Grace Notes

Chapter 55

Lola's POV-

It was two minutes before the show was supposed to start when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. When I slipped it out and read the notification, I wasn't surprised to see that it was Harry. He probably had assumed that he would see me before the show, though because of the time we had arrived and the time that Lorenzo needed to finish setting up his stuff, it had simply not be doable.

Harry: Where are you??

"Everything okay? Lorenzo asked as I began to type back.

"Yeah, he was just asking where we are"

He shrugged.

Me: I'm in the sound booth

The message quickly got marked as read before the three little dots appeared to indicate that he was typing.

Harry: You're not on the front row??

Me: No

It appeared read, but the tiny bubble disappeared, then reappeared, then disappeared again.

"I think he's upset I'm not down there" I mumbled.

"What was that?" he shifted one of his headphone muffs to the side so he could hear me better.

"I said I think he's upset I'm not down there"

"Screw it. There's plenty more shows. You shouldn't have to stand down there for hours if you don't want to"

"I don't know what to tell him"

"Tell him you don't want to be by yourself and it's more comfortable up here. Or better yet, just don't tell him anything"

I opened my mouth to respond, but he quickly held up his finger and shifted the muff back over his hear as he adjusted the mouth speaker with his other hand.

"Yes, we're on in 30 seconds" he said into the mic.

Harry: If you change your mind, there's a seat down there for you.

I didn't reply, but instead switched my phone off. I knew he wasn't going to have time, anyways.

"Fifteen seconds" Lorenzo said into the mic, relaxed as if he had done this a million times.

I watched as his fingers skillfully moved down a knob, the overhead lights dimming. The whole auditorium grew quiet, only the sounds of a few whispers were audible. Then the whole room began to chant my boyfriend's name.

"Verse for Watermelon Sugar in one, two, one, two, three, four"

Up on the stage, the lights erupted into a bright pink as Harry came running out with his hands in the air. "Tastes like strawberries on a summer evening, and it sounds just like a song"

The whole room was screaming so loud that I could barely even hear him. I was trying to block it out, but it was simply impossible. I felt bad for the girls who had to sit in the nosebleeds, although they honestly just looked happy to see him from afar. I guess I would, too, if I got to meet one of my idols. At the same time, I was also a brat, and was one of those girls who tried to work my way to the front in the mosh pits or at standing venues.

"Breathe me in. Breathe me out. I don't know if I could ever go without. I'm just thinking out loud. I don't know if I could ever go without watermelon sugar high"

The room melted from screams to song, everyone singing. Now I was able to actually hear him. I could see him on the screens, craning his neck to spot me, as if there was any chance that he would be able to see over thousands of fans.