IT'S ALL OVER FOR YOU! (NATHAN)

[GRACEY ENGLAND!]

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The show had been one of the better ones of the tour, their actions on stage really getting the crowd going. There was nothing better, for Gracey, than the feel of the adrenaline pumping through her veins and making her feel as though she was on cloud nine. The screams from the fans only caused that adrenaline to pump even faster, making her go absolutely mental on stage. It blew her mind, however, that people were so desperate to just get a glimpse of her and how far they would go just so they could get a graze of her hand. Being on stage and playing music that she had written, and hearing such a positive reaction to it, really got to Gracey and she wanted to thank every individual fan for all of the support that her band had gotten over the past year and a bit. Every time she thought of how her music could have possibly touched ever single person, who was screaming her band's name, she wanted to jump up and down and scream out at the top of her lungs with excitement. She never thought she would be where she was in her life; she hoped for it, prayed for it, reached for it, but never thought she would actually get there.

Prancing into her dressing room, she sang out random lyrics to one of her songs at the top of her lungs, trying to get the access excitment out of her system before she was going to call it a day and hit the bed. Closing the door behind her, she kept sinigng outloud, taking off all of her clothes before throwing them to the side and getting changed into much more comfortable ones. Being and entertainer, Gracey Lou England liked to dress up in big, poofy skirts, big boots and corests for her concerts; it was like playing dress up but being able to do so for a living. Pulling on some jeans and throwing on a t-shirt, she put her long, raven hair up into a pony tail and started to take off all of the make up she had painted onto her eyes. All the while, Gracey kept on singing, still loving the feel of her voice erupting from her mouth even though she had just been doing so for an hour or so. She knew she was a good singer, though she tended to be humble about it, and she, at times, enjoyed hearing it as much as possible.

Just as she was about to switch to another song, she heard a knock on the door. Closing her mouth for a moment, she furrowed her eyebrows and turned her head towards the door, "Come in!" it was then that she realized that she had locked the door, not wanting any of her band mates to walk in on her with nothing but her underwear on, "Oh shit!" she exclaimed before she put down the paper towel and ran towards the door, not realizing that she still had one eye painted, "Sorry, it was locked. I was changing." she said, looking at the ground as she spoke, not really seeing who was in the doorway.

[NATHAN STEVENS!]

It was close approaching two thirty in the morning, and the place was still thumping with excitment and adrenaline. People were still out and about having a good time even though the show had now come to an end. Although the performing bands had just packed up and finished working, as that's what they did every night to put food on their table and clothes on their back, they still had plenty of energy to party. Musicians were masters at drinking and having fun because life was one big playground to cause havoc in. Nathan was one of those many artists, though he was young, pushing his late twenties, he still acted like a child, in fact he was just a big kid and always would be.

He and his bandmates had been one of the first one stage to perform, which had it's good and bad sides; one of the bad was that you had to hang around and wait for all the other bands to finish before you could really get started on the after party backstage. When those three hours did eventually tick by, he got away from the yack of his band manager who praised them all for their great performance but just kept going on about upcoming shows and meetings and sign ups, and it drove Nathan mad. He was never one to deal with papers and business and shit. He just lived each day as it came. He'd slipped out to get some cool air because the dressing rooms were really beginning to get stuffy with humidity, sweat, tears and some blood. Plenty of drummers and guitarists would be bleeding tonight but it was all in the name of passion and love baby. Speaking of passion, that's what Nathan was feeling when he crept his way after Gracey a couple of minutes after she'd left the stage.

The pair, well no longer a pair, but the two had once been a couple and broken things off. Nathan's excuse was he couldn't deal with having a girlfriend and being in a band with a manager who freaking loved managing. Gracey had agreed that having a boyfriend was the last thing on her mind and music was her main lover, but that didn't say the two had sat down and been all sugar and spice about it. Hell no, the two had fucking screamed and shouted about it before agreeing to disagree. Didn't stop the fun side of things though. Knocking on the dressing room door sent shivers down his spine, feeling like this was so taboo. The last thing he wanted press to know was that he was still sleeping with his ex girlfriend and have about fifty million girl fans send him hate mail. What he'd learnt from older and wiser musicians was to always act available but never be available - and that's just what Nathan intended on doing for all the fans out there.

[GRACEY ENGLAND!]

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Keeping her gaze to the floor for a couple of more moments, trying to pick off a false eyelash that was still on her one painted eye, she realized who was in the door way and stopped, "Oh, Nate. Hey." she stated and gave him a one sided smile. At times, Gracey loved having Nathan show up at her dressing room, always knowing that she was going to be getting some sort of sexual attention; however, on other days, such as a day like then, she wasn't exactly in the mood to see him, it hurt too much. Their relationship had ended, mutually, but, for the most part, Gracey regretted ever letting him slip through her fingers. Sure, they still had sex and it seemed like Nathan was only having sex with her, but it wasn't the same. She missed the days where they would walk out in public, holding hands and finding paparazzi shots of him kissing her cheek or something along those lines. Now, they had to keep everything hush, hush, not wanting the paparazzi to know that the two of them were still getting it on behind closed doors.

Walking away from him, she left the door open and started to work on taking all of the make up off of her other eye, realizing how silly she must have looked, "What are you doing here?" she asked, already knowing the answer that she was going to be given, he was there to get laid. Every night he came around, asking for it, she told herself she wouldn't give in, she wouldn't let him; but, every time, she did give in and he got what he wanted. Afterwards, she felt on top of the world and as if she had been hit by a truck, all at the same time; she wanted him the way the were before, even if it meant screaming at each other, all of the days where they were happy would have been worth it.

[NATHAN STEVENS!]

Nathan pushed open the door slowly when it opened and saw Gracey. His eyes glanced over his shoulder, looking up the corridors and steps before entering and closing the door behind him. "What, I can't come and say 'well done' for such a good performance now?" he spoke, walking over to the dressing table and perched himself onto the counter, parking his doc martin boot on the chair in front of him. "And also to tell you there's a party happening over at the Cocktails bus. Everyone's heading over there before hitting the city" he informed her picking through the make up products on the table. He found it amusing how a bottle of coloured liquid could either make a girl gorgeous or fucking horrible - can anyone say tangoed? Far too many a time had Nathan seen girls who were so made up they were glowing orange, and he still saw them every day, screaming their lungs out wanting his attention; those girl were the disgustingly fake - but they were the best in bed unfortunately. He'd had enough of those girls in his adolescence anyway, and he didn't like the look. sound or smell of them anymore. The girl next door was his craze right now; the girl who was gorgeous, like an angel, but rocked hard and could jump to some good music for hours without stopping. That's hat hew as after this week; next week who knew. Since breaking up with Gracey he'd been acting a bit of a wild dog really, but he was intelligent to keep it quiet. He never went public with dates, always brought the girl back to his place or wherever he was staying and if he did go out drinking then he only did so in a private booth. "You going to come? he asked pushing himself off the dressing counter and walking up behind Gracey, looking at her reflection

[GRACEY ENGLAND!]

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In all honesty, Gracey had kept telling herself to just break it off completely, to tell him that they couldn't even speak to each other anymore because it hurt too much. Sure, the two of them did have good times, now that they were apparently 'just friends', but she knew that she would always want more fom him, always crave every inch of him, inside and out, "Oh. I didn't know you were actually watching." she stated as she pulled out the earrings that she had been wearing and putting them onto the dresser. Gracey had given Nathan the benefit of the doubt when it came to him and other women, liking to play dumb and ignorant just so that she could stay blissful. Though, she did have a suspicion that Nate did have a couple of girls on the side. As he explained the party to her, she shrugged and took her hair out of the updo that it was in before grabbing a brush and running it through her hair, "I don't know. Are you going?" she asked, knowing what his answer was already.

When he walked up behind her, she looked at him, through the mirror, he had such a hold on her and it scared her to no end; she wanted to be rid of him but was too afraid to do so. After she finished brushing her hair, she ran a hand through it and looked down at her make up palette, wanting to avert her attention from Nathan, if only for a little while. It didn't hurt as much when she ignored him.

[NATHAN STEVENS!]

Whilst Gracey proceeded to removing her make up and jewlerry, Nathan looked down to his pocket where his phone was vibrating powerfully. Removing it he looked at the caller ID and instantly ignored it. He didn't fancy talking to Jeaden right this second. Looking back up to the lit up mirror he frowned at Gracey. I always watch you - well, that is if I'm not busy he replied looking down at Gracey's outfit before something on the other side of the room caught his chocolate brown eyes. You know I always watch you on stage he added, sort of making a point that she had partly offended him for thinking he'd miss such a good band. Starting to get slightly bored, Nathan ran his fingers over the lockers making a metal vibrating noise, like a skin crawling chime from a very out of tune piano. Yeah, everyone's going like I just said. Not everyone's going into the city I don't think but I'm sure that will change once the ball gets rolling he replied, walking back over to Gracey. So are you coming or not? he asked once again, leaning on the dressing counter with his hands cupped together like he was a headmaster with a grudge, waiting for a student's reply. You'll be pretty much the only one who won't be going if you say No. Even the shrimps are heading to the bus he replied, referring to the guys who were underage to go out into the city partying and really, shouldn't be touching alcohol at all.