After showing my backstage pass to a security guard, I found myself walking through a bunch of halls, looking for the dressing room of Bruno Mars. Or Peter. Whatever his name was, the thought of being with him made me nervous. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks from blushing so much during the concert. I also felt embarrassed for the fact I didn't know who he was at the coffee shop. He must have thought I was such an idiot!
After a few turns and a few glares from security, I found myself face to face with Bruno's dressing room door. I went to knock, then stopped myself. I could feel the rush of nerves over me. I could hear him strumming chords on his guitar and humming to himself. It made me feel a bit more at ease. I knocked on the door and fixed up my hair a bit.
"Coming, who is it?" he asked from behind the door.
"Uhmm.." the words couldn't come out of my mouth. "The writer from Entertainment Weekly"
When he opened the door, a look of shock came across him. But it wasn't a bad look, more of an intrigued one.
"Well, everywhere I turn you seem to be there" he said.
"Well it's funny because I met this guy called Peter the other day, who just happens to look exactly like you"
He put his arm out and welcomed me into the room. "Well, Peter is my real name. Bruno was a nickname I was given when I was younger."
I got out my tape recorder and pressed record. "Real name not Bruno. Is he a real life Hannah Montana?" I said. We both laughed. His laugh was cute.
"Oh, so you're the reporter? And you didn't even know who I was the other day? Damn girl, not doing any background research is not good!" he joked.
"I didn't even know I'd be coming here tonight actually," I said. "But the show was amazing."
He sat me down on the couch. I couldn't really explain it, but he just seemed like such a chilled out person. It was very nice.
"Um.. so tell me about your tour" I asked. I had a few really thought out questions that I brain stormed earlier. Being so close to him made my mind go blank. We talked for a little about the tour, and life on the road. The whole time, I couldnt take my eyes off of him. His story of how he got to where he is today was really interesting. He really did have some amazing talent.
"So, now tell me about you, Aria" he said.
"Aren't I the one that's meant to be interviewing you?"
"Yeah, but I wanna know about you, so you're a journalist?" his voice was so calm and relaxed.
"Writer. I write stories, sometimes poetry. Being a journalist helps me pay the rent."
"That's cool. You should show me some of your work sometime" I couldn't help but blush. I looked down.
"You have really beautiful eyes, if you don't mind me saying" I looked back up. I suddenly felt like we were sitting closer to each other than we were before. I looked into his eyes and bit my lip. I didn't know what to say - he probably just flatters all the people that interview him. I stopped my tape recorder, and he looked down at it. "May I?" he asked. I handed him the tape recorder. As our hands touched, we both paused momentarily. This was not seriously happening to me, was it? I was getting so worked up over someone famous. It was silly. But I felt like this before I knew he was famous too.
Suddenly a group of guys came into the room. I recognized them as the group that was with Bruno at the coffee shop.
"Bruno, we need to be out of the venue in fifteen minutes". Bruno and I moved away from each other slightly. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"No of course not, this is Aria, from Entertainment weekly." said Bruno. He cleared his throat. "I was just checking out her retro tape recorder. It's awesome"
"That's cool, I'm Phil and that's Jamareo, Eric, Phred and Kenji."
I shook hands with them all. "Nice to meet you". Bruno jumped towards the guys and hit record on the tape recorder. "Any final words boys?"
"Kenji stole the show!" shouted Kenji.
"This review had better be good or else imma come after you!" added Phil. Everyone laughed. "Trust me, you've got nothing to worry about there" I said.
Bruno's band left and he showed me out of the building. The fact that this had all happened in one night baffled me. I was getting a bit ahead of myself here.
"Thankyou so much Bruno, that was one of the more... 'chilled out' interviews I've done in a while. It was nice." I said. What I really wanted to say was thanks for making my heart beat a thousand times per second, now I'm going to go home and wallow in sadness because I will never see you again.
"I'm a chilled out guy. It's no problem"
"Well... bye..." I smiled and turned around. I wanted to look back, but then it would just remind me that I had to continue walking away.
"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I heard him say. Great, he's making me turn around. "It's just that we didn't get to finish our conversation."
"I know I know, it's random but you're cool, I love hanging out with new people." his voice almost sounded a bit pleading. Did I really want to get myself into this? Getting involved with someone like him was asking for trouble. But he was perfect, how could I say no to that face?