Martijn POV

"There you are! Come in please" I tell the whole group just after hugging my special friend.

They follow me to the backstage, where the artists are listening to the act playing or just chatting with colleagues.

I invite them to enter my backstage, to finally make them have their pass.

I had to call the organizer to see if it was possible, he said 'everything is possible when you are the favorite act in here.... You provide us millions'.

Good to hear that.

"I will change your bracelet with the all access ones. So..... You can remove yours and we will transfer you money credit to the new one"

All this squad of 16 guys and girls are removing their 'one year work worth' bracelet from their wrist and taking the new one.

As soon as they finish, I tell them "Well, guys you are free now"

At this point, like..... Everyone in the group start waddling around the STMPD stage, taking pictures with everyone they know. Everyone except Miné.

"Hey.... You know. You can go and have some fun...." I tell her.

"You are my fun"

I'm sure I felt my cheeks redden. I'd like to know why...

"Oh girl.... You are quite strange to prefer me at the craziest party ever"

"Yes I'm mad af as you say"

"I'm even more convinced about that now"

I look at her, her simple make-up catching my attention. She's also wearing that cute top, that leaves her navel uncovered.

Much better than a ton of fake orangish foundation and a super tight dress that doesn't leave anything to imagination.

"Marty? You ok?"

"Oh yes yes. I was just looking at your make up."

"Is it good?"
"Damn good girl"

She starts to laugh, her smile being contagious.
So I'm dragging her outside my room to go having fun, but a guy stops us.

Oh, he's in Miné 's group. He's that one who was undressing her with his eyes before. She told me she doesn't have a boyfriend.... But he's really close to that.

"Minerva, hey I was looking for you"

"Peter.... I had a short chat with Martin"

"OH ok. So.... Are you coming with me?" he asks her.

"Yes, she was looking for you" I tell him, to make Miné go out and have fun with her friends.

She looks at me worried. Does she think that she was bothering me? I think yes. Does she think that now I don't want to be with her anymore? I hope not.

"Well. Goodbye Martin!"

"Bye Miné!"

She is walking past the tall boy, leading to the vip area reserved to my guests.

I close the door, sitting back on one of the sofas.

It's incredible what I did tonight.... I escaped from my team and my friends to follow the girl whose butt has been slapped by my right hand, only to end up in finding a damn crazy but deep thinking friend who I slept with.

Geez, I might need help with my mind.

Suddenly, I hear my phone ringing.

I reach out for my phone, who's on the table, face down.

It's Dua! Dua Lipa, you know her, right...? I answer immediately.

"Hey girlll!"

"My friend. Hi Marty how are you?"

"Great! Hbu?"

"Super duper great!!! I'm excited to perform tonight. Oh wait are you already inside the venue?"

"Oh yes I'm here! Where are you?"

"I just arrived at the gates. I'll be there in... Mh...five minutes?"

"OK girl! See you. And keep you safe!"

"Hahaha see ya!"

She closes the call.

I'm putting my phone in my pocket, realizing that I must have never worn these jeans before, the fabric is still a bit hard, giving my ass a round shape.

Don't tell me that I have a nice ass. Please. I don't believe you.

Well, yes it might be cute, but do you know how hard it is to find pants that fit this backside?

Unless I go girl's pants.... That's hard.

I need to pee btw. I hope that Dua isn't arriving here to see me with my pants down.... Unfortunately the bathroom door isn't closing well. In the team we are all men so we don't really care, but.... Dua is Dua.

I enter the bathroom, trying another time to close the sliding door but it's stuck at half.

Nevermind.

I open my pants and slide down my boxers, taking my pee.

I was still doing it when I hear Dua entering the fitting room.

Thank God that you can't see the toilet from that door.

"Marty?"

"Dua. Stay still. I'm peeing and the door is broken so, unless you want to see my friend stay there."

"I don't need to see another one, thanks. I have my boyfriend's."

I finished with the pee a few seconds ago. I'm cleaning myself up and getting back in my jeans.

I wash my hands into the basin and finally get to hug Dua, lifting her up.

"My girl is here!!"

"My boy, we are not seeing each other from Coachella, I think"

"Yeah. That's too much"

"So... Your tour is going great. You are unstoppable"

"You too. One Kiss with Calvin Harris is becoming more and more popular"

"I know. My fans are great. I love them. Yours are more like.... A crazy family"

"Yeah. Damn crazy"

It makes me think about her.

Oh come on Martijn, aren't you obsessed with her, are you? No you aren't so stop it.
She really surprised you but.... That's not your girl.

"Marty, are you OK?" Dua asks me.

For how long I've been daydreaming?

"Oh yes, don't worry about it. Just night adventures"

"Mhhh your girlfriend is making you sweat...."

"Oh no. Not that kind of adventures.
Yesterday I was in the crowd and I accidentally touched a girl's bum"

Dua sits on the sofa to listen to the story.

"So because of that we started to talk. We decided to chat on Instagram but later that night I wanted to know her better"

"You fucked, didn't you?"

"Nooooo no no no. I went to the tents field and she was there, outside her tent waiting to spot me as I dm'd her. And we stayed up till 3 am. And I slept there with her and her friends. I've never felt on my skin something like that"

"Do you like her?"

"I like the way she sees the world. She is that one person you can have deep conversations with"

Dua starts to smile, looking at me.

"I hope you don't get strange ideas because I know you, and a girl like that is a catastrophic human being for you. Charelle is your girl and don't try to lose her"

I'm shocked, but I'm considering what Dua just said. I have to be careful.