Meet Me In The Pit

Chapter Twelve - I will not die like Mufasa

Keira

Score: Youngblood - Five Seconds Of Summer

All Hell breaks loose in the stadium, as the drums join in with the guitar, and then the band comes running on stage, one by one, taking their places at the very front.

Right in front of us.

The crowd all around is going crazy, with women and teenage girls jumping up and down, crying, grabbing at their faces, hugging each other, clapping, crying, laughing, and screaming, screaming like there will be no tomorrow.

A voice joins in with the guitar and the drums, and, suddenly, I can't hear anything else around me. My attention is drawn to the person, whom the voice belongs to, and I can't see, hear, or fucking think about anything else.

This is not natural.

I have heard the band online, and I have to admit some of their songs have grown on me, even though I still think their music is nothing more than a classic girls' boy band act, but there is something about them, something about their performance on stage that makes me question my judgment, from the very first accords of their very first song. There is a certain appeal, a certain energy, that grips me by the throat and takes my breath away.

The song ends with a loud drum solo, and the stadium explodes into even louder cheering and applause. But then Benjamin laughs into his microphone and the crowd goes instantly silent, like on command.

OK, this is getting fucking creepy.

"Good evening, Barcelona!" He hollers and paces the stage from one end to the other and back again. The cheering erupts again. "I can't even begin to tell you how happy we are to be standing right here tonight! I hope you're having a great time! We love you!"

And then the band starts playing another song. It is one of their faster, more energetic ones, and the crowd is taking on the vibe, going absolutely wild, and...and I'm absolutely loving it!

"This is fucking amazing!" Lisa screams by my side, grabbing at my elbow. She's ecstatic, and tears of pure happiness are streaming down her face. "Thank you, Kiki! Thank you so much!"

I lean in and hug her tight. She squeezes me back and then breaks the embrace to wave her hands in the air and scream some more.

I can feel the grin splitting my face in half, as I turn towards the stage again.

My gaze instantly locks with Benjamin's...and I fucking freeze.

His eyes are dark and hooded, as they bore into mine, his face drawn into a strained expression. He's singing, his full lips moving, as he speaks some words into his microphone, but I can't make them out. I can only stand there, with my eyes locked with his, and let the fire consume me.

Because it feels exactly like that. Like a fire is burning in my veins, like my fucking soul is being called to him. I feel my pulse quicken, and the temperature of my skin rises to a dangerous level. I try to swallow but my mouth has suddenly grown bone-dry...Heat flushes my cheeks and sweet tension builds in my belly...

...And then he moves his eyes away and the spell is suddenly broken.

What the fuck?!

Suddenly dizzy and disoriented, I look around, trying to anchor myself to something, anything. I look at Lisa, but, by the expression on her face, I am certain that she is caught under the same spell. I don't need to look at Benjamin to know that he's locked eyes with hers, causing her to blush deeply, with her lips slightly parted, and her chest rising rapidly. Then, she blinks away, and I know that the spell on her is broken, too.