Psychic Love - Skysolo

𝕃𝕏𝕀. 𝕐𝕒𝕤 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟

Hello there! How's it going? 

This is my first try at poetry in a while, so please accept some bad rhymes, I did my very best. 

But enough spoilers, let's just dive right into it! 

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*Luke's POV* 

The week flied all the way to Sunday, when the show was. I was really exited and really nervous at the same time. It was the same feeling you get when you know you're gonna be in trouble if you eat all the candy as a child, but do so anyways. 

I looked down on my outfit. There was something about the "all black and tight to look intimidating in a sexy way" in it that I enjoyed and made me feel powerful and sensual. Han enjoyed it too, a lot I'd risk to say, as the hikeys under all this makeup could tell you. I think that, at this pace, I will have to buy foundation of my own instead of using Leia's. 

As we were walking out of the changing room, my parents stopped for a second, looking at me. 

-Luke, are you wearing your gloves again? - Dad sounded really worried, I had obviously given him the wrong idea. 

You see, this aren't just some cotton regular gloves. These where the leather ones I used everyday for two years to help me cope with my Uncle's... crime, let's call it that way. I couldn't handle fisical touch from anyone. Any skin to skin contact would trigger me hard. So I started to use gloves for my daily life until I was ready to ditch them. I was 12 when I finally did so. 

-No, not that way. It's just a prop for the show today, to fit with the character. I doubted they would fit anymore though, it's been some years... - I had found myself also dozing off while looking at them and pondering on the past. 

-Yea, but a painful prop. It's like we went years back in time... - Leia's eyes had actual tears and, at this point, mine too. Those were though years for us all. I was healing from too much at the same time, Leia was both trying to understand all of this, even if too young for that and be there for me while our parents... well, it made me feel horrible to see their guilty faces over and over again everyday, like it was their fault. 

-Am I losing anything here...? - Lando was really confused and Han didn't get it to. Neither knew us back then. 

-It's nothing, don't worry. Just a bunch of nostalgia. It's ok. - I wiped my eyes away and the others nodded. 

Han didn't drop it though. He understood that that this was a sensitive topic, but he didn't exactly belive me when I brushed it off as said it was ok now. I think he stood for a while, thinking about it. 

We were just getting the last details on stage done and I could feel the anxiety rise each second. I love this sows, but they do scare the crap out of me. So do they scare Seth a lot, who was trying to practice his part in the corner, but his fingers trembled and he missed the strings. 

-Hey, you ok? - I sat by his side, worried. 

-Yea, I'm just nervous... 

-You've done this tons of times, what's different right now? 

-This time we are going to change the plan, we are purposly getting ourselves in troubles... Im not sure I'm brave enough for that, Luke. 

-You should have said something sooner, man, we had no idea you felt that way... 

-Who cares anyways? I'm not an important part of this anyways, Lando could do my part in a heartbeat... 

-OK, that's enough. - I stood in front of him, serious. - You are a fundamental part of this band, Seth, ok? Without you, we'd never be able to do anything. That's why we're five. Not four, not three, not two, nor Panic! At The Disco. You are an amazing bass player and no one is getting themselves into troubles. The songs we chose are really subliminar, I don't think the boomers that set all of this up will understand and, if they do, we have Leia to do lawyer for us and you know she never lost a case. She's amazing at arguing. So take some deep breaths and chin up, ok? It'll be amazing.