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The crowd was going wild in their seats. It was Camila Cabello's best concert in a long time, and everyone seemed to know it and enjoy being able to watch it live. Encore followed encore as the wild fans got exactly what they wanted and more.
Logan Blackwood was just one of those crazy fans enjoying their superstar's generosity and a wish to spoil her fans for all that they've done for her. However, in his case, he was about to get much more from his idol than anyone here would ever dare to imagine.
His realistic expectations and normal-sized ego prevented him from thinking that when she had pointed into the audience seemingly straight at him, she was truly pointing at him. She, however, was doing just that, as the staff member currently crawling on the ground and making his way through the various seats to Logan's one very much proved by his actions.
When the staff member slammed the post-it note he was carrying on the underside of logan's seat, the young hunk did feel something strange, but when he looked down, the quick-moving staffer was already gone.
Receiving the signal that everything was ready to go, Camila finished the song she was now singing and spoke to her audience.
"Thank you all so much my loves! You have no idea how much I love all of you and how much I appreciate that you're always there for me. You know that I'd love to keep spoiling you with encores, buuut..." she teasingly said, making it clear that following that elongated, "but," was going to be something even better than encores could be. "You guys deserve something much better to end this show with. So, as one of America's greatest stars might do, look under your seats and see what you have there!" she enthusiastically announced.
When they did so, the fans went crazy. For a good reason. Just as if they were the audience on Oprah's show, when they looked under their seats, they found sweet, if a little small considering how many of them had to be created, stacks of cash glued to the chairs.
What was under their seats were almost all of the profits made from the tour this concert was the last part of, specifically, almost all of the profits that weren't already used to pay off the people who worked to make this show happen in the first place.
This, for Camila, was one of the best parts of being a multimillionaire celebrity. She already had everything she could possibly want! With her life being what it was, she could easily throw around a few million in a day like this, especially when what she actually wanted had nothing to do with any of that money.
Indeed, what, or better said, who she wanted, was currently looking at the pink sticky note hastily attached to the stack of cash he had on the underside of his seat, and the message that was written on it in red.
"Come backstage to meet me hunky boy, XOXO."
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When the show had come to a close, Logan did exactly as he was told on the note. About half of the other fans were already gone while the remaining half was just about to disappear as well, so, it was a surprisingly quick walk to the backstage, with no random lines to wait in for anything.
For a couple of moments, he had fully expected the staff members to at least try to stop him when it became clear where he was making his way to, but when no one so much as batted an eye on him, he finally realized that, yes, he truly was wanted and this wasn't just some weird dream of his.
Finally, he found the door he was looking for.
"Come in! The door's open!" she called out at him from her private room, aware of his presence before he had even knocked or otherwise announced himself.
With an amused look on his face, Logan looked at the camera on the top of the wall next to him, before opening the door and stepping in.
There she was, the superstar he had been passionately following for the last couple of years, still dressed in that shiny dress she wore on stage.
"Ah, there you are! Finally, I was getting a bit worried," she welcomed him as she jumped to her feet and started walking towards him, arms outstretched and ready to hug him while he just pinched himself to once again convince himself that this wasn't a dream. "What's your name by the way? We were so focused on everything else that we forgot to check that," the Cuban beauty said.
"Erm, Logan Blackwood," he shyly replied, unsure of what to do in this situation.
"Nice to meet you Logan, you probably know who I am, right?" she sarcastically asked.
"The best woman on the face of the planet," he half-jokingly replied, some of his self-confidence returning to him.
"Ahh, don't be so rash, I don't think your mom would've liked to hear something like that."
"She agrees, we're both huge fans," he replied matter-of-factly. "Unfortunately, she had to work today."
"Mmmm," the singer replied, her caramel eyes scanning his tall body as she did so. "I see."
Somewhat uncomfortable at being checked out like this, he took a small step backward, before completely freezing and realizing that he was utterly clueless as to how to act in this situation.
OK, this was truly happening. He had already established that multiple times. She truly called him in here, to meet with her alone, while calling him "hunky boy" in that note. Not that that was the first time any woman had called him something like that, nor was this the first time a woman had asked him out or arranged a meeting with him alone to seduce him... but those were
