Silver Clouds [COMPLETE]

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I paced behind the stage curtain, the screams of hundreds of people ringing through my ears. I shouldn't be nervous. I had performed in front of people plenty of times, from the school play to church to every once in a while at Mighty's. I shouldn't be freaking out.

But I was.

This was huge. It was my first time performing at Timberland Hotel, my first time performing in front of close to a thousand people, and my first time performing with the band. So many firsts at one time.

"Girlie, you're going to wear a hole in the floor with all that pacing," Harper said from where she adjusted her black skirt in one of the floor length mirrors. She had helped me pick out my all black outfit to match their normal attire and while the skirt was cute, I was starting to wonder if I was going to be able to breathe to sing.

But that might have just been because I was nervous and nothing to do with the skirt and tights.

"Ella." Harper grabbed my shoulders, making me freeze. She looked me deep in the eye and smiled. "You're going to do fine. We've gone over these songs a thousand times. Stop worrying so much."

I wrung my hands, needing to do something to get rid of the energy brewing inside of me. "I know... I know. I just..." I sighed, the breath coming out a little shaky. "This is all just crazy. I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"I can. Because you're amazing and can handle anything."

She said it so confidently that it did help my heart rate calm a little. "Thanks, Lemon. What would I do without you?"

She smiled over her shoulder as she went back to the mirror to tuck a stray curl into one of her braids. "You would be completely lost."

I chuckled, making the butterflies calm a little more. "You're so right."

Walking over to my bag, I checked my phone one more time to see if my dad had texted me back yet. He had.

Go crush it, kiddo! Good luck, though I doubt you'll need it ;)

I grinned to myself. Thanks, Dad. Love you.

Right as I sent off that message to my dad, another came in from someone else. I pulled it up and my stomach fluttered for a completely different reason besides nerves. Hey, rockstar, Jordan said.

Hey.

I can't believe how many people are here. I'm having to squeeze between a whole bunch of fangirls in the top section.

Yeah, I'm a little terrified, ngl.

You're going to do great, El. Everyone will love you and you have the entire band to back you up. And ofc me too :)

Inhaling, I reread his words and let them sink into my core. Somehow, he made it sound so much easier. Yeah, you're right. Thanks <3

Np ;) Have fun!

I'll try. Tucking my phone back into my bag, I turned and joined my three bandmates who were starting to get into position. Sean climbed up onto his elevated drum pedestal while Greyson and Harper checked to make sure their instruments were all plugged in well. I picked up the bass guitar that I would be playing for the night since Sean thought it would bring more depth to the music and I was a pretty fast learner. Slipping the strap over my head, I felt it fit comfortably in place. At least the instruments were something familiar in all the crazy.

As I plugged in the base and made sure my mic's battery pack was clamped securely to the waistband of my skirt, I heard one of the stage managers say into my earpiece that we had three minutes until show time.