Or maybe these girls are just A+ stalkers. I laughed.
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