Dear Delilah

Chapter 4: Everything Has a Beginning... And an End.

I clap for Ed as he bids a farewell to the crowd. He gets off stage, having just played the encore, and I can see how happy he is. He has a huge smile written all over his face. He sets down his guitar off stage and pulls his phone out of his back pocket.

“This thing has been vibrating forever, bothered the hell out of me.” He says, looking down at the vibrating phone is his hand. He walks away as he answers it. As he talks, his face lights up even brighter as he listens to what the person on the other end is saying. Eventually, after a lot of smiles and head nodding, he writes something on a piece of paper, then they hang up.

“How long?” He yells to me and I quickly bring up the time in my head.

“An hour.” I yell back.

“I got this.” He says, jogging out the back entrance of the gig. There are fan girl screams as soon as his Ginger head is seen, and I smile slightly to myself. Ed likes his fans, but he knows to try to please everyone would be a disaster and get him nowhere. I shake my head slightly and start to pack up the things off my podium.

“Hey Trevor!” I yell at the sound tech, who just so happens to be a crowd favorite.

“What is it Delilah?” He yells, putting down the speaker he had been holding, and turns to look at me.

“How long do you think until everything is packed?” I ask him, no longer yelling because I have his attention.

“Probably about…” He starts, trailing off as he observes the stage. “Half an hour?” He says, more of a question than an answer. I just give him a thumbs up as he returns back to his work. I shove all my things into my bag and follow the path Ed took and g outside as well. There are a round of applause for me as I step outside and I head straight to the bus. These people aren’t here to see me.

“DELILAH!” I hear a couple people call and it catches me off guard. I turn around and there are three girls waving at me. I walk over to them, and their eyes widen.

“Hey girls, what’s up?” I ask, smile on my face. No one ever wants to talk to me.

“Oh my God! We’re actually talking to Delilah!” The shortest one squeals. I give a little laugh and they continue to look at me in awe.

“So! Can we take a picture with you?” The blonde one asks, and I'm slightly taken aback. A picture? With ME? I nod, not trusting my own voice, and lean against the three of them as they get another crowd member to take the picture. I smile and when all is said and done, they even ask for hugs, so I give them each a hug before biding them a farewell and head on the bus.

I wait for about another 45 minutes before Ed comes on the bus and sinks into the couch, exhausted.

“Have fun?” I ask him, smiling slightly from my spot on the couch. He smiles a little and looks at me, and there’s a light in his eyes. It’s the one he gets when he’s preforming or talking about something he loves, it makes what he’s doing come alive and it makes people want to pay attention.

“I did indeed, and I saw that you managed to get a little attention also.” He says, smiling. I laugh at the absurdity of it.

“Yeah, I'm almost as famous as Trevor.” I say and he laughs. Trevor the sound guy has to go out and check all the sound things before the first of Ed’s opening acts goes out. Ed’s first opener is this brilliant Irish man named Foy Vance who reminds me a lot of Ed. He also uses a loop pedal, but Foy adds Rock whereas Ed adds Soul. Sometimes, when Foy gets so into what he’s singing, he doesn’t even sing the words, he screams them. And it just sounds so amazing you’d think it was planned.

Any who, back to Trevor. Because a lot of Ed’s fan don’t look up who Foy Vance is, they have no idea who he is or what he looks like, so they cheer for Trevor when he goes out to check on everything. He ignores it all and just goes about his business, but it’s ridiculous sometimes. At one concert, even after Foy had gone on and preformed, they kept cheering for Trevor, so during Ed’s set, he introduced Trevor, and they went crazy.