I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was going to go awfully. I knew I shouldn't have come, after everything Gemma told me..I dunno it didn't seem right. Now, standing in a group of black T-shirt wearing teenagers I knew why.
This was TOTALLY out of my comfort zone. (And venturing out was not something I enjoyed doing)
I didn't have anxiety, but by the volume of the crowd I could feel it approaching.
'Shit, I should have asked someone to come with me' I thought, as another girl accidentally bumped my shoulder.
'Oh wait, who the fuck would I have asked anyway?' I laughed at how pathetic and ironic my situation was.
Standing in a swarm of excited fans (whom were all around my age) and I here I was, complaining.
My attempts at finding some space quickly failed, when I realised there was no space to be found. I wandered over to the bar at the back and ordered a Rum and Coke, just to keep myself busy.
I hovered by the bar as a Man with a shaved head walked out on the small-ish stage.
"Hello everyone! thankyou all for coming to our Drive preview show!" The Man exclaimed over the crowd. People around me began to clap, whilst I remained dumb- founded sipping on my drink.
"Now, I know what you've all been waiting for" the small crowd roared, "So, let me introduce.. The 1975!"
A few Girls screamed hysterically as strobes lights flashed along to a beat of a drum.
And then it began. Matty voice rung clear on top of the medley of sounds. The tune (The City- see I did know some!) made the crowd leap and sway and be in general awe of the curly haired boy that commanded the stage.
That boy, was unrecognisable to me. He shone, opening up as he performed right there in front of us. I was spell bounded.
When the song came to a close Matty wandered to to the microphone once more. His chest exposed under a floral shirt.
"Thanks," his voice was steadied, controlled as if he knew the crowd relied on his every word.
"We are the 1975 from Manchester!" The crowd cheered again, and I found myself woo-ing along.
"Today we are going to be performing a new song, that we wrote especially for this re-scored version of Drive"
People whispered around me, speculating what type of sound they would go for. But I couldn't take my eyes of Matty, his soul set alight on the stage. To think, we were having breakfast together hours ago. It seemed like a life time.
"We're really honoured to be a part of this project. I hope you enjoy!"
Matty moved away from the microphone and the lights dimmed.
The song began slowly, before building up to a beautiful, ambient melody. It was quiet and striking all at once. The crowd was silenced.
"I find it hard to say, bye bye.."
I breathed in audibly, a couple of people glanced at me. I grinned at them like I was just a astounded fan. Astounded, I was indeed.
'Medicine' was the song they performed that night. The song he performed for me back at the flat. The song Matty had said was written for me. But how could it have been if it was being used for Drive? Had he made that all up?
My Rum and Coke was empty and I was starting to feel uncomfortable again. The whole situation felt very strange and out of reach. I watched the strangers that gazed up at Matty's adoringly. This is WAY too much to deal with. What the fuck was I thinking?
Gemma was right, "it even harder to convince yourself you might have a chance"
The song was coming to a close, 'I definitely did not have a chance. Matty may like me, but THIS is the reality. He's a 'rockstar' and I'm still in sixth form...'
I made my way through the crowd and pushed the final door that separated me from the cold, winter air.
