Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Bad Liar

SAME DAY

Sabian's POV

  The question that Rita had asked didn't sit too well with me, so I walked around the venue in hopes to occupy my mind with things to do. I wasn't in love with Jay, this was true. I was hoping that over time that it would change but every time I would think back on it, all I saw was Darrell's stupid face. The fucking man with the pink beard had stolen my heart and didn't even know it.

  Making my way towards the stage, I caught a glimpse of an old fart with glasses, I was missing his company more than ever. Grady was kneeled down, his focus on the guitar he was working on, some things never really changed with him. As I grew closer, I noticed that the guitar next to him was the very DFH. I kneeled down and grabbed the headstock, seeing that over time it got more beat up. I released a small laugh, "I am so sorry, Grady," embarrassed to know where the crack originated from. Grady looked over and too laughed, our eyes meeting, he wasn't upset? Like he could read my mind, "Sable, it's alright. While a pain in the ass, Darrell and myself obviously had done much worse than what you had done. I got glue on it right now and in 24 hours it will be like brand new," waving his hand at me. 

  Seeing that Grady had a bit to work with, I offered my assistance, it was like old time again. Sitting on the stage, I glanced over and noticed that Pantera was doing sound check, spotting Darrell play was a sight that I didn't think I would experience again. Like always, the guitarist was in his element on stage, he was where he was meant to be. Feeling myself smile, I wanted Darrell happy, even if that meant me not being around. Pushing my sight passed the guitarist, I looked to the other side of the stage and saw Jay standing, he was watching me the whole time. Was he upset with me? With no emotional to read, Jay turned and walked away. 

  The venue began to fill to the max occupancy which told me that tonight's show was going to be amazing. Trouble opened with their set, and I was able to stand by and catch a bit of it while everyone from White Zombie sat backstage. Guilt was one emotion I had been feeling all day, was I admiring Darrell during soundcheck? "You are with Jay" I reminded myself, shit. Seeing how Jay looked unhappy with me, I figured to give him some space and not push him. Phil walked over and joined me in watching the set before theirs. Reminding me the times we did this during a tour before, I missed them, I missed Phil. 

  When Trouble started their last song, I made my way backstage to make sure everything was fine, to assure Jay so that he was in the right mind set. Right away I was able to spot him in the hallway, but he wasn't alone. A young fan stood close, she looked to be younger than me and yet she flirted with the dreadlocked guitarist with no shame. Jay laughed before catching me staring at their interaction. Was I jealous? Was I relieved? I was just going to ignore the two and turn but when he began to call out for me, I knew I could no longer pretend he wasn't there. Glancing back, I saw him make his way over, it was just to two of us. Jay stood in front of me, a smile on his face, "are you going to stick around and watch us play?" he too was choosing to pretend that nothing had happened. 

  Normally I did stand off to the side and watch their whole set but right now I was very confused, for once, I didn't really care to watch Jay play. I shrugged while I thought out an answer, Jay frowned, he didn't really like my response. Before I could say a word, Jay took a step forward and placed himself in my personal space, enough that my back hit against the wall behind me. Jay was never physical with me but if you got him drinking, his mouth ran faster than his brain, with a lack of a filter, you were bound to hear things you didn't want to. Not everyone was perfect. The moment Jay entered my space, the smell of alcohol was evident, he had been drinking. Feeling his breath fan across my cheek, "is there a reason you were gawking at Dime?" his voice dropped. Looking from the floor to him, I risked trying to read his emotions, hoping that I wasn't giving too much in return.