Karen dressed carefully in preparation for the concert that night, examining her appearance in the mirror from every angle. Low-riding jeans hung just right on her hips, baring her taut belly and the jewel she had recently had placed in her belly button. A pale blue baby Tee clung low enough on her breasts to tease, emphasizing her curved waist, stopping just above her belly and she added a pink cropped sweater though she was sure she wouldn't need it. Her soft, shiny brunette hair hung in waves around her heart-shaped face, for once doing exactly what she wanted. She had added just a touch of mascara to her dark lashes to bring out her dark brown eyes, some pink gloss to her lips. Her color was already high in her cheeks with excitement.
She had been sweet on Keith Urban since he first appeared on the music scene and had been fortunate enough to see him on stage a few times. Each time, he just got hotter, both musically and physically, and he had played a major part in many a fantasy for her when she was alone. This time, she had scored front row tickets, not an easy feat, but she had done it. Briefly, she had considered bringing a sign, but she had other plans tonight and didn't want to draw the type of attention a sign might. The key was to travel light.
Tonight, she planned to meet him in person and that plan called for some cunning.
The concert was amazing as it was every time that man hit the stage; he generated enough heat to send the women into a frenzy as his fingers danced along the frets of his guitar. He played them all as well as he played his instrument, his fingers coaxing sighs and moans as well as frenzied screams. Karen had stripped her sweater off at the beginning, feeling the heat though the room itself was cool. Not one moment had actually been spent in her seat; along with everyone else, she was on her feet dancing and singing along with every song. Once or twice, lost in the music, she had caught Keith's eye on her as she danced and she had returned his dazzling grin.
Near the end of the concert, though she was sorry to miss the last songs and encores still to come, she put her plan into action. It wasn't going to be easy and would call for split-second timing as well as a ton of luck. If she were caught, she would be ejected, but she had to try. She moved to the side of the stage, fanning herself as if she were over-heated, keeping her eyes ostensibly on Keith, but eyeing the guards carefully. They were gathered in a small group on her end, talking above the music and laughing, but keeping an eye on the crowd. Karen caught the eye of one and winked, but put her attention back on Keith, hoping they would think he was her focus.
Luck was on her side as it happened. It was nearing the 90 minute mark in the concert when a woman near Karen's side suddenly fainted, holding her hand on her chest. The guards surged forward, two of them taking charge, the other two flanking them. The minute their attention focused on the woman, Karen took her chance and slipped quietly behind the barrier and into the darkness.
It had been much easier than she had thought or hoped to gain access to his dressing room. The rooms were on the same floor, halfway around the venue. With everyone behind the stage focused on Keith, there was no one around as she wandered the hall, stealthily seeking his dressing room. She grinned when she reached the door; someone had helpfully placed his name under a gold star on the door and she silently thanked that helpful person as she tried the knob. It turned easily in her hand and, just like that, she was inside Keith Urban's dressing room!
The room was much what she had expected, a couch against one wall, a coffee table with a basket of fruit on it and several bottles of Fiji water, Keith's water of choice. On the other wall was a vanity with a large mirror with lights surrounding it, the only light on in the room, except for that coming from an open door across from her. Curious, she crossed the room to peek around the door, cautiously in case anyone was there. Inside was a small washroom with a toilet, sink and large free-standing shower. Sconces on the walls gave off warm, not bright, light.
Karen's heart was beating fast and she was sure she could hear it reverberate around the room as she walked around. Her palms were sweating, her breathing rapid. Deep down inside, she really didn't think she would make it this far and her mind was blank. What would she do if or when Keith walked in? What if he just called security? She shrugged, thinking she really had nothing to lose since they would just toss her out. She grinned as she took another look around the room. At least she would have made it this far!
Checking her watch, she saw it had taken a scant ten minutes to get this far. Keith's shows regularly lasted two hours sometimes more so she had some time to wait. Skirting the coffee table, she sat down on the couch, leaning on the cushion. An idea hit her and she slipped off her cowboy boots, pushing them slightly under the couch. At least if they tossed her, she'd have a few minutes to find and put them on and she might even get an autograph out of the delay. Curling her feet under her on the couch, she leaned back on the cushion again, breathing deeply. The excitement faded bit by bit as she breathed, her eyelids eventually fluttering down and her head dropping to the cushion as she dozed off.
The sound of the door knob turning and voices awoke her and she looked around blankly before realizing where she was. The door was just cracked open a few inches, a male hand on the gold knob and she heard a male voice with an Australian accent talking to someone, laughing at something said too quietly for her to hear.
"Give me 30 minutes to shower, change and relax, mate?" He laughed again, a hearty sound that brought a smile to Karen's face as she leaned back into the couch. She knew she was about to be discovered with one flick of the light switch and she tried to prepare herself. To her surprise, Keith didn't turn on the overhead lights. Instead, he slipped inside and shut the door, pushing the lock and leaning back against it with his head tilted back, eyes closed.
She tilted her head to study him, enjoying the sight while he took a moment to get his bearings. His shaggy blond hair was slick with sweat, sticking against the sides of his face. Her eyes followed down, noting the three silver earrings, traveling down his jaw-line with the darker days-old scruff and down the strong column of his brown throat. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed and she thought he might turn to where she sat for some water. When he didn't, she continued to run her eyes down his body; his thin T-shirt was wet with his sweat and clung to his body revealing strong, muscled arms and just a hint of the taut leanly muscled body beneath.
He suddenly opened his eyes, pushing off the door and headed for the bathroom, stripping his shirt off as he walked. He tossed it on the floor, holding the door jamb as he toed off first one boot and then the other, revealing bare feet. Karen smiled as she saw them; bare feet and jeans were just about the sexiest things a man could wear and she had to stop herself from commenting. This was much better than a simple meeting and autograph!
