Sometimes, things are meant to be.

And sometimes they're not.

Unfortunately, the difference isn't always clear. And accepting that things aren't meant to be can be difficult. Sometimes, it's nearly impossible.

ob·ses·sion: /əbˈseSHən/
*the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
*a ruling/consuming passion.
"He cared for her with a devotion bordering on obsession."


7. Ch 6 - They're Here

We were up and ready by 8:30, despite our late night, and went back to our original hotel. But first, we stopped along the way for some amazing strawberry French toast at Cracker Barrel. There was really nothing to do except eat all day. But we did eventually end up going to Odyssey Fun World. It was like an arcade place that also had go-karts and such. Who knew we'd have such a great time acting like kids?

That night's show went down pretty much the same, minus the alcohol. We had some, but we weren't stupid about it again. We were in second row on Michael's side, though, aisle seats. It was perfect. At one point Luke was standing on his platform and was staring at us. I think he was trying to read our shirts. Mine said, "I prefer the guitarist," and Traci's said, "Lipstick, booze, and backstage passes."

But, again, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The show was par for the course. Though, we did find out later that the video of the live version of She's Kinda Hot was filmed that night. You can see us if you know where to look. It's our little claim to fame.

We didn't try to get a room at the same hotel again, because we didn't know if they'd be staying there that night. We figured they'd probably drive on through the night to Louisville since there was a show there in two days.

Waiting to board our plane the next morning, we summed up that we'd tried everything we could to meet the guys. The opportunity just hadn't been there. It wasn't meant to be. And we were okay with that, since we tried our best. We'd still had a blast, and that's what mattered. Besides, we still had two shows to go. Maybe we'd have better luck then.

The flight had been delayed an hour. And when we finally got on the plane and moved a few feet, it stopped and we were informed that there was a mechanical issue that need to be fixed before heading to the runway. We sat there for a while, and eventually the problem was fixed. But not really. We moved a few feet and stopped again. After a few minutes, the captain's voice came through the speakers saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to inform you that the mechanical problem we were experiencing is unfortunately worse than originally thought. We're going to have to be towed back to the gate and this flight will be cancelled." Basically, there was some kind of hydraulics leak or something. It sucked, but at least they caught it before we took off.

And of course, there were no more flights to Nashville that evening until around midnight. No way were we going to land in Nashville in the middle of the night and drive home afterwards. Thank goodness the airline paid for a hotel and another flight for us the next morning.

We were both upset, but Traci seemed to be taking it harder than me. I told her, "I've learned to not stress over things I can't control. And I also believe that everything happens for a reason. This is meant to be for some reason." She probably thought I was nuts, but those are two things I live by.

We made the necessary phone calls to our families and work, and were shuttled to the hotel. Since we had nothing to do, the first thing we did was search for information on the boys' whereabouts. But we couldn't find anything that said whether or not they'd gone on to Louisville or if they were still in Chicago. So then we decided to watch the video for She's Kinda Hot, which had premiered while we were on the plane. And that led us to watching other videos. Specifically, the one where Calum says, "Get us famous," and Michael says, "Yeah. That'd be cool." Oh, God. We were already exhausted and torn up about not being able to go home, and that sent us over the edge. Tears were shed, and it led to a deep, heartfelt rant on Traci's behalf.

To sum it up, she vented about how much she truly cared for the guys and how she wanted them to make good choices. We'd seen a lot of rumors that weekend that got to us. I'm not talking about in a jealous kind of way. Rather, our feelings came from a place of genuine concern for the guys and how their choices can affect their futures, both personally and professionally. We'd seen it happen with other groups we loved, and the thought of the band breaking up or earning a bad name broke our hearts.

After Traci had said her piece and I agreed with everything she said, we were both silent for a couple of minutes. Traci was scrolling through her phone again, and I was just staring at the ceiling.

Then, out of nowhere, I just had a feeling. I told Traci, "I feel like they're here."

"Do you?" she looked at me like I was crazy. "Why do you think that?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"Weird," she muttered, turning her attention back to the phone.

Then she suddenly blurted, "They're here. Shit, Bree, we gotta go!"

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