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Chapter 33 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

I was nervous for finally stepping on that small stage again; last time I did that I had someone sitting on those tables, looking at me so I’d know I had her support just in case everyone else hated me. Of course, it never happened, but still, I had her there to tell me “I told you you’re great” after it all was over.

Right now it was just me, my guitar, the lonely stool and a mic. It was kind of scary, to be honest, but I’d decided I would do it again. First off, I needed to move on; second off, I missed the feeling of performing to small crowds. There were no more than twenty people on the bar, and they all waited excitedly for the time I climbed up the three steps to the small stage to open up the karaoke night.

 Taking a deep breath, I did it, ignoring the tingling in my belly. I would be fine.

“Okay, so… Uhn… hi,” I said tapping the mic slightly to make sure it was working. “Yeah, I’m kind of back…” my voice shook a bit, and I could hear the ones that already knew me from years ago giggling and clapping, some of them even whistling. “Okay. So this is an original, and I hope you like it.”

A few more claps and screams echoed on the room before they all got silent and the song of my guitar was the only sound that could be heard. That was scary; I was so afraid of screwing up the lyrics I had written on my own, so afraid of forgetting the reason why I even wrote the song to start with. I didn’t even think it was possible to start sweating so much. My hands were already slippery and maybe I wouldn’t even get to play the right chords.

“Now you’re standing there right in front of me…” I started, getting too close to the microphone and suddenly sounding too loud. Still singing the lyrics, I giggled, and people did notice my little mistake as well, so I heard some others giggling with me. Yeah, it might sound weird, but it actually helped me. I was starting to feel comfortable there. The feeling was familiar even after so long.

Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to simply let go of my insecurities and let the song play for itself. I barely noticed when the chorus came around, singing it so easily it actually made me feel light. The song kept going and soon enough I was singing the chorus again, finally for the last time, just then peering up at the window and noticing someone quite familiar on the outside.

Kirsten?

I smiled, not believing she was actually there. I mean, I knew she would come – don’t ask me how, I just knew it – but it still felt weird. She was actually there. Even being late, she was here.

“Don’t let me go… ‘Cause I’m tired of sleeping alone” I played the last chord before standing up with this stupid smile on my face. Yeah, it was good to finally perform there again, but, mostly, I was glad Kirsten decided to show up.

Everyone was still clapping when I walked outside, so damn happy. I was literally falling hard for that girl. I couldn’t even believe it was happening, but the way my heart started beating faster just for seeing her made it pretty real. As I got closer to her, I fought this urge to kiss her as a greeting; I’d probably get slapped.

“Hey you,” I said instead, stopping next to her. “You came,” I smiled (more than what I already was, if that’s possible) and she looked at me, silent. She didn’t seem to be feeling well.