Music To My Ears | 2gether Short Stories

Love, Your Anti-Fan - Chapter 05

From : Sarawat Guntithanon (sarawow@email.com)
To : Tine (chicboy@email.com)
Date : 5 Oct 2021, 07:03 AM

My dearest Tine

I have a confession to make and I don't know what you'll think of me afterwards.

I know I don't deserve your consideration, but I hope you will read this all the way to the end before making up your mind.

Here goes -

I saw you for the first time three years ago at a Scrubb concert.

I was standing in the row behind yours. We were complete strangers but I could immediately see you were a true fan of Scrubb.

You called out every song in the exact order in which it was going to be performed long before anyone else had even the faintest clue.

You knew what was next on the list just from the re-arrangements the band made on the stage with the instruments or who got which mic.

I was amazed by how intently you must have listened to their songs, and the dedication with which you must have watched their live performances in the past.

You found so much joy just from being there with them, listening to them play, immersing yourself in the lyrics and the music and the vibe.

You gave yourself up to the unique euphoria that only great music can bring.

I recognized a kindred spirit in you, because that's how music makes me feel too.

The way it fills your soul with unadulterated, raw emotion. A rush that is incomparable and intense and pure.

At one point, you stepped back and bumped into me. You turned to me and smiled in apology.

I've not forgotten that smile in three years.

You know how they describe love at first sight in books and movies? It was exactly like that for me with you.

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My breath was punched out of my lungs and every nerve ending in my body lit up.

In a crowd of thousands, my eyes could see only you. My heart beat to the tune of your playful fingers, my pulse thrummed to the cadence of your tapping feet.

I felt as though some piece of me that I hadn't known was even missing, had been found. My very essence vibrated with the music that filled the air around us.

I spent the next hour watching you spell-bound as you jumped up and down and sang along with every song.

Your eyes were scrunched up into crescent moons, you were breathless, your clothes clung to your body with sweat, nothing mattered to you as you danced in rapture.

You turned to look at me once again when they played Click. It seemed like they were singing it just for us.

And I knew that my life would never be the same again.

Before I could fully absorb what was happening to me, the concert ended and we were swept away in different directions by the crowd.

I tried to make my way to you, but I lost sight of you for just one second and you disappeared.

I looked desperately for you outside the venue, but I couldn't find you anywhere.

I almost went crazy that day. You took a part of my soul with you and I had no clue how to get it back.

Over the next year, I kept searching for you in every Scrubb concert I could go to. My friends thought I was going mad.

I joined my college band and started playing Scrubb songs in college fests all over the country to try and find you.