“She told me to meet her there! I can’t afford the bus fair! I’m not old enough for her…..”
My palms slick with sweat and my legs shaking so violently I found it hard to drum I scanned the crowd, looking for some sign of something that was even the slightest bit out of place but to me it looked identical to every other show in every other venue on every other stop of the tour.
Feeling sick I looked in the general direction of the other seats, however they were two far away to pick out girls individually.
Seeing the camera pointed at me, I forced a smile, earning cheers from the crowd, holding it until it moved away, focusing instead on Michael who was singing.
“….But my Mom, still drives me to school!”
“So tell me what else can I do, I bought my fake ID for you!”
Spinning my drumstick in my hand, I looked over at the girl, who was jumping around singing along, and then I saw something behind her that made the ice like feeling in my chest intensify.
A figure in a hood stood directly behind her, their head bowed so that it was impossible to see their face and in the waistband of their pants, poking up just enough for me to see it, what appeared to be a gun.
“In my bedroom thinking of you.”
Feeling as if I might pass out, I pretended to drop a drum stick, continuing to play with one hand, while reaching down with the other, my fingertips brushing against the cool metal of the gun, which as promised was under my seat.
The song was ending, there wasn’t much time left and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t kill Calum that wasn’t even an option. I couldn’t tell, because that would mean Losing Luke, and the thought of that, chilled me to the bone, but I had to do something. She was so oblivious, standing there, singing, dancing probably having the best night of her life, the last night.
“I’ll make my move when I get older, make my move when I get older!”
“Let’s go Detroit!” Luke shouted, clapping his hands above his head.
“You’ve got me waiting in a queue for a bar I can’t get in to.”
It was almost over.
“I’m not old enough for you.”
If I was going to do something it had to be now.
“I’m just waiting till I’m eighteen!”
It was done, it was all my fault, I knew and I didn’t do anything but what could I do.
“I’m so sick of waiting till I’m, eighteen!”
I played the last note, and then without even pausing for a breath we started the next song.
“You call me up, it’s like a broken record, you say that your heart hurts, that you’ll never get over him getting over you!”
It was over, the first song was over, I had made my choice and now I had to live with it. Trying hard not to cry or puke or pass out, I looked down, focusing on drumming.
Maybe Brad was bluffing.
He wasn’t that nuts right.
“I dedicate this song to you the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl….You sing!”
Chancing a glance up I listened to the surprisingly pleasant voices singing our lyrics back to us and that’s when I noticed something that I wanted to punch myself for not noticing all along.
