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Watson stared at the now empty stage, gaping. It had all happened so fast and he didn't want it to be over yet. The entire concert he could have sworn that Mignon only had eyes for him. She stared only at his wide longing eyes. Everyone around Watson had begun to leave, swaying back and forth staggering towards the exit still singing the music that had just moments ago been beating into their eardrums. But Watson stood as still as a pillar. He didn't want to admit to himself that the concert was over. He closed his eyes and imagined the music cascading over him, consuming him the way it had during the concert. Sadly, Watson didn't remember what songs Mignon had played. He had been to preoccupied with Mignon's eyes drilling into his. He swore that she never stopped looking at him. Not even when her double came out for her to change costumes.
Nope.
Through out the entire concert Watson hadn't loosened up once. He still stood in his awkward stance, shoulders tight, arms pressed up against his body. He wasn't able to relax his muscles ever. He felt extremely uncomfortable with so many people around him, swaying their bodies to the music and pumping their fists to the beat. He didn't want to jump around and scream, he wanted to stand and just enjoy them music.
Watson let out a long drawn out sigh and opened his eyes to stare at the stage that was much darker than he remembered, the lights beginning to dim. The crowd of people that had surrounded him just moments ago were no where to be seen. He was standing alone in the audience. It really was over.
Watson began unbuttoning his shirt, now that there was no one around he didn't feel as uncomfortable and was quite hot. The atmosphere of the arena could be described as "hot and sticky".
Out of the corner of his eye, Watson spotted a huge crowd of people by the side of the stage. He cocked his head to the side, curious. Were they going backstage to see Mignon?
He wanted in.
Using all his power, Watson strutted his stuff towards the crowd of people, shoving his way to the door. Around the door stood two huge black body guards. Watson gulped loudly, tilting his head back to look up at the body guards.
Just as Watson was about to open his mouth, two fans behind him began riping and pulling at each other's hair. Almost instantly the body guards reacted to the fight, launching themselves toward the two women. It was as if they hadn't seen Watson. He let out a breath of air he hadn't known he'd been holding. For once Watson was happy that he was so invisible. They had left him alone at the backstage door. With no one to tell him he could enter.
Score.
Or as they would say in the W.O.W world. Beccheemmmclickclick. It was elfin. Only the really intense players spoke.
Using his quick stealth, Watson swung open the huge metal door and slipped in. Backstage was so much different than he expected. But he didn't have much time to admire it. He saw a sign just ahead that head, "Dressing rooms."
He knew where he was going. But he had to act fast. There were bound be two scary black body guards on his ass if he didn't move.
I'm coming Mignon!