chapter 8- concert: part I

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another one bites the dust- Queen
that bitch- Bea Miller

*Julian's pov*

18 years ago

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i tap my foot against my car seat, the bass of the song vibrates the car. my pa turns around and sees me, i immediately stop dancing. he turns back and presses the power button, shutting off the radio.

when we got home i skipped up the staircase towards my room, turning on my radio and figuring out which station that was. a couple minutes of tuning later, i find the same song playing. i hop around my room, jumping up and down. playing the air guitar, my joy is interrupted when my door fly's open to my dad. his face is red, anger all over.

"what the hell are you doing Julian? turn that noise off." he walks over and unplugs my radio, instead he puts a cd in my player and turns up classical music. i frown, and he pats my head and walks out of my room. i hate classical music, i love the other music better.

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"another one bites the dust, and another one gone and another gone!" i sing to my go to concert prep song while i shower, i swear to you- Freddie Mercury is magic.

i finish up showering just when the song comes to an end, i wrap the towel around my waist and walk to my room to get dressed. i throw on black ripped jeans and my usual halfway unbuttoned black shirt. i hear a knock on the door and walk towards my door, i open it. and Jade walks in, pushing past me.

"do you ever ask to come in or do you just...." i lose my train of thought when i see her in a tight black v neck shirt, leather pants, and combat boots. her hairs straightened and shes wearing makeup that makes her eyes pop even more.

"you have a staring problem." she says with an eye roll, she sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her. i walk over and sit down, and she repositions herself to face me better.

"are you okay? are you okay to do this concert tonight." i gulp. "its only 9, you have so much time to back out if you're not comfortable Julian. I'll be there, security guards will be there, cops, if something happens- you'll be safe but.." i look her in the eye, feelings tears threatening me. to say I'm scared would be an understatement, look what they did to Pablo. who's to say they wont do that to me? i haven't told anyone but i haven't slept in weeks, every time i shut my eyes i get flashbacks to that night. if i do end up falling asleep, i get horrible night terrors and wake up anyways. Jade taught me how to protect myself and I'm good at that now, but you still never know if they have a gun or something like that. i cant punch a gun, or hit a pressure point on a glass of poison. so yeah, I'm fucking terrified. but with my album coming out in a few months, i can't let my fans down.

"I'm fine." i stand up, and walk back to my room.

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*12 hours later*

"okay everyone places in 30 seconds! Julian your on in 1 minute." a stage manager calls out. jade slaps my face gently a couple times, then places her hands on my shoulders.

"you got this Julie, now get on out there. i got you." my heart flutters and i momentarily have the courage to go through with this. i walk up to the stage, standing behind the curtain. a stage hand pats me on the back and then tells me it's my cue.

when i walk out onto the stage, i see thousands of adoring fans screaming. i grin, waving at the crowd. i walk towards center stage and grab the mic and my guitar.

"hows everyone doing on this fine night, huh?!" i call out, the biggest smile on my face. everyone screams and i laugh, positioning my guitar.

"are y'all excited?" everyone screams and i turn around to cue the drummer. he starts, and i play along with him. i start singing and everyone screams, every concert i forget how much i love this.

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"i love you all! see you soon!" i blow out a kiss and see hundreds of people raise their hand to grab it. i bow and walk off the stage, Jade was right behind the curtain the entire 3 hours i played and every time i felt nervous i just looked at her. i don't know why she calms me down but she does, when i walk up to her i hug her. she freezes, probably surprised. she slowly hugs me back and i can feel her practically melt in my hold, she smells like chocolate. i take a deep breath, letting her go.

"hey do you wanna-"

"Julian. could we have a talk?" i get cut off by the devil himself, jade looks somewhat on edge already.

"I'm busy. why are you here dad?" Jade widens her eyes and moves to stand next to me.

"we have some news." my parents walk away and i follow them, apologizing to jade. we sit down at a small area backstage, it has couches and a little coffee machine.

"okay.. what?" i ask impatiently, my dad sighs and pulls out papers from his pocket. he hands them to me and i look them over, i can literally feel the anger rise in me. i throw the papers back at my parents and run my fingers through my hair.

"what the fuck is your problem? enrolling me in FUCKING MEDICAL SCHOOL? what do you want? money, an appreciation post on Instagram? what the hell do you want from me?" i raise my voice and they just sit there, doing fucking nothing.

"HELLO?!" i yell, my pa elbows my dad and he clears his throat.

"you have to be on campus in a week, or our lawyers are getting involved." i audibly laugh at that, lawyers? i don't owe them this, i don't owe them shit.

"lawyers? really. for what.. because your troubled son wont go to med school? that's bullshit." my dad squints his eyes.

"go to school, or we take away your inheritance and disown you." i freeze, i didn't think it would go this far. these people are not my family, they've tried to change me since i was just kid. my pa is my biological father, he had a surrogate. he's always been a little less hard on me, but my dad is a whole other story. he's fucking insane. my parents are the heads of pediatrics and cardiac at some random fucking hospital, it's how they met. they expect me to follow in their footsteps and quit my 'daydream.' its not a fucking daydream, this has been my dream since queen came on the radio that day and my pa shut it off.

"go ahead, fucking disown me. take away my inheritance, i have enough money. probably more than whatever you guys have. you two have tried to manipulate me since before i could even fucking walk, I'm so done with this. i want you two out, and i do not ever want to see your fucking faces again. security!" i call for the security guards that have been lurking around all night, and point towards these people in front of me.

"you're a sorry excuse for a son." my pa says before the guys take them, my heart snaps in half. i need to fucking forget about this night, i just lost my goddamn parents.

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