Under Appreciated (incomplete)

The Gig

Ana's perspective

Tonight is the night I've been waiting for. I'm ever so grateful for Tasha for getting the tickets, I love her to pieces. I spent ages trying to pick out an outfit. I don't know why, but choosing clothes has always been my downfall. If I find a nice top, I never have any pants to where with it. And don't get my started with the array of colours that just won't go together. The shoes are easy, however. I don't have to think when picking shoes. Who actually looks at your shoes anyway? They are quite literally at the bottom of everyone's attention.

Tasha finished her shift at her work and began to help me pick out an outfit. We both agreed that a black corset top and grey cargo pants would do justice for my body shape. I have to say, I felt extremely confident in the outfit I chose, all thanks goes to Tasha. As for her, she always picks out the best outfits, and chose to wear a red dress (to impress Milo). I've told her that's she's wasting her precious time on that boy, but she refuses to listen to me. It's kind of sad actually, that she fixates so much on a celebrity (totally something that I wouldn't do). I'm going to see her tonight. I'm going to see the guitar girl. I suppose it would be more appropriate to call her by her name, Harper. Then it struck me. Oh my gosh, I'm probably the only one in the building that knows her actual name.

Tasha called a cab and insisted on paying, although I argued with her for 10 minutes about who was paying. She payed last time. This was unfair. She says that she does it to thank me for everything I did for her when we were younger, but I do not need to be thanked for being a decent human being. My acts were simple acts of morality. I believe that if you begin to reward these acts, then people start to lose their own morality, in fear that they won't be rewarded. Many people believe that God rewards these acts, but I guess that Tasha likes to play God.

After a short journey, we arrived at the underground club once again. This time is was different, however, as I knew one of the band members. When she came out onto that stage, I screamed for her. I made everyone know that I was there for her, and her only. Not Milo, not the other members, but her- the guitarist. I admired everything about the way she played. From her hand positions, to the way her fingers stroked the strings. She looked around for a while, perhaps for me. Then all of a sudden, her gaze drifted towards me. When our eyes connected, a spark shot through my body, I was getting deja vu. She smiled at me and winked, before returning back to her guitar. I swear I could've died on the spot.

I know I said that I hate those people who fixate and obsess over celebrity, like a fan girl. But I think I may be turning into one of them. Oh god, make it stop. Make these feelings stop.

Time flew by without me even realising it, and the concert was over. A man dressed in a black suit took me by the arm and lead me to the backstage. Tasha came with me, and I could tell that she was excited.
"Hey Ana," Harper said to me smiling. Her hair was a little messy from the performance, but if anything it made her more beautiful. Her facial features didn't fit together, however, they did. So imperfect, but perfect at the same time. Lost in a trance, I forgot that she had spoken to me, and my cheeks began to redden with embarrassment.
"Oh h-hi, you were great," I responded. Shit. I stuttered. Why did I stutter, god dammit.
"Thanks, I thought maybe you would like to get a drink with me," Harper asked delicately, her voice angelic and pure.
"Of course, that's for asking," I said politely.
She reached out her hand for me to grasp, and as we held hands she lead me to her car, where we drove off to a bar.

Whilst in the car, I realised that I had completely forgotten about Tasha, but I suspected that she was somewhere with Milo. Harper's guitar was in the back of the car, and she drove. I was in the passenger seat. "This is so surreal," I admitted, breaking the silence that loomed around us.
"Why? Being with a celebrity is a first for you?" Harper joked, giggling slightly.
"W-Well yes," I stuttered again. Jesus girl, stop stuttering. This was getting quite awkward, and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
"Don't be nervous. I don't bite," Harper said as she could clearly see that I was uneasy.
She rested one hand on my thigh, sending fireworks through my muscle. Just as it was getting incredibly awkward, she pulled up at the bar, and I thanked God silently.

After 3 rounds of drinks, it was fair to say that I were slightly drunk. We had been making small talk for ages, and I weren't listening to half the conversation, as I was lost in her eyes.
"So, when did you start writing," she asked me.
"Since I was 13, I've always had a passion for words," I replied timidly.
"And when did you realise that you were an admirer of me?" Harper asked. This question caused me to blush a little, and she again placed her hand on my thigh. This time I didn't move out of her way, instead I let her hand lay there.
"Since I heard your music for the first time."
"So it was just my good looks that pulled you in?" I began to blush again, this girl was doing things to me that I couldn't even put into words. She was quite literally giving me writer's block.
"What do you think of my book?" I asked, trying to change the subject quickly.
"It is beautiful, sweetheart," she answered, "I want to take you somewhere."

We got a taxi to a hill outside of the city, and lay next to a tree staring at the stars. Each flicker of light in the sky formed patterns of hope and prosperity, as I began to count them. Harper moved her body so it wasn't too close to mine, in order to give me some personal space, to which I was thankful for.
"I admire the stars," I whispered, staring at them one by one. I had counted 54 so far.
"You know, when my parents died, I used to sit in this very spot and look up at the stars," Harper admitted smiling very gently, as tears almost formed in her eyes. The vestigial light from the moon reflected in her tears, and formed little diamonds.
"I- I didn't know that. I'm sorry," I answered, unaware of how to comfort the girl.
"Don't apologise, sweetheart," she said whilst staring into my eyes.
"Do you do this with all your fans?" I asked.
"Of course I don't, but I trust that you can keep my secrets," Harper said solemnly. She raised her hand to stroke my cheek and I felt butterflies rushing through me.
"You can say no if you wish," Harper began, "but can I kiss you?" Wait what. She wants to kiss me? A thousand voices ran round my head, until I come with a simply answer, "you may."

Our lips collided in a passionate kiss, not lustful or fiery, but one with true warmth and clarity. It was as if our hearts were connected, as if they beat as one. I kissed her back, craving to touch her lips once more. She tasted like honey. So sweet, yet too much would drive me crazy. We both pulled away and smiled at each other for a while, before breaking into laughter.
"I'm sorry, I can't take situations like this seriously," I admitted, laughing again.
"I would say I'm offended, but neither can I."
We both laughed again, before we cuddled each other under the stars. We lay beside each other for a while, before we called a taxi and made our separate ways home.

I should probably call Tasha, I thought to myself. But as I made my way home, I realised that I wasn't alone. She was already in there asleep on top of someone. It took me a while to figure the person out, but eventually I saw that it was Milo. I rolled my eyes in disbelief and made my way to bed. Before sleeping, Harper text me a simple message, "have a good sleep, Ana."
I replied with good night, and let myself succumb to the warmth of my bed sheets.