The gig ends. Just a while ago the stage was full of life and movement, but now it is so empty. Matt's guitar is thrown on the floor the strings still ringing leaving kind of a sad and abandoned atmosphere floating over the stage. The audience, with me in it, is of course anything but sad. People don't want to leave. I don't want to leave. I wish the gig had lasted forever. But I am still overjoyed and not to forget the little moment I had with Matt. A smile creeps on my face just from the thought of Matt's suspicious smile. I can't hold a giggle and I cover my mouth with both my hands having to fight against the pair of tears of happines that are ready, waiting in the corners of my eyes.
Well, that was it then. I start to doubt my earlier feelings. The unfortunate truth is that I would just leave like everyone else and go home. Nothing special would happen. But I still can't help feeling the same weird tickle. Something must happen.
I let almost everybody else go before me while we all start heading home. The festival that we're on, has only started but I don't have tickets for the other days, just for this day. No other band or artist playing this festival is worth my time and money. Muse is the only band I must afford, every time.
I look behind me. The field is full of garbage, other people's lost things and bottles. I stop and check whether all my things are safe in my little bag. I had put my wallet, phone, camera and other stuff in there. "Shit" I sigh poking around the bag but the wallet's gone missing. I squat down and turn the whole bag upside down. A lipstick, coins, a water bottle, my cap and hairties drop on the ground with my other stuff, but no wallet. I curse to myself and throw my things back to the bag and start thinking what I should do now. I don't have more than a couple of coins and that isn't enough to buy even a bus ticket. I am screwed. I live hundreds of kilometres away from here and I have no place to spend the night. Great.
All the people are getting further and further away from me. I just stand there. It isn't that dark but some stars have appeared in the slowly darkening sky. The horizon is coloured with orange and pink. Some lonely clouds drift up high. It's so quiet. A warm summer breeze catches my hair and plays with it and the hem of my plain white T-shirt. This isn't helping. I must look for it. I start walking towards the stage seeking my wallet. A couple twenty metres away from the stage I hear a familiar voice.
"Hi"
It's Matt. He's peeking from behind the right side of the stage. I freeze completely. For one moment I can't say anything or move but then with wobbly voice I manage to force myself speaking.
"Hi"
My mind's a blank. Is that Matthew Bellamy? For real? FOR REAL? What is happening?
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Matt says.
"Sure it is" I smile to him shyly.
"Oh, it's YOU!" Matt suddenly exclaims of surprise. His face is filled with a weird smile and his eyebrows are lifted.
"What?" I ask, before I remember that I know exactly what he means. I can't believe that this is truly happening.
"I saw you sitting on someone's shoulders and I made that clear, right?" he chuckles.
"Oh of course!" I laugh releasing some tension from my body. But my mind is still in complete paralysis. All I can think of is Matt, Matt and Matt. And he is speaking to me right now. My mind screams Matt! His short, thin and compact figure, his spiky hair and the clothes that he is wearing... I'm eating him with my eyes.
"Have you lost something?" he inquires.
Having to think what I am even doing there, since Matt completely messed up my spasms, I gather my thoughts and answer.
"I think someone has stolen my wallet. So that is what I'm looking for" I sigh sounding desperate. But on the inside I'm boiling. A short thought of wondering how the fuck I can seem so calm on the outside passes my mind. I feel such a lust towards him it's nearly unbearable. Luckily all the other people have gone already so we can talk in peace.
"I would totally help you finding it but I think it's not a good idea. Some fans would probably notice me. Sorry. That's why I'm hiding behind a fucking wall" he laughs.
"No problem! I understand."
A moment of silence. But our eye contact is unbreakable. His lips turn to an affectionate smile. I feel like I'm burning. I can literally feel my face blushing really heavily. Even though I know that I don't normally blush, I could swear my face looks like a fire truck. Then I break the silence.
"Why did you do it, during Hysteria?"
"Do what?" he laughs a bit teasingly, pretending like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I give him that "serious" look.
"Well, I just lived in the moment. You know the saying carpe diem? Very cheesy, but I guess I just threw myself into the song" Matt shrugs. He looks actually really amusing, peeking from behind a wall with smiling eyes.
"Uh-huh" I state lifting my hands on my hips with a mysterious smile on my face.
I want to inquire him more about why he is bothered to talk to one single fan but I don't want to annoy him away. I just want this moment to last forever. I guess normally the band would just leave right away but this time, for some reason, they have stayed. And what is Matt actually doing there on stage? The gig has ended ages ago. All the questions buzz in my head.
"What are you doing up there?" I finally ask.
"I don't know. I just came to seize the moment, I guess. This is a beautiful place to play and we really enjoyed the gig here. Hopefully you enjoyed it too, my dear." While saying 'my dear' Matt shows that funny smile of his: chin down, eyebrows lifted, hands in some weird gesture and low voice. So playful, so drunk-like. He runs his hand through that soft-looking hair. My heart races thousand miles an hour. Did he just call me 'my dear'?
"Seize the moment..." I chuckle, "I did, and to be honest I'm enjoying the present."
"Me too! It's nice to see some of you guys and you know, I'd like to get to know you guys better but, you know the situation. I possibly can't get to know everybody" he says.
I murmur something as an answer.
"I see you're not in a hurry right now. If you'd like to come here with me I would love to chat a bit more" he lends a hand towards me.
"Of course, I mean why not" I stutter sounding like a proper idiot. Come on! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't screw up! I'm here just casually talking to a fucking rockstar!
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Heyyy the second part is here! :) Some changes have been made!
-hypermonday
