In all honesty, the number of reasons that Franziska should not be backstage at the the Hobgoblin show was not even close to funny. One, She didn't have a backstage pass. Two, she didn't even have a ticket for the show. Three, her father said she wasn't allowed to go, hence is why she didn't have a ticket. Four, she could get in loads of trouble, because what chance was there that Stubby would even remember her. He had thousands of girls batting their eyes at him. And the reason she was there? Only because she wanted to see Stubby. How ridiculous was that?

So when Stubby came backstage it really took some self restraint not to just run up to him and assume that he remembered her. She really had to remain low-key because most of the people backstage were the bands close friends and only a few fans that had won some contests or had loads of money to pay their way in. Franzy really had no idea how she got past the high security but she did know that if she drew attention to herself she would be thrown out. So she nonchalantly put herself in his line of sight by going over and getting some butterbeer that was so kindly provided.

Breathless and still flushed with the excitement of their performance, the band's arrival backstage was heralded by a cacophony of excited voices as those with backstage passes pushed forward to congratulate them on another successful show. At the center of most of the commotion was, of course, the leading man himself; he stood in the middle of a small group of fans, mostly young girls, who had flocked to him immediately, all of them clutching their passes and thrusting quills and paper at him for signatures. The other band members were already sinking into the cushions of the seats that had been provided, engaging in significantly more interesting conversation with the other few people that had been permitted backstage. But Stubby took his role as front man in stride. Smirking charmingly at the ladies in turn, he flirted innocently with each of them, offering winks and compliments along with his signature, even posing in a few pictures for the excited teens. It was during the process of signing one girl's program that he caught sight of her. A casual glance upward was quickly turned to a double-take, conversation muted halfway from his mouth. Just as a confused crease was beginning to form along the fan's brow, he regained his composure, hurriedly finishing his business and excusing himself politely. Breaking free from the group amidst some pouting and sighing, Stubby stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks as he made his way casually towards her. "Hey there, little darlin'. You look awful familiar." His voice was low, lest anyone else hear; he was all too aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing a pass. The girl had been at his last show... of course he remembered.

A slight panic rushed through Franzy as Stubby started walking towards her and it could only be a good thing or a very bad thing, no in between really. Was it too obvious that she hadn't rushed over there with the other girls? Oh she was so stupid, of course it was. She probably stood out greatly standing all alone and now he was coming over to kick her out. With all these panicky thoughts running through her head she didn't even notice that he was standing right next to her and then he spoke and she calmed down. She looked familiar. That was such a relief.

"Ah yea...I was at your last show." she said not able to stop a deep blush from creeping up her neck. "Franziska... Franzy... we talked for a bit..." and snogged a bit but she thought it best to leave that last part off. She fidgeted with her hands because she didn't have a quill or a pass or anything to hold on to and she was certain it was obvious and oh maybe sneaking in wasn't such a good idea.

He leaned his hip against the refreshment table, tilting his head at her as he regarded the flush of color creeping into her cheeks. Oh yea. He definitely remembered her. Contrary to the flirtatious behavior he exhibited towards the female population as a whole, Stubby honestly wasn't one to just go around snogging with random girls. No, this one had been... well... He cleared his throat and grinned, removing his hands from his pockets and shrugging the perfectly tailored suit jacket from his shoulders in one fluid motion. It was damn hot in here. Winking at her, he leaned across her and fetched himself a butterbeer as well, saluting her with it before he brought it to his lips and took a gracious sip. "Mhm. I remember you. Franzy." His voice was still low, and as he let his ice blue eyes examine her more closely he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch one soft raven curl that was playing along her cheek. He remembered winding his fingers through that hair when they kissed. Chuckling to himself, he glanced around before leaning towards her conspiratorially. "It seems this time you don't have proper clearance, love. Quite stealthy... how'd you manage?" He laughed to show that he wasn't angry and gently took her hand, beginning to lead her down the hallway, away from the prying eyes of the manager and the press that would shortly be swarming in for interviews. He waved encouragingly at his bodyguard when he stepped forward. "Don't worry, mate. This bird's with me." A short ways down the hall he finally spotted an empty room and ushered her inside; he'd assumed taking her to his dressing room would be a bit presumptuous. Afterall, he just wanted some time to talk to her alone. As fantastic as the kissing had been, the girl's personality had been what set her apart from the other girls he saw on a daily basis.

If it was even possible Franzy turned a deeper shade of red and oh this was so embarrassing yet not at the same time. If that even made any since which it probably didn't because half of Franzy thoughts were so frazzled she cold barely make a coherent sentence. It wasn't this hard the first time around! "I uh... have no idea really. I must of gotten lucky. I would of bought a ticket but uh..." she trailed off. He really didn't need to know that her father had said she wasn't allow to come because he thought she was too enamored with him and that it was all rather fruitless. She let him take her hand and lead her off down the hallway, honestly, who wouldn't? She followed in silence too amazed that he was taking her off somewhere again to speak.

"The show was great." she said once they entered the empty room finding her voice again. "well at least what I caught of it while avoiding the security guards. Which, I don't think you have enough of, by the way."

"Apparently not," he said with a laugh, closing the door behind them before turning to face her, the jacket he had shed now slung over one shoulder. Releasing her hand with some reluctance, he made his way past her, a distinct swagger in his step tat bordered on a prowl. Swinging the jacket off his shoulder, he allowed it to fall over the arm of the small couch that furnished the room before working at loosening his tie, taking another swig of butterbeer and licking the foam from his upper lip. He finally turned to face her again, long thin body leaning back against the side of the sofa, regarding her with an expression of amusement clearly emphasized on his face. He found the fact that she had snuck her way past some of the best security wizards completely amazing and utterly endearing. Sliding one palm along the side of his head to smooth his hair, he finally spoke again. "You can sit, you know. Looks like you're all tensed up from sneaking around. Relax, doll." He gestured to the couch he was currently leaning against and smoothly swung his hips so that he was seated upon one of the cushions, leaving the one next to him open invitingly. Spreading his long arms along the backrest, he sighed as he finally allowed himself to truly relax. "I'm glad you came," he said honestly. "I didn't think I'd see you again." A brilliant smile was flashed in her direction; there was more than just flattery behind the words and gesture.

"I...well you would be tense too if you just snuck backstage to one of the most popular wizards band's concerts. Very stressful, you know." she said sitting down finally relaxing a bit. "But it turns out that it was very much worth the risk. I am sitting here with you after all."
Oh he was glad that she came. How exciting was that! And guh that smile. Franzy didn't think she'd ever stop blushing. "Well I didn't think you'd remember me."

"I can imagine," he solemnly sympathized, though the playfully lopsided smirk he offered showed that he was joking with her. He raised his brows in surprise at her confession, twisting his torso towards her. "Why wouldn't I remember you?" he inquired softly, and this time he actually did reach out and brush that ringlet behind her ear, letting his knuckle glide ever so gently against her face before letting it fall back into his lap, wondering what had possessed him to do that. He covered up his momentary lapse with another charming chuckle, shaking his head slowly and hoping she didn't think he was daft.

Franzy really thought she would just melt into the couch when he tucked her hair behind her ear, because this really couldn't be happening again could it? It was just so far fetched. Yea she snogged him once before but then again who knew how many girls he went off and snogged after his shows. "Oh I don't know, you're some famous singer that has thousands of adoring fans and knows other famous women, and I'm just a regular ol' school girl." she managed with a laugh, barely. "Honestly, I never thought I'd make it this far. I thought I'd've been caught and tossed out within minutes." Oh she must of sounded like such a lame fan girl. Really.

He shook his head again and set the butterbear down on the small coffee table by his shins, straightening to look at her directly. He knew that she, just like everyone else, assumed that just because he was a rock star he was immediately a bit of a slut and liked to bed hundred of girls every time he toured. But he wasn't like that, not even a bit. Sure, he flirted and he might have kissed a few girls here and there, but promiscuity just wasn't his bag. "You might be a school girl, but I wouldn't call you regular." He sighed and clasped his fingers at the back of his neck, glancing up at the ceiling before rolling his neck to the side to look at her askance. "And just between me and you..." And here he leaned towards her a bit, azure eyes catching her dark ones and holding them, "I don't just kiss any bird who walks backstage. Famous women, screaming fans... I love them, I really do. Just not enough to snog them, you know love?" He smirked and shrugged, drawing himself from the intensity of her gaze with a bit of difficulty. He barely knew this girl... they had simply ended up talking after she had fallen at one of his shows a few months ago and had been taken backstage. And then afterwards had shared.... a kiss. Well. More than one. But still. It was strange that he found himself still so drawn to her. "And besides. How can I forget you when you keep finding these unusual ways of getting my attention?" He nudged her with his elbow and winked.

Franzy flushed once again. "You know if you keep this up, my face will never return to is normal color and I'm not particularly fond of being red for the rest of my days." she said with a laugh. Although, ohmigosh, if he didn't go and snogged all his fans that meant that he really liked her and it wasn't just some... cruel joke the universe wanted to play on her. She also felt bad that she assumed that she went off and kissed everyone. "And then the next time I try to sneak backstage, I won't be able to because every one will notice me because I'll be this horrible shade of red."

"Red suits you, though." He smirked and leaned his head against his outstretched arm, slouching down against the cushions and crossing his ankle over his knee. A few moments passed before he shifted again, drawing one arm across his chest to begin unfastening the buttons at his wrist. He glanced back at her, sapphire regard examining her calmly before he asked in that soft, lilting voice, "So why did you sneak back here?" He couldn't help but grin at her. Of course he knew the answer, but he was having such a grand time making her blush that he just couldn't stop. He began to unfasten his other sleeve, the tip of his tongue poking from between his lips in concentration.

Ohh now he was just it on purpose and it was it really wasn't fair, but she was nearly as nervous as she was before. "Because I fancy the drummer terribly. It's rather pathetic how much I like him, really." she deadpanned, smirking only slightly. Her eyes left hes for a moment focusing on his lips as his attention was turned to unbuttening his shirt.

He smirked and looked up at her, noting that her gaze had dropped somewhat beneath his eyes to stare at his mouth. Smirking, he turned back to her and brought the arm he'd just been focusing on back up and over the backrest of the couch, crooking his elbow so that his long fingers graced her hair once again, letting his middle and index digits gently caress the back of her neck as he did so. "I can put in a good word for you with him then, doll."

Franzy turned to face Stubby full, tucking her legs under her, all while sliding just a bit closer. A small shiver ran down her spine as his fingers graced her neck because Oh My God. What she really wanted to do was just lean over and snog him senseless, but that would be a bit forward... and quite tactless. "Oh would you now?"

He hesitated for a moment, then wordlessly shook his head, his demeanor completely calm and collected despite the fact that just touching this girl's hair was giving him goosebumps. Uncrossing his legs, he slanted his body towards her just a bit more, allowing his fingers to delve deeper into those glossy onyx waves so that his palm could grace the back of her neck. Briefly licking his intense gaze from her eyes to her lips, he tilted his head and, using the hand at the back of her neck, gently guided her face closer to his so that he could teasingly brush a feather-light kiss against her bottom tier. When he drew back it was only slightly, sapphire eyes searching her visage for a reaction.

Such a small kiss shouldn't have driven her so crazy, but then again it did just what it was probably ment to do. "I didn't think so." she said with a small laugh before leaning in and returning his kiss. She desprately wanted to run her fingers through hair but ugh she really didn't want to mess it up because it look so perfect and it really was quite the dilemma. She settled on just combing her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

He chuckled, the sound a deep rumble as she leaned against him to kiss him once again. He angled his face to perfectly capture her mouth with his own, refusing to allow this kiss to be as fleeting as the first; spidery fingers tangled themselves further into her tresses, not pulling, just insistently urging her closer while the index finger of his free hand poised to trace the curve of her jaw towards her chin. A good amount of time passed before he released her again, his chest rising and falling at a slightly quicker pace than it had before; he rested his forehead against hers. "No, I don't think I'd share." He moved his lips to find her neck, nibbling there for a moment before straightening to look at her again. "This weekend... you should let me take you out. Let me see if I can persuade you away from that drummer you fancy so much."