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It took everything in Jamie to keep on dancing. To keep his eyes wide open, his smile firmly in place as he flirted and spun and twirled for a crowd that he couldn’t even see.
And then it all got even crazier. While the crowd was still cheering after the kiss, loving the display of emotion between the two fan favorites, someone flung themselves onto the stage and knocked right into Jamie’s legs, knocking him sprawling. The ground seemed to rise up to meet him, the hard stage pushing the air from his lungs as he banged his left elbow hard enough on the wood that he was convinced, for a moment or two, at least, that he had just broken his arm.
Then the pain started to fade, to settle into a throbbing that seemed to pulse along with the beat of the song. He pushed himself to his knees and then watched as a pretty girl with strangely intense, focused brown eyes and silky dark hair sprang away from him, not even sparing a glance for him, as she made her way toward Lance and Ken.
Of course, she never made it. She barely got a few steps before security was on her, dragging her back and flinging her back into the crowd. Then Aaron was there, helping Jamie to his feet, as he cradled his bruised arm against himself.
There was the strangest look on Lance’s face. Like he wasn’t even in the building anymore. His body was still, his eyes stared at nothing, and his mouth hung open in shock.
It only lasted a second. Then Jamie turned back around, and the show went on. The show would always go on, because that was their job, to make it happen. And if tears threatened to roll down Jamie’s face, that just meant he would have to smile all the brighter.
Who was that girl? And why had Lance looked after her with that deeply stricken expression on his face?
It wasn’t until after the show that he got any answers whatsoever. It wasn’t until he was backstage, having been held back by Lester who was very concerned that Jamie was okay after his fall, that he knew just how screwed he really was.
Because when he finally did make it backstage, after assuring Lester that he was okay, that he didn’t need a doctor, it was only to see Ken, and Aaron, staring at a tableau that Jamie would never have expected in a million years.
The girl who had flung herself on stage was there, and she had her arms locked tightly around Lance, and was kissing him like her life depended on it.
