One Shot
Wow, it was actually here. Tonight was the final night of the South American part of the Femme Fetal tour. To be honest, this was my favorite part of the entire tour. Not because the crowd was amazingly energetic, which they were, or because of the awesome crew we had, which was great too. As great as those things were, it just wasn’t what made me like the tour so much. The reason I was in love with this tour was because of Britney’s opening act, Joe Jonas. Yup, Joe Jonas, the amazingly talented and super sexy man himself. When I found out he would be touring with us, I freaked out. I guess you could say I’d had a bit of a crush on him since he came out with his brothers. And maybe, just maybe, I had hoped that we could get to know each other a little bit, during the month we were on tour together. That part never quite happened. Yeah, I saw him every night, in between shows, and he would occasionally come to rehearsals or just hang out with us whenever we had some free time. But we never had any, individual, one on one time to get to know each other. But, putting all of that aside, tonight was our final show in South America and Joe’s last show with us. I knew we had to do everything possible to make it one of the best ones yet. And that’s exactly what I planned to do.
I was hanging out backstage, watching Joe from the TV in our dressing room, when I had, what I believed to be the greatest idea. Politely, I excused myself from the room and ran down the hall to Britney’s dressing room. I gently knocked on the door before letting myself in. At first, I didn’t see her there so I assumed she had left to get something and would be
there shortly, so I just decided to sit on the couch and wait until she returned. About 5 minutes later, I heard footsteps getting closer to the door and braced myself to tell Britney my plan. But whoever was at the door was clearly not Britney because they knocked. Why would she knock on her own door? “That’s strange” I said, aloud, by accident. The person at the other side of the door started speaking and instantly, I recognized the voice. “Brit? It’s me, Joe, I’ve got a question for you. Can you open up?” He was so polite, swoon! I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t Britney so whatever his question was, odds were I wouldn’t be able to answer it. But I felt bad making him stand out there like a loner. So I got up from the couch, walked over to the door, and opened it. Joe looked shocked to see me standing there. “You’re not Britney.” He said, stating the obvious. On some guys, that would be annoying. But with Joe, it was adorable! I giggled a little bit. “No, I’m not. I’m-” Before I had a chance to introduce myself, Joe cut me off. “You’re Miley, one of Brit’s main dancers. I know who you are.” I was shocked, Joe Jonas actually knew who I was. “Yes, I am. How’d you know my name?” I was curious to know. After my question, I noticed he had gotten a bit red. I thought it was so cute. “I may have asked some of my people to get a little bit of information about you.” I was just about to respond and tell him that I thought it was cute when the door opened. Together, Joe and I looked from each other, to the door, where Britney was standing. “Is everything alright?” She asked, with some concern in her voice. That was always how she was, very motherly towards her crew. “Everything’s fine. I just had a question for you…” Joe and I both said at the same time. Britney started laughing. “Y’all are too cute! Miles, would you mind
waiting outside for a couple minutes? Just so I can answer Joe’s question first, and then I’ll get right to you, I promise.” I nodded my head and was about to exit the room, as requested, but was stopped by Joe. “Miles, wait..” He called me Miles, that’s something only people really close to me could call me. “Yeah, Joe?” I turned around to see Joe was no longer facing me, but instead, Britney. “She was here first. So I’ll go wait outside and then after she finishes asking you what she needs to, I’ll come back in and ask you my question.” Before there was any time to respond, Joe was on his way out the door. But, right before he left, he stopped in front of me, winked, and then walked out the door.
Britney walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She twisted off the cap and took a long sip. Then, after swallowing, she walked to her couch, sat down and patted the spot next to her. I took her offer and sat down. “So, what’s this question you have for me?” “Well, its not exactly. It’s more of a suggestion slash question….” I trailed off. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I should just not say anything and keep it to myself. “Go on.” Britney encouraged me. So I did. I told her my plan and now all I could do was wait to find out her response.
While Britney and the other dancers messed around and teased the audience, I was backstage, grabbing tonight’s lucky man. I was so surprised that Brit was cool with this and went along with the plan, she was amazing. I walked down the hall until I was at the room I was looking for. The sign on the door read Joe Jonas. “Perfect.” I said aloud, right before knocking on
the door. 30 seconds later, the door opened and there was Joe. You could tell he liked my outfit, I liked his too. “I-is everything o-okay?” He asked. I nodded my head and reached my hand out towards him. I knew he was confused about what was going on but it would all make sense in a few minutes.
I lead Joe all the way from his dressing room back out to the floor, right in front of the stage. “You.” Britney pointed to Joe and, using her pointer finger, gestured for him to go up there. He looked so lost. It was my job to get him up there. So, once again, I took his hand, and this time, brought him up on stage. Then, it finally registered with Joe what was about to happen. I took the microphone from one of the other dancers and spoke into it as I led Joe to the convertible that had been placed on stage, just for this number. “Joe, it’s your last night, all we need you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” As I talked, one of the other dancers handcuffed Joe’s arms to the pole that was right behind him, so he couldn’t move. After my little “speech,” the music started, the lights got dimmer, Britney began singing, and the dancers worked their routine. Even though there were four other dancers, and Britney, Joe’s eyes were fixed on me the entire time. So I thought it was only fair for me to give this performance my all, and that’s exactly what I did.
“He’s never coming back…” Britney spoke into her microphone. All the dancers waved goodbye and the car we were riding on top of got pushed backstage. That meant it was the end of that particular performance. But, for some reason, I didn’t feel like it was the end of me and Joe. My theory proved to be correct later that evening. As soon as I uncuffed Joe from the pole, he used his now free hands to pull me down on his lap and give him the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Without breaking the kiss, Joe and I got up from the car and made it all the way to his dressing room. Ever so casually, he slammed the door shut with his foot and then locked it. I knew what was going to happen and I was totally ready
for it. As we began to undress each other, Joe quietly sang to me. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight. I wanna rock with you ‘til sunlight. Can I? Let me do all the little things you like?” I looked him in the eyes and smiled at him. “I would love it if you made me yours.” And that’s exactly what he did that night.
I was hanging out backstage, watching Joe from the TV in our dressing room, when I had, what I believed to be the greatest idea. Politely, I excused myself from the room and ran down the hall to Britney’s dressing room. I gently knocked on the door before letting myself in. At first, I didn’t see her there so I assumed she had left to get something and would be
there shortly, so I just decided to sit on the couch and wait until she returned. About 5 minutes later, I heard footsteps getting closer to the door and braced myself to tell Britney my plan. But whoever was at the door was clearly not Britney because they knocked. Why would she knock on her own door? “That’s strange” I said, aloud, by accident. The person at the other side of the door started speaking and instantly, I recognized the voice. “Brit? It’s me, Joe, I’ve got a question for you. Can you open up?” He was so polite, swoon! I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t Britney so whatever his question was, odds were I wouldn’t be able to answer it. But I felt bad making him stand out there like a loner. So I got up from the couch, walked over to the door, and opened it. Joe looked shocked to see me standing there. “You’re not Britney.” He said, stating the obvious. On some guys, that would be annoying. But with Joe, it was adorable! I giggled a little bit. “No, I’m not. I’m-” Before I had a chance to introduce myself, Joe cut me off. “You’re Miley, one of Brit’s main dancers. I know who you are.” I was shocked, Joe Jonas actually knew who I was. “Yes, I am. How’d you know my name?” I was curious to know. After my question, I noticed he had gotten a bit red. I thought it was so cute. “I may have asked some of my people to get a little bit of information about you.” I was just about to respond and tell him that I thought it was cute when the door opened. Together, Joe and I looked from each other, to the door, where Britney was standing. “Is everything alright?” She asked, with some concern in her voice. That was always how she was, very motherly towards her crew. “Everything’s fine. I just had a question for you…” Joe and I both said at the same time. Britney started laughing. “Y’all are too cute! Miles, would you mind
waiting outside for a couple minutes? Just so I can answer Joe’s question first, and then I’ll get right to you, I promise.” I nodded my head and was about to exit the room, as requested, but was stopped by Joe. “Miles, wait..” He called me Miles, that’s something only people really close to me could call me. “Yeah, Joe?” I turned around to see Joe was no longer facing me, but instead, Britney. “She was here first. So I’ll go wait outside and then after she finishes asking you what she needs to, I’ll come back in and ask you my question.” Before there was any time to respond, Joe was on his way out the door. But, right before he left, he stopped in front of me, winked, and then walked out the door.
Britney walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She twisted off the cap and took a long sip. Then, after swallowing, she walked to her couch, sat down and patted the spot next to her. I took her offer and sat down. “So, what’s this question you have for me?” “Well, its not exactly. It’s more of a suggestion slash question….” I trailed off. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I should just not say anything and keep it to myself. “Go on.” Britney encouraged me. So I did. I told her my plan and now all I could do was wait to find out her response.
While Britney and the other dancers messed around and teased the audience, I was backstage, grabbing tonight’s lucky man. I was so surprised that Brit was cool with this and went along with the plan, she was amazing. I walked down the hall until I was at the room I was looking for. The sign on the door read Joe Jonas. “Perfect.” I said aloud, right before knocking on
the door. 30 seconds later, the door opened and there was Joe. You could tell he liked my outfit, I liked his too. “I-is everything o-okay?” He asked. I nodded my head and reached my hand out towards him. I knew he was confused about what was going on but it would all make sense in a few minutes.
I lead Joe all the way from his dressing room back out to the floor, right in front of the stage. “You.” Britney pointed to Joe and, using her pointer finger, gestured for him to go up there. He looked so lost. It was my job to get him up there. So, once again, I took his hand, and this time, brought him up on stage. Then, it finally registered with Joe what was about to happen. I took the microphone from one of the other dancers and spoke into it as I led Joe to the convertible that had been placed on stage, just for this number. “Joe, it’s your last night, all we need you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” As I talked, one of the other dancers handcuffed Joe’s arms to the pole that was right behind him, so he couldn’t move. After my little “speech,” the music started, the lights got dimmer, Britney began singing, and the dancers worked their routine. Even though there were four other dancers, and Britney, Joe’s eyes were fixed on me the entire time. So I thought it was only fair for me to give this performance my all, and that’s exactly what I did.
“He’s never coming back…” Britney spoke into her microphone. All the dancers waved goodbye and the car we were riding on top of got pushed backstage. That meant it was the end of that particular performance. But, for some reason, I didn’t feel like it was the end of me and Joe. My theory proved to be correct later that evening. As soon as I uncuffed Joe from the pole, he used his now free hands to pull me down on his lap and give him the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Without breaking the kiss, Joe and I got up from the car and made it all the way to his dressing room. Ever so casually, he slammed the door shut with his foot and then locked it. I knew what was going to happen and I was totally ready
for it. As we began to undress each other, Joe quietly sang to me. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight. I wanna rock with you ‘til sunlight. Can I? Let me do all the little things you like?” I looked him in the eyes and smiled at him. “I would love it if you made me yours.” And that’s exactly what he did that night.