After rehearsing for two years with a band for a prestigious prize just a few months away, you're replaced by a new and well-known guitarist after breaking up with the vocalist.
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I thought leaving would be easier than this. A fresh start, a break from my past, a chance to reintroduce myself. At least that's what I had hoped. But when my mail is constantly being sent to my old apartment and my ex refuses to forward them to my new place, it only means one thing.
A visit.
"It's on the table." He says letting me step inside. "You need to get it changed to your address." I exhale softly at that.
"I've called three times. They said it should stop."
He doesn't respond, instead only plopping down on the couch with an audible annoyed grunt. I ignore it. I'm not giving into the games and attempts to keep me here longer than I need to be.
"See you." I say turning with my mail in hand.
"You still playing?"
I halt in mid stride, turning towards him with a knot in my throat. "What does that matter to you? You kicked me out of the band."
"Who wants to see their ex everyday?" He chuckles. "You broke up with me, said you were leaving. I'm not just going to let you hang around my band after that."
"Oh get over yourself Jimin, you know Tae was the one who formed you guys."
"And I let you in." He smiles ironically. "Maybe I was blinded by your skill instead of the game you were clearly playing."
"I loved you. Don't ever say I played you." I correct.
He shakes his head. "You used me to further your exposure. You never wanted to be with me, you just needed a place to stay and a band to play with. Lesson learned, never fuck a girl in your band."
This happens everytime I see him since I left. He says things like this to manipulate the situation and make himself a victim. I look him in the eye, keeping my anger hidden under my skin despite the blood rushing to my face.
"I earned my spot. Our relationship had nothing to do with that. You didn't have the right-"
"The band voted. We all wanted you out."
I bite down hard at that. Swallowing harshly, I leave it at that. No need to escalate it further over something out of my control. "Just leave the mail in the mailbox next time." I say closing the door behind me and walk to the car with tears creeping up.
With shaky hands I start to open my mail. A few bills and a flyer reminding me of reality again. I crumble it into a ball, tossing it in a passing trashcan and get into my car to go back home.
I never used him. I would never use him. He was different in practice than at home. His friends don't know Jimin like I do. They don't see the nights where he's screaming at me about overshadowing him to get other people's attention. That I'm dressing that way to flirt with other guys. He constantly reminded me that he was the one everyone wanted and came to see. Not to mention the fights where he would tell me about how he could get any girl he wanted but he was "stuck with me."
So I let him go. Let him be the cool single vocalist of an alternative rock band. That was what he wanted. And he wanted that more than me.
It's been a month since I last practiced with a band. It's been late nights at home recording videos and posting them online hoping to get seen by someone so that I can once again feel the rush of a live show. There's nothing like it. My memories come flooding back like a scene from a movie as I think about the guys. I miss them. Everyone meshed so well and to just never have that feeling again is a damn shame. I can't take it, I pull out my phone and search up the bands Instagram to reminisce when instead I'm hit with the image of my replacement.
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My guts turned at the sight of my spot being taken so quickly and with no media attention or recognition of me ever being there. I swallowed dryly, blinking away as I almost close out of the app when I see a comment pop up.
[ COMMENTS ]
| reply to @wearepandora \/ @yoongimin3 where is @ynthegoddess ???
I gasp, watching it gain likes before it disappears completely. They must have deleted it, making me even more upset. But just as I had given up, a notification pops up in the top right corner.
[ MESSAGE REQUEST (1) ] @yoongimin3
@yoongimin3hey!! I'm sure this is random but I noticed you weren't in We Are Pandora anymore?? I think that's crazy! You're so talented!! But anyway, my point is my band is looking for a lead guitarist if you're interested?? I don't know if you left for another band but we would definitely love for you to come jam with us if you are free! Let me know!
