bono_gal
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Hey, here's the 5th installment of my fanfic that nobody seems to read
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Hehe, no worries!
This one has a lot of conversation in it, so i think that it might be easier to read
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Anyways...
Disclaimer: Almost all of the following is complete crap. In the story none of the U2 boys are married or involved with anyone...and i am not a 16 year old girl
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As always complete bullpoo and something to keep me busy
Enjoy!
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It started with a dance…
The crowd applauds
Almighty cheers coming from every direction to send the band off the stage.
Screams from the women who were dying to be in my position and cheers from the men who loved them for music only reasons…..or so they lead us to believe ;-)
The band give their final waves to the generous audience inside the massive arena as they walk off stage.
Taking their earpieces out as they walk, releasing guitars from their masterful bodies and a certain motorbike lover carefully placing his drumsticks down.
I again signal to Adele our way of working to get us out of this maze.
She nods and we turn around to face the masses of people heading in the same direction.
I sigh and just wait patiently, casually chatting to Adele about the show and how sore my throat is after screaming “Oh, oho oh, oho oho, OHO oh, OHO oh!!!” for about 30-40 times during Pride.
“That was some show weren’t it?” Adele begins
“Yeah, it was amazing, I knew it would be good, but that was just out of this world!” I answer her with my hoarse voice.
“I can see how it was out of this world for you, ya lucky cow!”
“Haha, yeah, that was just an addition” I say winking at her, “Oh shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Wtf did he give me? Hang on a sec” I’m talking in a frenzied voice now, just like I was before the show….there’s just no calming me down!
I start patting my jeans and rummage through my pockets until I get to what Bono had given me up on the stage.
Ah-ha!
Gotcha
“What is it?” Adele asks.
Omg.
It’s a backstage pass!
“Here, look.” I answer
“Omg, Beck!”
“omg, omg, what am I supposed to do?!” I answer all hyper.
“Use it! Soft Girl!”
“ok, ok….Omg!!”
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“Is this were your supposed to go?” I ask Adele
“I don’t know do I. Haha, its not like I’ve been in this position a lot!”
“Oh, I’ll ask him” I say pointing at an Umpa-Lumpa. “Excuse me, excuse me! Is this where you go to meet the band?”
“Erm, yeah, yeah it is. Just go through there, turn right and go straight up the corridor go through the double doors and turn left, you’ll meet security there and they’ll ask to see your pass and everything.” He says jabbing his finger around telling us the directions.
“Ok, thanks for your help” Adele says….very flirty as well.
“No problem” The Umpa-Lumpa replies with a wink.
Oh, great, it’s started now!
“Hey there a minute, how many passes have you got there?” The man says before I start walking.
“Just the one.”
“Well, who’s using it then? Sorry, but you cant both go through on one pass.”
“That another of your policies?”
“Haha, yeah it is.”
I turn to face Adele.
“Well?” I ask
“Beck…go girl! You’re the one who idolises them! I’ll stay here with…”
“Paul” He butts in.
“Yeah, I’ll stay here with Paul…you go on ahead”
“You sure?” I ask
“Yeah, I’m positive now go!”
And I’m off….
I’m through there…
I’ve turned right…
And I’m walking up the corridor.
Looking at all the pictures on the walls….
Cup finals…
Bands…
The Asia Aid concert pictures.
Wow!
So through the double doors and turn left.
“Hey there, where are you going then?”
I look a bit puzzled, I’ve forgotten about security!
And he’s a big security man too.
“I’m going to meet the band, here you go” I say as I hand him the pass.
“Oh you’re the special one then?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve been told to wait for you, yours isn’t an ordinary pass…I know all about it.”
“Well what is it then? What’s wrong with it?
“Well, for starters it’s a flimsy piece of paper. Plus it hardly says *U2 Backstage Pass*”
“Haha, I know it doesn’t…Bono gave it to me when I was on stage”
“Yeah, Like I said, I heard…You’re the special one”
“What do you mean the *special one*?”
“Just go! Haha…he’s waiting for you….just go up there and through the next set of doors, you’ll see a room that says U2 on it. They’re all in there, just knock…they’ve dealt with the fans.”
I’m confused again but I go passed the security man.
“Thanks”
“Anytime”
So through the next set of doors. Look for a room.
Ok,ok.
Here we go.
The room
U2
Yeah that’s the one!
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Wow. Again!
My hand is shaking holding the *flimsy piece of paper*.
Do I knock?
Do I?
What if he looks at me and wonders who the hell I am?
What if Edge comes to the door and thinks I’m the local nutter who shakes a lot?
Well if you never try you’ll never know…
Hesitantly I raise my hand to knock at the door
Before I do….
“Hey there”
I look up expecting to see Bono with the grin on his face.
“Oh, hi“
I stand there completely star struck, like a child who is looking at Cinderella standing, staring at her.
“Is there a problem?”
“Erm, nope, I don’t really know what I’m doing here, I got given this on stage but now I’m all of a dither!”
“Oh, it’s no problem, haha, you’re not the first one…just go straight on in, we’re having a few drinks before we head out.”
“Oh, ok”
“I’ll see you in there in a few minutes….the little boys room, you know.”
“Haha, see you later.”
OMG
Larry Mullen Jr, just told me he needed to go pee!
Now, that’s not something that happens everyday.
So his fine arse takes his legs and the rest of him down the corridor to the toilets and I’m left there.
He said just go on in.
Should I?
Yeah, yeah I should….he seemed nice, not as moody as he usually looks, so I think its safe.
I walk in during a conversation….which eases my nerves slightly.
“I dunno though, it doesn’t usually happen like that does it?” Bono asks Edge.
“No, I don’t think so, but hey, there’s a first time for everything!”
Bursts of laughter pour out of all three of the boys’ mouths.
I’m just standing in the room like a lamp.
“Hey, hey! There she is!” Bono says
“Who?” Adam asks.
“Oh, hey…you’re the one Fred Astair dragged up tonight aren’t you?” Edge asks.
“Yeah, haha, Fred Astair…he acts like it!” I reply with a smile that is targeted at the dancing beauty
What am I doing?
I’m not allowed to say Bono acts like Fred Astair!
What was I thinking?!
“Hey, you weren’t complaining!” Bono says to me with a giggle in his voice.
“True, true”
“Come sit over here, you look all lonely standing there.”
I edge over to Bono, who’s sitting there with the biggest smile on his face.
I look over at Edge and Adam, and I catch Edge whispering to him.
I sit down on the very plush sofa.
Oooh, this is comfy…I think to myself.
Oh what I could do on this…
Wait, no!
I cant have thoughts now! I have to concentrate…
On what though?
He’s fine!
I should just pounce on him and hope Edge and Adam join in…
Oh, now that’d be good…
No!
I feel like slapping myself in the face.
But I don’t and I rejoin the 3 lads in the land of sane people.
“I cant believe she did that though, I mean, we worked on that for about 6 months!” Says Adam.
“Out of order, that’s what she is. Doncha think?” Bono says looking at me and expecting an answer.
Shit, I weren’t listening!
“Yeah, she definitely shouldn’t have done that…I mean what right did she have?”
Oh now, that was nice….well done Becks.
“Exactly….its pathetic!” Adam seems to agree with what I said…even though I don’t know what he is going on about.
I look up at Bono again as the conversation continues, he turns his head to face me and gives me a wink.
I giggle to myself and start to pay attention to the conversation which has gone too far for me to know what it’s about.
I notice Bono moving slightly closer to me, not much but ever so slightly closer to me.
He makes my heart beat faster and faster.
He leans over to grab his drink.
“Would you like a drink?” He asks.
Now…
What to do.
Be polite and say no?
Or do what I want to do and say yeah ‘cos I’m gasping for one ever since that concert about 45minutes ago.
Oh, bugger it, if I don’t have a drink my mouth wont be able to speak at all.
And if I do have a drink I’ll be at his mercy…
Oooh…
No! God what’s wrong with me?!
Shit, I’ve gotta answer him.
“Erm, what have you got?”
“Anything you want.”
You…
Dammit!
“Erm, JD and Coke please….if you wouldn’t mind.”
“No, probs.”
He gets up to go and pour it out for me and I sit patiently listening to Edge and Adams conversation…pretending I’m paying attention, but not really doing it ‘cos I’m star struck!
“Here ya go babe”
I look up and there’s Bono, standing there with the drink.
Babe?!
Hahaha!
The Lead singer from the worlds leading Rock band just called me Babe!
Haha!
Dunno why I’m laughing!
“Thanks.” I say, taking the drink and giving B a smile.
He smiles back and sits down next to me again.
Only this time, a lot closer than before.
He casually leans back against the sofa and slips his arm around my shoulder.
Uh-oh.
A million and one thoughts run through my brain and I’m powerless to control them.
I look to my right, to see his hand.
His big, manly paw, sitting on my shoulder relaxed.
His fingers all spread out on the top of my arm and moving around it, stroking it. And then sneaking under the arm of my t-shirt as I sit there in a daze just watching him.
He looks down and smiles again but draws me into his chest as he sits there.
And, I’m not one to argue!
So, here I am leaning on Bono’s chest.
Why does he do this to us girls?
I’d love to ask him what the meaning is.
I mean, its not hard for him to stop me drooling all over his shirt.
All he has do is button the shirt up right!
God!
Hmm…
He’s fine though, so its allowed.
Hmm…..
My thoughts are interrupted as…
“Oh hey Lars, get us another drink please will ya mate.” Bono shouts over to Larry who has just made his entrance.
“Get it yaself lazy ass”
“Ah c’mon, don’t be all like that, just get us one”
He huffs at Bono but goes to get him a drink.
Hmm…
That chest…
His shirt.
Only partially open…
Just enough room for me to slip my hand in there.
Or would that be slutty?
Yeah that’d be slutty
But I wanna be slutty!
Oh no…control yaself girl.
And I do it quite well too!
An Umpa-Lumpa bursts into the room to take me away from my thoughts.
“Mr. Mullen, the car is outside.”
“Oh, ok…come on then lads, we’re hittin the road.” Larry signals for the boys to make headway.
I’m becoming worried now….is that it?
Oh, that’s crap!
“You have to come with me.” Bono says grabbing my hand as he stands up hastily.
“Come where?”
“Vienna”
“Vienna? As in Austria?”
“Yeah, Come there with me tonight. Please.”
“Erm, omg, are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Well, what about…”
“Well, what about what? What’s stopping you?”
“My job for starters!”
“You don’t have to worry about it.” he says kissing my hand.
I hoist myself up and agree to go with him and the band.
“No, wait.”
“What?”
“Shit, Adele!”
“Who?”
“Adele, my friend who I came here with. What am I going to do about her?”
“well, she can come if you want” He says giving me a little wink.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say laughing.
“Nothing, where is she then?”
“She’s in the stadium with some bloke she was flirting with before. Slut that she is!” I say with a giggle as I rummage for my phone.
“Oh right…well maybe she wont want to join us, that’s good” He says slipping his arms around my waist
“Hmm, maybe.”
“Come on, what are you doing? You can see her on the way out!” He’s withdrawn from my waist and is now in a hurry!
“But you’re going out the back exit”
“Nah, that’s were the mobs are, haha...we‘re one step ahead of that game.”
“Glad to see you’re not on your high horse!”
“Oh, c’mon will ye.”
“Okay!”
He grabs my hand and whisks me away…