Stacy

"Let's give it up for...Under the Moonlight!"

*cheers**claps**shouts*

As the crowd went wild and the spotlight focused on me, I saw you in the middle of the crowd like a beautiful butterfly amidst the glamorous flowerbed. You're finally here...Stacy.

We went from one song to another as the crowd joined our tunes from time to time. Singing the lyrics to the songs I wrote, everyone seems to be having fun and so were you. You're smiling, waving at me as if trying to get my attention. Haven't you noticed yet? You're all I can see. I want to tell her. Yet I can't go down from the stage you put on for me. A show that you're not really allowed to see. Stacy...why are you really here?

When it was already time to sing our ending song, I let go of my electric guitar and held the mic. I looked straight at her and said--

"For our last and final song for the night. I was granted permission to choose a song that we didn't make. This is one of my favorite songs from Quinn XCII and...I hope you'll like it." I took a look at the crowd and smiled. Everyone cheered louder saying that they'll love it for sure. I slightly shrugged hoping that you do too. Listen to me well, Stacy.

"At the 50 yard line, I saw her feet

She was under the bleachers, waiting for me..."

Are my words reaching you? I wonder.

"...She been giving this freshman love since last June

The only senior girl with tattoos

Said nobody can find out things that we do"

You were always such an extraordinary person. Even now, you are still captivating me.

"She said, 'Put your hands behind your head

Let me blow your mind, kid, but don't get too excited'"

Do you remember me? I think you do. I was your secret after all.

"You can call me 'Stacy', you can call me 'Love'

You can call me 'Baby' and all of the above

You can call me late night and I'll be at your door

You can call me anything, oh, anything you want..."

Oh, how the memories rush in.

"...Just don't call me yours" I almost choked. I still remember everything. How you would text me in between classes just to accompany you home, or how you would get my attention by using your dazzling smile in the corridors. Even just by gorgeously looking at me, I would already rush over to your side. A girl four years older than me...I can't seem to forget you, Stacy.

"It's 3:05 on a Friday, bell rings

Her parents left last night for Palm Springs

She's got the whole house empty for me..."

I remember how you would ask me to drink with you alone in your backyard with an inflatable pool nearby. Although, I would just drink orange juice in a can and you would drink a beer. You were always wearing your favorite floral blue bathing suit. And you, without a fail, always did look mesmerizing.

"My brother, he needed the car, so I ran

Down 71st as fast as I can

I'm telling her everything I had planned"

I want to be with you. I know I told you that before, behind the trees near the park we used to go to. I even told you how I used to be before I met you and what I aspire to be in the future...with you in it.

"She said, 'I know we've been getting close

We can't get no closer, you'll get it when you're older'"

When you left for college, I finally knew what you meant. It was heartbreaking, tragic even. I tried searching for you everywhere and anywhere you might have gone. I even asked and bothered multiple people who might be able to tell me where you were. Yet you left with no messages, no footprints or goodbyes. It was as if you didn't exist at all.

"I'm over you, I'm over you

I'm over you, I'm over you"

Those words were meant to be stated, not repeated. Yet for me, it was something like a pledge, an oath. A perfect song for our history. I was aware that it had already been too long. I knew it was time to see the end of the road.

We finally finished the concert. The host is now congratulating the band for such an astounding performance. Kyle, our lead guitarist, kept nudging me to speak up...but no words came out of my mouth. He then took my place and spoke for us all while I searched for you with my eyes. You were nowhere to be found. 

I glanced at the exit door and saw you near it. You were smiling, but now your eyes are creating waterfalls full of both sorrow and happiness. I itched to go down and talk to you. To ask how you've been, what happened to you, and why you left me. I wanted to run to you so badly, but the words you said when I saw you open your mouth left me standing still on the stage.

"Goodbye." You finally said.

A.N.

This story is inspired from the song Stacy by Quinn XCII.

Hope you enjoyed it! :)