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I supported the guys agreeing to do it, but I'm really regretting coming with them. My stomach aches, and I just feel a little worn down and awful.
Jude has been glued to my side for the entire night. Seriously, I thought he was going to follow me into the bathroomstall.
There's a fair number of protesters out front who were quite vocal about their distaste of the pro-pack movement.
There are people in the lobby with booths set up to talk about pack family statistics, register people to vote, and set anyone willing up with a schedule and plans to volunteer in their area.
This is the first event the guys and I have personally attended. It seems well planned out.
There are various food vendors and local members of the community that are in established packs. Most of those are out by the outdoor area. Normally I watch the guys perform, but my heart isn't in it today. It was easy enough to let Jude convince me to stay in the convention center rather than fighting the crowds to get to the outdoor arena.
Honestly, I could have gone with the bands when they moved them over there, but I'd rather stay here. There are just too many people everywhere outside, and I'm miserable.
I can't seem to enjoy any of it. I'm in a foul mood and ready to be done so we can get home.
The guys are over on stage doing their set, and I'm ready to get the hell out of here ASAP. Once Issac and Dex finish, it's time to go.
Or at least it's time for me to go.
Oakley performs one song with the guys and, from what I can hear when she makes it back over here, it wasn't great.
They aren't quite the fit Jamen thought they'd be. I try not to be grateful for that, but I do blow out a breath of relief when I hear the Ruined Records representative tell her that she'll find the right band to match her style.
I don't quite hate her like I used to, but there's still something about her flirty personality that doesn't mesh with me. Or maybeI'm just a jealous hag because she's beautiful, and I'm big, and as pregnant as can be.
Once Oakley makes it back, I start expecting the guys any time. If each song is less than five minutes and they had three songs left, it feels like they should be here now.
Jude leaves me in the band prep room to check on the status of the protests.
I'm trying to be patient and not harass everyone, but as soon as they're done I'm leaving.
Hell, I'll Uber it if I have to.
Maybe go to a hotel.
I don't know, but I'm completely miserable and starting to panic now that I'm alone. My stomach churns and even my palms are sweating.
I need the guys to get back over here from the arena so that we can go.
I use the restroom, and I'm trying to get back to the room with the couch, but I have to take a break.
I really do not feel great. The rough surface of the brick wall in the hallway digs into the skin on my arm.
My hips are throbbing. An ache in my lower back has me doing the ridiculous cow shuffle Oakley talked me through a while back.
When I catch sight of Oakley, she's bolting out of one of the prep rooms for all the talent. She sees me and immediately comes my way.
"What the hell, Love?" she gasps, coming closer. "I freaked out when I couldn't find you. It's getting real out there."
"Sorry," I grumble, clutching my lower stomach. "I had to use the bathroomagain."
"Come on," Hawkins, her giant security guy, says. He comes closer, but his eyes sweep the hallway out toward where the masses are. "I need to get you two into a secure area."
"What? Why?" I ask.
"The protest is turning into a fucking shit show as we speak," Hawkins replies in his low, growly tone. "Let's move."
"I told you not to tell her," Oakley hisses. She's so gentle as she takes my arm and helps me down the hallway.
