At the concert, we were lucky enough to get the front row. Maybe it’s because we were too bored to wait, so we came early. Ryan and I were leaning against the metal barriers near the corner, and it’s half an hour until show time. “I told you that we’d get front row!” He nudged my arm,
“Lucky indeed!” I smiled,
“Have you ever been to any of their concerts?”
“Once, I think. You?”
“Same, once.” He replied, “Hey, something we have in common again! We’ve been to their concert once!”
“Right.” I chuckled,
“How did you end up liking them?”
“I can’t remember, it’s been so long…”
“Pumped up kicks?” He raised his eyebrows like he already knew the answer,
“Maybe.” I shrugged, “Or was it because of the internet… Or maybe both… You?”
“I heard Helena Beat for the first time and got addicted to it. Then I found out about them and bought their album.” He replied. I suddenly remembered that moment. The moment when I poured my heart out in front of them, and how Mark tried to make everything better. That night was emotionally weird.
“Yea…” I muttered, “Helena Beat’s a great song,”
“You seem distracted. What’s wrong?” He asked with a little concern in his voice,
“Nothing, maybe I just miss my brother.” I lied, well, not actually lied because I really do miss him. But it’s not what this is about.
“Oh… Don’t worry, I’m here!” He placed his hands on his chest,
“Really?” I asked, “Or are you making this up?”
“For real. Do you have any trust issues or something? Why is it so hard for you to trust me?”
“I’m sorry.” I sighed and he just smiled warmly, telling me that it’s okay. A figure of three behind Ryan distracted me; it’s just standing there and watching the audience. Fortunately, I was wearing my glasses and I was able to see what the figure was. It was Mark, Pontius, and Sean. I started to freak out inside, so I distracted myself by talking to Ryan some more. We were talking, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them and I’m getting my hopes high again. Pontius was now standing at the stage entrance, he was about to enter with Mark right behind him. I think I saw Mark squinting his eyes at my direction, and so my first reaction was to look away, pretending that it didn’t happen. I slowly turned my attention back to them, and now he was talking to Pontius and both are now facing my direction, so I quickly looked away for the second time. I’m not sure if they really saw me or not, but the lights were on, so that doesn’t help. Ryan seems to not notice what I was doing, so I was safe.
The lights were now turned off and Pontius started hitting his drums. It was so loud that it made my chest pound. I miss this, a lot. Ryan and I had a great time singing along and being crazy. Mark was all over the stage dancing. He didn’t seem to notice me, but I was okay with it. I don’t want to get noticed, I was not ready for them. After a few songs, they all stopped playing and Mark stepped closer to the microphone stand. Everyone became quite and I know what this is. Mark started talking, like he was telling a story, which he is doing right then. It was awkwardly silent as everyone tried to listen to what he was about to say, “What is he going to do now?” I muttered and rested my arms on the barrier,
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The Foster Kid (Part 2) (Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanfictionIt's been years since Ally saw them, she has lost faith in them, she has moved on. She thought that it's all gone, they're not going to see each other again. But one faithful night changed everything. Did they see the right kid? Has Ally misjudged t...
