By the time Kelly got
backstage to her dressing room, she felt positively broiled in sweat, and her
legs, which had been so strong and supportive onstage, felt like butter. Melting
butter, on hot disgusting sweaty toast. She wasn’t sure if she was shaking in
fear or on the edge of orgasm.
The fact of which was helped not at all by
the smiling short-haired girl sprawled over her couch, with her dress pulled up
to her thighs, revealing long brown legs. “Hi there.”
Kelly shucked off
her jacket and threw it over a chair, grinning her delight. “What the fuck are
you doing back here? I thought you were supposed to be in the audience, you
bitch.”
Mandy shrugged. “I decided that I should wait for you back
here.”
“And seduce me?” Mandy made an innocent face, and Kelly gestured
to her bared legs. “Little Miss Skirt Around Her Waist.”
Mandy grinned.
“Its at my knees, not my waist. And I’m here to congratulate you, so be
appreciative.” She stood up, pulling her dress back over her legs and walking
slowly on heeled feet over to Kelly. “I do have to admit, though, I was kind of
hoping to take advantage of your post-performance endorphins...” She draped her
arms dramatically around Kelly’s neck.
Kelly rolled her eyes, hands
coming to rest on Mandy’s hips. “I’m not sure that I get those. Its more like
post-performance rats in the stomach.”
Mandy looked perplexed. “Isn’t it
supposed to be butterflies?”
“Those just kind of flutter. These are
eating my intestines.” Kelly unwound Mandy’s arms from around her neck and sat
down on the couch with a sigh. Mandy followed, slightly worried and a little
taken aback at the lack of kissing. Kelly had met her backstage at countless
concerts and it always ended in frantic post-show making out in Mandy’s dressing
room. Why should this be any different?
Still. Mandy was supposed to be a
supportive girlfriend, and if Kelly could get her through the bad Walk To
Remember reviews, she could get Kelly through this. She put her arm around
her girlfriend, who leaned her head on Mandy’s shoulder. “What if I suuuuucked?”
she moaned.
Mandy made a disgusted noise. “Kelly, what the hell are you
talking about?”
Kelly shrugged, nestling her face against Mandy’s
shoulder. “I performed on this show, and now everyone’s going to see it, and
they can’t just say that I’m fat or I’m bitchy or I’m spoiled, they can say that
I suck and that I’m not nearly as talented as Daddy, or even Jack or
Aimee, and…fuck. This fucking sucks.” She looked up. “And now I got makeup all
over your shoulder. Fucking hell.”
Kelly stood up and walked
quickly into the bathroom, Mandy following with a frustrated sigh. “First of
all, I don’t care that you got makeup on my shoulder. I was actually
hoping I’d already have your makeup a couple of other places by this time,” she
said over the running water. “And you’re not spoiled. You’re only bitchy in a
good way, and people only call you fat because American media is absurd and
expects all women to look like—”
“You?” Kelly said, then went back to
drying her face with a towel.
Mandy sighed, annoyed. “Yeah. I guess. Even
if I think I’m too skinny... But you know I think you’re beautiful, and
sexy, and I love you. And you kicked ass tonight.” She hugged Kelly from
behind, kissing her on the back of the neck. “And everyone’s going to remember
your performance from tonight. The way you looked, and the way you sang, and
just how completely wonderful you are.” She kissed Kelly again, this time
beneath her ear. “Because I know I can’t be the only one who sees
it.”
Kelly turned around in Mandy’s arms. Her clean-scrubbed face still
looked skeptical, but she was smiling, just slightly. “So I didn’t
suck?”
“You didn’t suck.”
“You promise?”
Mandy kissed Kelly
on the nose. “I swear on my MTV Movie Award.”
“Okay, I believe you. I
didn’t suck.” Kelly shrugged nonchalantly. “Good to know.” She leaned forward
and kissed Mandy lightly on the lips. “So, I guess I should say congratulations.
Miss Breakthrough Female.”
Mandy raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was
Little Miss Skirt Around My Waist?”
Kelly grinned, nipping her lightly on
the chin. “Do you want to be?”
END