I held the cold, heavy, metallic moon man in my soft, pale hands. I stood in front of the microphone speechless. I didn't prepare myself for this. For support, I looked up at Dennis and then out into the audience. I was aware that I looked stupid with a dumbfounded look, so I put on a smile and began to speak.

"I'd like to thank..." I looked into the camera and thought of who would be watching this show, "my parents for not supporting me, pushing me to leave home, and start a kick ass band with my best friend. I'd like to thank my best friend, Dennis for taking me in and believing in me when no one else did. Thank you to the entire band, Connor, Dakota, and Kyle for working their little fingers and hearts away just help make a dream come true. I thank all of the fans that support our crappy, small town, rock band. We wouldn't be anywhere without you. Lastly, to the small town of Livonia buried deep in Michigan. All of the support from a small venue called the Token. Our friends we never forgot and the assholes that inspired our angry lyrics. Thank you!" I rambled. The words naturally flew from my mouth.
I stepped aside and allowed the others to thank whoever they wanted to thank. Dennis thanked his asshole Father for inspiring his teen angst and rebellion. Connor thanked his mom for raising him alone and staying strong for him when the world was against her. Dakota thanked his entire family from his grandfather for teaching him how to play to his younger brother for being adorable. Finally, Kyle stepped up to the mic. My heart almost sank as we all looked at each other.
Kyle took a deep breath and smiled mischievously.

"I would like to thank all of my musical influences. Slayer, Megadeth, Suicide Silence, and Avenged Sevenfold. Without them I wouldn't be the musician that I am. I'd like to thank my parents for buying me my drum set and my uncle Kenny for teaching me how to play. I'd like to thank all of fans across the map for being amazing. And my girlfriend for not being a whore," Kyle spewed out because stepped away from the mic. The crowd cheered for a moment as we walked off the stage.
Stage managers took us to our dressing rooms where we could put our awards and then go back to our seats.
While we skipped down the bright, white hallway, the boys and I jumped around and hugged each other. We were all overjoyed. Even Kyle smiled and laughed with us. Once we were back in our seats, we calmed down a little bit.

Harry tapped me on my arm and flashed me his dorky smile.
"Congrats!" he whispered sharply at me with wide, excited eyes. I smiled back at him and stuttered a thank you.

"Sorry for hugging you. That was kind of weird," I chuckled awkwardly.

"No, I did the same thing last year. You're fine. I like hugs," Harry chuckled with me. I felt less awkward around him now. I didn't see him as a huge celebrity for a moment. He seemed more human.

"Alright, thank you though. It means a lot," I said.

"No problem," he replied. That ended our conversation.
The night ended there. They did a tribute to Lady Gaga, which Kyle groaned all the way through. We all left backstage so we could go back on our tour bus and drive to the hotel.
MTV had reserved rooms for the artists that appeared that night. My band had to share two rooms among five people. Kyle, Connor, and Dakota shared the large room while Dennis and I took the double.
We dropped our bags on our beds and began talking about the night.

"You were talking to Harry Styles most of the night," Dennis pointed out as he took off his jacket and bow tie.

"Please, we only talked twice and they were because I embarrassed myself," I replied. I took off Dennis's necklace and gently placed it in its case. I was standing in the bathroom, preparing the water for a shower.
"Can you unzip me?" I called as I kicked off the heels.
I held my hair up so Dennis could get to the zipper. I held my dress up so it wouldn't drop after he unzipped me. I waited until he left the bathroom to let his sink to the floor.
Dennis stood outside the door to continue the conversation with me.

"Either way, do you think we're on their level?" Dennis asked through the door.

"No," I quickly replied, "they're international. We've just been discovered. We're not even close yet. I think our seating arrangements were a mistake," I said.
Dennis left it at that and allowed me to take my shower in peace.

The warm water ran down my body and relaxed my aching muscles and bones. I didn't notice how tense I was until I allowed myself to calm down. Half of me wanted this night to be over, so I could go to bed, and move on. The other half wanted to relive every event of the evening until time collapsed.
I washed all the hair spray out my hair and cleaned the makeup off of my face. The steam hazed my vision and made me feel a little dizzy, so I sat down and let the water pour on me like hot rain. I was still a little shocked that I got to meet someone as famous as One Direction and was even able to talk to one of the members. I knew that he would forget me by the end of the night, if he hadn't already. I should forget it too.
I turned off the shower before it ran out of hot water. I didn't want to run it all incase Dennis wanted to shower.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a long, white towel. I forgot to grab pajamas before going in. Dennis was already asleep on his bed, so it didn't matter that I changed right there. After I threw my clothes on, I noticed how Dennis was sleeping. He just fell on the bed and fell asleep. He was still dressed in his dress shirt, pants, and even had his shoes on. As he slept, I untied his shoes, and placed them by his bed. I climbed into my bed and clicked on the T.V. I had it on whatever channel was familiar, I wouldn't watch it anyway. I liked to write at this time of night.
I took the notebook and pen out of my bag, propped it up on my knees, and dragged the pen across the smooth, blank paper. Once the ink touched the white sheet, like fingertips on silk, I couldn't stop. I wrote every word that came to mind. I didn't care if it made sense or if it could form a song. I just wanted to write and create something.
My writing took up seven pages full pages, front, and back. I threw the notebook on the end table next to my bed. Then I ran my fingers through my drying hair and sighed. I couldn't tell if I was just tired or thinking too much, but I just wanted to roll over and sleep for days. I pulled the thick hotel blankets over my tiny body. They felt like weights, pinning me to the plush, soft bed. I aid in that bed for only a few seconds before falling into a cloud of sleep.

When the morning came, I didn't want to get out. I wanted to stay pinned under the blankets's weight for a few more days, until I was physically incapable of sleeping.