Broken

Chapter Forty Three

I freeze as my fear takes hold of me, and slowly walk back from the railing trying to hide from the world. All of a sudden my anxiety kicks in and I can't breathe. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look back to see who it was and I didn't realize that he had come from the stage.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks.

"I don't know."

"Darling, just breathe. You will be fine. How about you walk with me to him? We can't keep him waiting."

"OOO, okay. Sorry, my anxiety kicked in. I think I will be okay if you walk with me."
"Absolutely"

He offers his elbow and I thread my hand through it as he leads me through the crowd and up to the stage and him. He stands in the spotlight and his smile is brighter than the sun. Jack leaves me with a hug and I walk up to Dustin as he wraps his arms around me and places his soft lips to mine, and I hear the crowd erupt in awws. I can't help but smile against him as I try to hide in his chest. He pulls back and turns us to the crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman, I want you all to meet my muse, the love of my life, Daisy Lynne."

Again the crowd cheers. He grabs the stool and has me sit down in front of him. He stands back as the music begins. The words fall from his lips like silk

"Been flying solo for so long,

Nobody's singing the harmony

No bass, no guitar, no tambourine

And I found you like a melody

You were singing in the same key as me

We had 'em dancing in the streets

I don't wanna be a rolling stone, alone

Putting miles on a run down van

Baby, we could take our own show on the road

I'll lay down the beat, you carry the tune

We'll get tattoos, and we'll trash hotel rooms

Baby, take my hand

I don't wanna be a one man band, no"

He slowly walks towards me as he presses between my legs and against my body.

"I wanna run down your wildest dreams

And I wanna chase every high with you

Count every rip in these old jeans

We'll never have to sing the blues

If I'm gonna be famous

Girl, I wanna be famous with you

We got our own little grove

I don't wanna be a one man band.

I don't wanna be a rolling stone, alone

Putting miles on a run down van

Baby, we can take our own show on the road

I'll lay down the beat, you carry the tune

We'll get tattoos, and we'll trash hotel rooms

Baby take my hand"

He steps back to take my hand and pulls me up to dance with him as he sings. The whole place was quiet as we danced and he sang. At that moment the whole world melted away and it was just us.

"Cause I don't wanna be a one man band

When the spotlight goes cold, and the curtain comes down

The chairs are all stacked and there's no one around