Rockstar Serenade: The Chorus

Ch 19.1: I Held You And You Were In Tears

TREVOR~

Having a fan switch places with you onstage, now who would've thought of that crazy idea? Unpredictability. Will they ever run out of antics for a show?

The silent corridor leading backstage becomes filled with technicians at the instant. Picking up my electric guitar my tech had prepared for me, I make my way to the guitar racks. I slip my gear inside my gig bag. The cheers of the crowd grow louder along with the bustle backstage. It's clear that Flame Alyconia has finally left the crowd, therefore my band will be performing in thirty minutes.

I take the less crowded way to the backstage. It's a longer and narrower path, but hey, I'd rather not tolerate the inconvenience of bumping against techs and managers in the opposite corridor.

Taking a brisk walk through the narrow path, I see a blonde woman headed my way. Her eyes are downcast and her hair covers her whole face. It took me a while to figure out who she is.

"Hey Kailey! Great show!" I greet, but she didn't even bother bringing her head up and look at me. She continues to walk, trying to distance herself from me. 

It's impossible for her not to hear me in this quiet environment wherein the all sounds I hear bounces off the walls and echoes back. "Hey!"

Yet she kept on walking, blind and deaf to my presence.

This takes me back to our encounter in Castleburn High in the middle of the mass of people. Having her as a friend now and her making things better for me, I wouldn't dare have that past repeat again. If she's mad at me, I need to know why. If there's something broken, i'm going to have to fix it. She just can't treat me coldly again. I just can't even imagine things being back to when it used to be. I admit, it hurt me to the point that I've acted strangely, denying, hiding my pain in a form of anger and bringing out the worst in me.

My legs involuntarily moves on their own,  wanting to chase after her so badly. The dragging weight of my guitar isn't enough to stop me from trying to reach her. My heart starts racing in fear that I might not be able to catch up. She has always outrun me back in high school and her athletic capacities are still evident.

My strides widen with every landing of the balls of my feet on the floor. I reach out, thankful that my arm span is long enough to catch her.

"Kailey, what's wrong?" I ask, holding her on both shoulders. I gently brush her hair out of her face for eye contact.

I turn pale from what I saw.

Tears are streaming from her cheeks like a current of a ragged river. Her eyes red and puffy, and she can't bring herself to look at me in the eye. Her body is trembling, shaking like a lost child in a crowded city. Her face shows nothing but pain.

Paralyzed by the tragic sight, I swallow the lump in my throat. "Whoa, who did this to you?" Hope it's not me.

Instead of speaking up, she gives me a push that seems to take all of her energy though it was only a nudge to me. Because of my shocked state, I lost my balance and almost stumbled despite how weak it was. She runs away again, but this time, her pace increased.

She is a strong woman, and it bothers me to see her drowning in tears. It bothers when she's running away from me. She has always been so cool and calm. When she speaks, she seems very triumphant and problem-free. When I raised my voice at her she took control of the situation with ease. When I asked for her forgiveness she immediately accepted it. She's beautiful, courageous, brave, an idol, a music icon, a role model, a great singer, my friend.