Kayla was just getting out of the shower the next morning when her phone rang. Quickly slipping into her bathrobe, she left the bathroom to answer it, grabbing her brush and starting on her hair as she went.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver.
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die," a familiar voice with a fake Spanish accent said.
Kayla smiled and rolled her eyes. "Hey, Nicky." After Brian had gotten home yesterday, he, Nick, and herself had ended up watching The Princess Bride.
"Damn it, KayŚ"
"That's what you get for giving me death threats, Carter!" she interrupted.
He laughed. "So anyway, are you feeling better?"
"Yep. Yesterday helped a lot. Thanks, Kayla," he said with a fake sniffle.
"Anytime, Nicky-Boy," she replied.
"Kaylaaa," he groaned.
She giggled. "Haven't you figured out that if you stop reacting, I'll stop doing it?"
"I'm not that smart," Nick complained, also laughing.
"I think we already knew that. So, why did you call anyway? Just to say hey?"
"Yeah, and to see if you were better," he explained.
Kayla smiled. "That's so sweet of you," she complimented.
Back at Brian's house, Nick had to stop himself from jumping to his feet and letting out a shout of happiness. "Thank you," he said simply.
"You're going to be down at the rehearsal stage today, right?"
"Well, I'd better be, 'cause we're running the show today," he said, grinning.
"Oh, right. What time do we have to be there?"
"Um...in an hour."
"Ahhh, shit. I still have to get dressed and...damn. I have to go."
"Hey, wait. You're not dressed? What?" Nick asked. He was laughing casually to reduce suspicion, but the thought that she had been talking to him the whole time without any clothes on was bringing forth very strong feelings in his body.
"I'm wearing a bathrobe, you pervert," she answered, giggling. "Not that it's any of your business."
"I'm deeply hurt, Kayla. I'm hanging up on you now."
She smirked. "Good. See you at rehearsal."
"Bye." Kayla chuckled to herself as she hung up the phone and went to get dressed. Who would ever have thought that she and Nickolas Gene Carter would become close friends?
Kayla was still running her brush through her hair as she got through security and went into the arena. Immediately someone ran up to her with a clipboard. Kayla recognized him as Patrick, their tour manager.
"Hello, Kayla!" he said. "You need to go over to wardrobe and get your clothes for the show," he ordered.
"Okay...where's wardrobe?" she asked.
"Oh, it's..." He sighed. "Just ask someone else, they'll know!" he said as he hurried off in another direction.
"Um...okay," Kayla said, frowning. She started to go up to one of the crew members and almost crashed into two others carrying part of the set. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she apologized quickly, stepping back. The men grunted and went on their way. Kayla spotted Kevin and started to hurry towards him. "Kev!" she called as she approached him.
"Hey, Kayla, can't talk now!" he said as he hurried down below the stage.
She sighed in frustration and started to turn around to go find someone else when another person came up to her.
"Kayla, they need you in hair and makeup downstairs," said a woman whom Kayla had never seen before in her life.
"Oh...uh...okay. Can you tell me where wardrobe is?"
"No, not wardrobe, hair and makeup!" the woman said as she went away..
Kayla clenched her teeth in frustration and just started walking. She got to some stairs and decided to try them out. When she opened the door down at the bottom, she found herself in a hallway lined with lots of doors. Paper signs with one or two names each were taped to every door, and Kayla recognized a couple of them as belonging to her dancers. She started down the hall, hoping that wardrobe and hair and makeup were somewhere nearby.
As she was walking and looking around, a door opened in front of her, and she almost collided with the person coming out of it.
"Whoops!" Kayla said. She looked and saw that it was Nick. "Oh, Nick."
"Hey, Kayla!" he said. "What's up?"
"Where the hell is hair and makeup? Or wardrobe for that matter, everyone is telling me to go different places."
Nick patted her on the shoulder. "Yes, welcome to the Backstreet tour, the very model of organization. Just keep going down that hall, they're the last two doors on the left. And don't let it get to you, Kay. The first day is always like this," he advised.
Kayla smiled at him. "Thanks," she said before starting down the hall again.
"Hey...if you wanna come by later and hang out in my dressing room..." Nick called after her.
Kayla finally reached the right door, and Nick could see her let out a sigh of relief. "I'll try!" she called back to him as she disappeared inside the room.