Chapter One: Backstage Pass

It was July, 1987. I stood in the line, my heart racing faster then ever. I had the tickets. They were mine.

Backstage passes tangled in my hand, as I shook from the concert. Steven had seen me. He touched me and looked into my eyes. Would he remember me?

To get backstage, you had to be 18 and older, which was the only flaw. Being 17, me and my best friend, Sky had no way of ever overcoming the fact that we had to lie about our age. We were the goody-two-shoes of the whole high school. Getting backstage of this concert would make our reputation better.

"Ma'am," a tall man, with dark skin, said, reaching out. "May I see your backstage passes and an ID?"

My hands shook as I gave him the passes, and fumbled in my pocket for the ID.

"How old are you?" he asked, his eyes staring deep into me.

I bit my lip. "I'm twenty-five, sir. "

He handed back my ID, and taking Sky's, asked her the same questions.

We walked into the big area inside the back part of the stage.

"That was a close one," Sky said, shaking a bit.

"Relax," I said, stopping and looking at her. "It's all going to be fine."

She nodded, still shaking, as we walked into the room where there was about five people.

"I guess everybody's here," a guy said, his face cold as we walked in.

"Wait," I said, "this is all? We're the only girls."

He nodded, getting on his walkie-talkie. "Bring 'em in."

Me and Sky looked at eachother, confused, but then turned our attention to Steven walking in, his face brightening up as he saw us.

I whispered in Sky's ear, "Do you think he remembers us?"

She shook her head and whispered back, "Lucy, he sees millions of faces a day."

They made a nice line, where you could talk to Steven and Joe for about five minutes each. Sky went in front of me, as I was the last person in line. Sky talked for a bit to them, and then it was my turn as I talked to Steven.

"Hello," he smiled, putting his hand out to shake. "I do believe I saw you in the crowd tonight. Front row?"

I nodded, shaking his hand. "I'm Lucy."

"You're very beautiful, Lucy."

I blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Tyler. It's a pleasure to meet you. "

He laughed. "Oh, honey. Call me Steven!"

I laughed nervously. "Alright, Steven."

"How old are you?"

I bit my lip nervously. "Twenty-five. "

He laughed. "I didn't mean to ask, it's just that you're so wonderful, and I thought maybe you could give me your number?"

He wanted my number! I said to myself.

"I don't have anything to write it on," I said, sadly.

He handed me his sharpie, putting his wrist out. "I've got skin, babe!"

I wrote it, smiling widely. "Don't be scared to call," I whispered.

He smirked. "Oh, I won't. "

I felt a tug on my shirt. "C'mon Lucy!" Sky said. "It's eleven! If we're not to the apartment now-"

"Calm down," I said, turning to her. "Steven," I turned back, looking. "Where'd he go?"

"Nevermind him!" she said, pulling on my arm and dragging me to the door. "We need to go!"

I rolled my eyes, still looking back. He had left so fast. I didn't even see him leave. It was like some magic thing had taken him, as we walked away, my heart aching inside.