This Ain't The End [The WANTED FanFiction - Nathan Sykes]

This Ain't The End - Part 43

 The mass ended and we all left the church for the burial. As I left the church, a few people congratulated me and commented on my song. They were all positives which bugged me. Nathan and I walked out together and stood at the side whilst Dad went to talk to the priest and with some of his friends.

'What's up?' he asked, referring to earlier. I shrugged.

'It's nothing...' I said.

'It's not nothing. Come on, you can tell me anything,' he said. I sighed.

'It's just people keep telling me the song was good or my performance was good when it wasn't,' I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows.

'What are you on about? It was great!' he said. I shook my head.

'No it wasn't. My voice was hoarse, the song is so generic, I was flat in more places than one, I-,' I reeled off every bad thing about the song and performance but Nathan stopped me by placing his finger on my lips which not only stopped me because I realised I was rambling, but because the action felt oddly intimate.

'Lo. It's only you that heard that. Listen, I'm a musician and let me tell you that you were not flat at all, your voice sounded great, and yeah I guess the music was generic but what's wrong with that?' he said.

'Nessy's not generic. It should've been a more individual song. I even used the four chord chord sequence for crying out loud!' I argued.

'Why is it, out of the three things I said, you pick on the least positive one?'

I looked down at the floor.

'Look, I know it's difficult and you want it to be perfect but I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted you to get so caught up about such a small thing,' he said. I nodded. He had a point.

'Okay.'

We then drove altogether with my Dad, in silence to the cemetery. We got there in about 10 minutes and got out of the car. Guitar in hand, I walked up to the grave and stood close to the priest. Nathan put his arm around me and we walked slowly. A small group assembled around the hole in the ground. But there was only me, Dad, Nathan and about 4 others; two parents of Nessy's best friend, one of Dad's friends and someone I didn't know, who I assumed was one of the regulars at the church and came along out of respect. The priest did the blessings and I was given my cue. I started strumming quietly and singing another song. Her favourite hymn.

It was called "Shine Jesus, Shine". Whenever it was a song at mass, she'd always sing her heart out and all the adults around would laugh and smile at us. Those were the good days.

I sung through the song and had a few people sing with me during the chorus; "Shine Jesus, shine. Fill our hearts with the Father's glory. Blaze Spirit, blaze. Set our hearts on fire. Flow river, flow. Flood the nations with grace and mercy. Send forth your word Lord and let there be light."

I placed my hand on the strings to stop them from straining and the coffin hit the earthy ground. I put my guitar down and hugged Nathan. Tears formed in my eyes and I couldn't help to let them fall. I hugged him tighter. He lightly kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back gently. I looked up to take one last glance at her. She's gone.

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This has been edited as of 24/01/17.

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