And Always.

Chapter 35

(Could Of Been Me By The Struts)

Harley's Pov

My phone was blown up with notifications. Now matter how much I tried to silence them this morning, they kept coming. I ended up shutting it down, and leaving it in the bus all day.

It was a rude awakening. I stood staring out at the crowd. I hadn't addressed anything.

The last song of the night, and the rain started to pour down. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

"I um..." I started but then the lump formed in my throat. The cheers quieted down. I looked over backstage at my fathers guitar case. I haven't played the guitar since we got signed to Matthews Records.

I looked over at the boys and walked backstage, opening the guitar case, and pulling out the white beaded electric guitar. I wrapped the strap around my body, and walked back on stage.

"I'd like to sing this song, and I would like to dedicate it to my father." I looked over at the boys, and they all looked at me with confused looks.

"To the man who rocked this stage long before I did." I brought the microphone closer to me, and I started to clap. The boys caught on, and Yomar grabbed his bass guitar. I strummed away, and looked up at the crowd as the rain poured down onto me.

"Don't wanna live as an untold story. Rather go out in a Blaze of glory." I sang, as Abu added my fathers voice from the song into the background.

"I can't hear you, I don't fear you!" I screamed, as people held up their phone flashlights.

"I'll live now cause the bad die last." I closed my eyes, looking up at the dark sky, rain pouring down on my face.

"Dodging bullets with your broken past. I can't hear you, I don't fear you now." I looked back down at the crowd, the countless people crying in the front row, and I felt my eyes start to swell up with tears.

"Wrapped in your regret. What a waste of blood and sweat!" My knees started to bend, but I held myself as I continued to play.

"I wanna taste love and pain, Wanna feel pride and shame!" The music video to this song popped up, showing all four of us when we were kids, surrounding Cameron Willows with giant smiles on our faces.

"I don't wanna take my time. Don't wanna waste one line. I wanna live better days. Never look back and say..." My voice was raspy from trying to hold back tears, as I sang this song.

"Could've been me. It could've been me." I shook my head, trying to get all of the thoughts of my fathers passing out of my head.

"Don't wanna live as an unsung melody." I looked over at the boys who all had sad smiles on their faces.

"I'd rather listen to the silence telling me, I can't hear you, I won't fear you." Yomar walked over to me, putting his back up against mine with a smile, as he backed my guitar up with the bass of his.

"Don't wanna wake up on a Monday morning. The thought of work is getting my skin crawling. I can't fear you, I don't hear you now!" I screamed, as the tears threatened to spill, hearing my dads voice throughout this stadium like it used to be.

"Wrapped in your regret. What a waste of blood and sweat!" Yomar walked back over to his area on the stage, leaving me alone being center stage as all of these people had their eyes on me.