Silent Serenade

Chapter four

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Ryder's POV

Maple. 

I can't seem to get that girl out of my head. I keep replaying what happened earlier in my head, my body unable to fall asleep with all these thoughts running through my head.

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As I began to sing on stage, the crowd's voices merged with mine, creating a beautiful harmony that filled the entire venue. The feeling was indescribable. It was as if we were all connected, all united in this one moment, by the power of music. The energy in the room was electric, and I knew that this was the reason I had started singing in the first place. To bring people together, to create something beautiful, to share my heart and soul with those around me. 

As I started to sing the song that meant so much to me, I could feel the emotions welling up inside of me. The audience held out their torches on their phones, creating a beautiful sea of flickering lights. It was a surreal moment, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for these people who had come to hear me sing. 

I'm searching for the glimmer. In this endless sea of grey. My heart is growing dimmer. As the shadows steal the day. 

I'm chasing down the light. That will guide me through the night. Through the storm and through the fight. I'll keep reaching for the light.

And that's when I saw her. 

The girl with the ginger hair and piercing green eyes, standing out in the sea of faces. It was like she was the only one in the room, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her. I began to sing, pouring my heart and soul into the lyrics that I had written, hoping that someone would understand the pain and loneliness that I had been feeling. 

And then our eyes met, and I could tell that she saw me, really saw me, in a way that no one else had before. It was like she could hear the hidden meanings behind the words, the pain and longing that I had been trying to convey all this time. And in that moment, I knew that I had finally found someone who truly understood me.

I continued to watch as she looked down at the table, scribbling something that appeared to be on a napkin, a smile on her face as she looked about at the crowd around her. Revelling in the moment.

And even when the gig drew to its end, I couldn't take my gaze away from her. She seemed to be the most real person in this bar. I hurriedly exit the stage, as the crowd cheers loudly almost bursting my eardrums, moving behind the curtain but looking through the small gap so I can still see her.

I watch as she hugs some people that I'm only now noticing were sitting at her table, most likely her friends. She picks up her bag, her fiery red ginger hair falling over her shoulder and trailing down to her waist before walking over towards the exit of the bar.

Something little and white slides from her purse, gently dropping to the floor. I observe as a waitress comes around cleaning up some of the tables where people have already begun to leave. When I notice the waitress picking up the serviette from the floor and depositing it in the basket she's holding full of filthy cups and dishes, I take a few rapid steps away from the stage.

I try to push through people to get to the waitress, who is returning to the bar with the basket. Fans patted my back and slid their hands down my arms, trying to seduce me. That is the furthest thing from my mind right now.