Chapter Thirteen
“Party
time!” Pauley yelled as they got off
the stage after their concert the next night.
“Where
are you going?” Krista asked as she
toweled herself off. She couldn’t
understand how the guys kept up with their partying. She was simply exhausted and just wanted to go back to her room
and sleep.
“Our
suite, we’ve got a ton of people from home up and you missy need to be
there.” He poked her shoulder,
She
sighed, she knew if she didn’t make an appearance the boys would be on her case
for days. “Okay, but I’m not going to
stay long.”
“Why
cause you’re going to hang out with Joshy-poo?” He teased his sister.
Everyone on the tour knew that lately if you wanted to find JC, you had
to look for Krista and vice versa because they always were hanging out
together.
“I
told him I might call him.” She
shrugged,
Paul
rolled her eyes, “Oh come on! You never
hang out with us any more.” He whined,
it was true, ever since they had stepped foot on the tour with Nsync, Krista
was glued to JC’s side.
Krista
sighed playfully and shook her head, “Well, I guess I could stay a little
while.”
“That’s
the spirit!” He exclaimed yanking her
hand to go with him. Krista sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night.
Later that night in the guy’s suite,
Krista watched the eighth groupie do a keg stand and rolled her eyes as she
drank her beer. She could out do all of
them without even trying.
“Kris!
You’re next! Come on!” James shouted
and she laughed knowing they were going to have a long night, but she wasn’t
dreading it like she had been before.
She looked at her watch. She was
supposed to call up JC to hang out, but holding off a little longer to hang
with the guys wouldn’t hurt. She had
really missed her bandmates.
“James,
I have to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right there.”
“Alrighty
then!” He shouted and she enclosed
herself in the hallway. She dialed up
JC’s phone and it rang into his voicemail.
“Hey
Josh, it’s me. Um, I’m going to hang
out with the guys tonight because I’m afraid if I don’t I won’t have a
band. I’ll see you tomorrow, kay? Bye.”
She hung up the phone and walked back into the room. Krista headed straight for the keg,
“Alright,
move aside, the keg queen has arrived!”
Krista groaned as she pulled the blanket
up over her head. She couldn’t move,
everything hurt and she felt so sick….no wait she was sick. She puked in the bucket Dan had set up next
to her. It was going to be a long
day. She drank so much last night, she
didn’t remember past the shot races she had done with Dan. Paul had apparently found her passed out on
his bathroom floor this morning. The
boys had carried her to the venue to where she was situated now and where she
planned on staying.
“Krissie?” JC said when he finally found her covered in
a blanket on a couch in the back of their dressing room.
“Rghargh.” Came from beneath the blanket.
JC
got a little closer and saw the bucket, “Whoa, what happened to you?”
“JC
leave her alone.” Dan said as he came
into the room.
JC
turned to face him, “What happened to her?”
“She’s
hung over.” He shrugged and picked up
some papers that were on a table in the room.
“She
looks like death warmed over.” He
pointed out.
Dan
glanced up at him, pausing what he was doing, “Exactly, she’s hung over, leave
her alone.”
JC
frowned, “Is she going to be okay for the show?”
Dan
went back to going over the papers in his hands, “That’s my problem.” He resented all the time that JC spent with
Krista. She was in his band and there
for his responsibility. Of course it
was partly his own fault that Krista was this hung over today.
“You
go on in an hour.” JC pointed out and
Dan threw him a “I know, you idiot” look.
Dan
sighed and crossed his arms, “I’ll take care of it.”
JC
cast a worried look at Krista, “She doesn’t have to go on, if she’s like
this.”
Dan
sighed again, wishing that JC would just leave. JC was not the aficionado on Krista, Dan was because he had known
her longer and seen her worse than this.
“She’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
JC
glanced up at Dan, “I worry about her.”
“She’s
not your problem, so don’t.” Dan argued
with the pop star.
“Will
both of you fucking shut up!” Krista
yelled and then groaned before puking into the bucket again.
Dan
went to her side, “Sorry, Kris.” He
said softly and rubbed her back.
“When
do we go on?” She asked wearily,
“You
don’t have too.” Dan said and she shot
Dan a hard look. He relented, “An
hour.”
She
sighed, “I need to see Pauley.”
“No.” Dan said strongly.
“Yes,
I want Pauley and I’ll be ready in a half an hour.”
“Krissie,
you’re in no shape to go on.” JC
interrupted, walking over and leaning over the back of the couch.
“Josh,
go away.” She waved him off, “I have to
go on.” She said laying her head down
on the couch.
“Krissie,
come on.” Dan pleaded with her and she
glared at him,
“Pauley
now.” She demanded and flipped the
covers over her head ending the discussion.
Dan
sighed and got up from the couch, “Come on JC.” He waved him out the door with him.
“You’re
not really going to let her on that stage, are you?” JC asked as he walked out
of the room in front of Dan.
“JC,
this is not your problem. Krista will
be ready in a half an hour.” He said
strongly and walked away.
JC paced in front of Krista’s dressing room. He was determined not to let her go on
stage. She was ready to collapse. Paul had gone in there a while ago, but JC
knew there was nothing that could make her ready to go on. The door opened and his head whipped up to
see Krista coming out. She was completely
dressed and wiping her nose with a tissue.
She looked like she had never been sick in her life.
“Krissie,
are you okay?” He asked with a slight
frown at her sudden turn around.
“Yeah,
the show must go on.” She said
distantly and gave him a quick hug, before walking down the hall. JC swore he smelt alcohol and he looked to
Paul, who came out after her.
“What
did you do to her?”
“Cold water works wonders for hang overs.” He shrugged and walked on by. JC stared after them completely perplexed. How did cold water cure her that fast?