Grace Notes

Chapter 57

Lola's POV-

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

The chanting was numbing, though it was a sound I had started to grow used to. Just a couple weeks ago, I couldn't imagine getting desensitized to the sound of someone screaming my name, but now that I had heard it so much over the course of a couple days, it was now easy to fathom.

Lola's POV-

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

I looked behind me, standing on my tiptoes. From the front of this venue I couldn't even see the sound booth where I knew that Lorenzo was prepping for the entrance. I had been tempted to join him again, but I also felt that it was only right that I stand at the front, at least a couple of times, so I still held my presence. Although, I had found that that came with a price. All of the hired security were either standing in front of the stage, at the doors of the venue, or backstage to ensure that no crazy fan would manage to slip through; so of course, I was left to fend for myself. This resulted in the people around me asking me for the last hour for autographs, photos, and going insane over me just simply for the fact of who I was dating.

And I hated it.

I had never liked getting my picture taken, and I most definitely had never liked the idea of getting this much attention. That's why I had never seriously tried to get pursued by any kind of recording label.

This was new for me, too.

But now that the lights had dimmed, the sounds in the room had, as well. Until, of course, one girl started to chant, and then the fans around her did, and then the whole room. It was like dominoes, only never ending.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

Suddenly, the whole stage lit up gold. Obviously, Lorenzo could have the credits for that. Over the speakers, the background to Harry's song Golden began to play, and my boyfriend came stumbling out onto the stage.

The whole picture was honestly kind of surprising. Instead of one of his swashbuckling outfits that he always wore, he was in a pear of black skinny jeans that were ripped in the knee and an old white t-shirt that I knew for a fact he wore to bed when he was feeling a little too chilly. Who let him out like that?!

I frowned, everything feeling a little off. I think the audience could sense it, as well, because instead of singing loudly, everyone was hushed.

Though pretty quickly, it seemed as though that were forgotten. Everyone was just simply happy to see him and their voices became audible, as well.

"I don't wanna be alone. I don't wanna be alone when it ends. Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone; but I can feel it take a hold. I can feel you take control of who I am and all I've ever known. Loving you's the antidote."

On the screens, the camera angle switched to a close up at his face. I could see that his eyes were rimmed red, watering at the corners. Even his fingers were trembling against the microphone a little.

Frowning, I slipped my phone out of my pocket.

Me: Wth is wrong with him? He looks terrible...

I waited a few minutes, up until he started to sing She, before my phone buzzed back.

Lorenzo: idk...drunk...high...both...

I pursed my lips at the response. Why couldn't someone backstage just take care of him, or take away any drugs? They should do spontaneous drug tests and fire him if it came back positive...or just monitor it better. I couldn't believe he was aloud to do this right before a performance. I couldn't help, but wonder if any of the fans had caught on to it, or if they were just oblivious to his sickly appearance.