a picture of a girl who was lost in the world until she found that store, and to the reporters, it’s like a key to the world I’m living in now.
The old pictures that were snapped of Daniel and me are plastered up everywhere with titles like Who is this mystery man? Is Luna keeping secrets? Is the lead singer and guitarist of The Wonder Kings in a secret relationship? It drives me crazy. I signed up for this and I know it comes with a certain amount of exposure, but Daniel didn’t, and I wish they’d leave him alone.
He’s told me stories over the past couple weeks of being chased into buildings to avoid people taking his picture and asking questions about me. He’s even had to chase them out of his law office. It’s like people aren’t happy with the pieces of ourselves that we give. They always want more. I’ve apologized to Daniel many times, but he knows this isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do about it. It does leave me wondering if he’s starting to give us a second thought, like is Luna really worth losing my own privacy over? Hopefully, I’ll get the answer to that next week.
When our bus arrives at the theater, the parking lot is already packed full of cars. The bus has to drive through a screaming horde of fans dying to get an autograph, a picture, or just a look at us. At this point, they seem happy with anything.
I take a deep breath to prepare for the fans waiting outside the bus. I couldn’t be more thankful for the barricade keeping them back. When the bus stops, I get to my feet and move toward the exit. The doors open and our ears are blasted with loud screams. It’s deafening.
I take a step off the bus and my smile spreads wide. As crazy as all of this is, it’s also exciting. I wave as I make my way to the venue doors, stopping every few feet to sign something or take a picture. The amount of black and green hair in the crowd makes me laugh. I pull out my own phone and take a video to send to Daniel.
“Say hi to Daniel!” I tell the crowd of girls who all have the same hair color as me. They scream it loud and add on some waves, jumps, and squeals. I end the video and wave to them. “Thanks for coming! See you in there!” I hurry into the building and send him the video.
I’m shown to my dressing room and my phone chimes. I look down at the message to see Whoa! That’s a lot of green hair!
I laugh. Want me to send a few of them home for you?
Hahahaha, no way. I don’t want a clone. I want the real thing. Counting the days.
Me too. Miss you.
I drop my phone onto the table and lie down on the couch. Van sticks his head through the open door. “Sound check in an hour.”
I wave, not bothering to reply. I take a little nap before sound check, then after we’re done, I get ready for the show. I take a shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed.
After what feels like forever, it’s time for the show to start. We go out on stage and the crowd comes alive. There’s screaming and jumping—including people throwing things on stage like stuffed animals, flowers, and I think even some panties. I hope those are meant for the guys. We play our single first, and the crowd goes wild. They all know the lyrics to the song and they sing it like they wrote it themselves. It really makes my heart warm to see the impression our little band has left on these people. We play the song that will be our next single, and while they don’t know this one yet, that doesn’t stop them from rocking out. The third song’s a bit slower and it’s more for the couples. Something comes over me and I step up to the mic.
“This song goes out to a very special guy who’s at home waiting for me. Miss you, Daniel.” Somehow, I know he’ll see it.
We’re only back on the bus for a few minutes when I retire to my room to give him a call.
“Hi, beautiful,” he answers.
“Did you see it?” I ask, sure that it’s already been uploaded somewhere.
“I saw the whole thing. I streamed it.”
Thank God