"C'mon Bryanne," Willow pleaded, grabbing onto her best friend.

"No Willow, I can't," she replied staring at the short blonde with accusing eyes.

"But Bry!" She whined, pouting. "All I want is for you to help me out. Just this once...please?"

"No!" She sternly emphasized as if she were speaking to a child.

"Please? You know if I worked at the Dome and Britney Spears was coming I'd help you sneak backstage."

"Well," she laughed. "I don't want to lose my job."

"Why do you have to be a lesbian anyway?" Willow pouted. "If you were straight you'd understand how much Scott means to me."

Bryanne tucked her long black hair behind her ears and rolled her eyes swiftly. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see how obsessed you are."

"It's not an obsession, it's just a small, small infatuation."

"I guess you do have to be straight to see how good looking he is."

"Please? Bry, I'll never ever ask you for anything else - ever again! I swear! If you can just sneak me backstage, I might be able to meet all the guys!"

Bryanne felt defeated. She'd known Willow forever, and she knew deep down how much Tainted Origin meant to her - even if they didn't mean a damn thing to her. Quickly she weighed her options. "If I help you," she started, "you have to at least get me an autograph."

"Oh!" She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around her friend. "Thanks so much!"

"And if you sleep with him...you're giving me all the details right after. I'm talking you'll call me even if he's still lying beside you. Even if he's still cumming!"

"Jeeze. Why are you so blunt with everything?" Willow laughed.

Bryanne smiled. "I just thought I'd get my point across."

"You certainly did! Now, can you please sneak me backstage now?" She asked.

"What are you going to do for the next three hours? You can't very well stay in their dressing room or watch their sound check..."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll get kicked out!"

"But what if I tell the event staff that I'm Scott's girlfriend?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I don't wanna get kicked out... I mean, you're part of the event staff, and you wouldn't know who to kick out anyways. These people don't know who Tainted Origin are! I'm home free."

Bryanne shook her head in disapproval. "You're gonna get caught. They have bodyguards, Will, and they know who they're dating and who they aren't."

"Then I'll say I'm a groupie!"

"No," Bryanne disagreed again, her deep emerald eyes giving her friend an accusing look. "That'll just lead to more problems."

"I can take care of myself, Bryanne. You know that..."

She nodded. "Just...don't screw this up, okay?"

"I won't," Willow replied.

Bryanne led her friend into the venue through the back entrance so ensure that neither of them would be seen. They crept into the back rooms and Willow found herself face-to-face with the dressing room door. She walked up to the sign taped onto the front reading 'Tainted Origin's Dressing Room.' Taking her finger, seemingly in some type of trance, she traced each letter with her index finger.

Her friend laughed, "C'mon, you can't be seen doing that!"

"Sorry," she blushed a bright shade of crimson.

The two of them walked through the many corridors and found themselves lost quite frankly.

"Where do we go now?"

"I don't know," Bryanne shrugged. "Where are you expecting to stay?"

"I don't know..."

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea, then. I don't know where to take you and you don't know where you're going... So, how about we just call the whole thing off?"

"No, I'll just..." Willow paused. "You think they'll let me stay out by the loading docks after the show?"

"Why?"

"Because that's where their bus is."

"So what?" Bryanne replied, an eyebrow raised.

"After the show I'll go by the loading docks and when they come out to get on their bus, I'll talk to them that way!"

Willow had some kind of strange shimmering glint in her eyes. Like she was seeing things in her head, just imagining herself meeting Scott. It was sort of sickening to Bryanne. She just prayed that if she did meet him that he didn't run away screaming.