Free FG 3 - The Wedding Blitz by Leah Spiegel Page B

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
                    Now that I got a better look at my surroundings, I noticed we were fenced in by a tall steel gate that looked like something you’d normally see on a cattle farm and appeared to be easy enough for anyone to climb over like the group of girls still stationed outside our bus.
    “Where are the barbed wire fences?” I asked nostalgically.
    “Like Hawkins said,” Lizzie sighed as she pushed off the couch to get ready. “Welcome to the Gorge.”
    After Hawkins indulged a few of the girls by giving them his signature, security whisked them away; back to the other side of the fence from where they came. To make sure we didn’t get any more unexpected visitors two members of Hawkins’ staff remained standing by the gate across from the tour bus.
    Whenever it was time for the concert, Hawkins, leading by example generously signed t-shirts and album covers on our way to the pavilion. He nodded encouragingly when someone stopped me for my signature and I found myself smiling as I signed my John Hancock here and there. Hell even Riley got asked for his signature before a golf cart pulled up from security to personally escort us the rest of the way.
    The view was breathtaking as we steadily approached the backstage area. In the middle of nowhere was this narrow valley made of steep rocky walls with a long winding blue river running between them, which was displayed as the stages back scenery. The back of the stage was also open to the rest of the Gorge, with the exception of a tall wooden fence separating the band and staff from the rest of the concert goers.
    Hawkins, who was dressed in the same red striped button down flannel that I had on (something that gave us a laugh especially when it drove Lizzie nuts), stretched out his arms for me to leap into them. I gave him peck after peck on the lips as he twirled me around.
    “Get a tour bus,” Lizzie groaned which of course only encouraged us more.
                  “I love you.”
                  “I love you