Chapter THIRTY-FIVE

C A L E B

"Are your parents out there yet?" Archer asked above the noise of the blow dryer the stylist was using on him. Max was sat beside him in front of the other vanity mirror, getting eyeliner drawn on his eyelid.

"Yup," I replied, my voice a bit louder than usual because of the amount of people in our dressing room currently, all of them going around trying to get things done before show time. "Got here about ten minutes ago. Jensen told me security assisted them to their seats."

Archer and Max's families had flown out for today's show. It was like a reunion of sorts, given that today was or last stop for this world tour. It's a bittersweet thing. The nerves are still there, even though we don't go on for another hour and a half, except now I don't ever want them to end.