Christening The House

Private Performance...

A/N: Hello friends, I am back with a  new update......In this one shot,   Kongpob is a Rockstar, Arthit is an Engineer. They are highschool lovers, Kongpob is a member of the famous boy band group and Arthit works in a IT company.

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Kongpob's Pov---------

“Baby, I am so sorry… They canceled my flight, and everything else is booked solid for today. I won't be able to reach there tonight”

Sighing... I run my fingers through my hair, disappointment settling deep into my bones. Tonight was supposed to be special, it's a special day...... and I also have a big concert tonight where I am going to perform my new song..... A song I wrote for Arthit, and now he won’t even be here.

I try to mask the hurt I feel. It’s not his fault, after all. Still, I wish more than anything he could be here. It’s already been weeks since he went for his office project. 

"It's okay Arthit.... Just take care of yourself and try to get back soon.... I am missing you....so very much"

I can almost hear his smile.

"I miss you too love"

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It takes effort to focus, but I manage to make it through our rehearsal. Every line of the song I wrote for Arthit pulls at me, making me miss him more. The other guys pick up on it, of course, and as I am putting my guitar away, Aim nudges my shoulder.

“Arthit will be here tomorrow, right ??”

I nod and force a smile.

“Yup, should be here sometime tomorrow afternoon”

If they don’t cancel his flight again.

The thought is bitter.

Aim winked at me

“First round’s of booze is on me tonight.”

“Thanks M”

I answer with a sad smile.

Just one more day.

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Last minute soundchecks are done, and all of us are ready and eager to get the show going. Before we take the stage, we each have our little rituals we never fail to do. Aim and Oak mutter quietly to themselves. Wad plays air drums, and Tew does some deep-breathing exercises.

I pluck my phone from my pocket in anticipation of getting a text from Arthit. He has never failed to send me one, before my concerts, but tonight….. Nothing. Quickly typing out a text to ask if he is okay, I almost miss my cue to be on stage.

Pushing all thoughts away, I make my entrance.

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Sweat is pouring, bass is thumping, and I can’t help grinning. No matter how I feel before a show, these are the moments I live for.

Well, some of the moments.

The rest are in my Arthit’s arms. For now, I take what I can get, feeding on adrenaline as the crowd sings out lyrics with me. When the time comes, Aim ad-libs a bass line, his fingers working their magic on the crowd, which slowly quiets.

“We got a little surprise for you all tonight”

I begin, only to be interrupted by a swelling shriek. I exchange a grin with Aim.