We Made It |L.T|

Prologue

She was there, in front of the audience during my previous concert. She was being shielded from the rest of the group by her friends, or perhaps it was the world. I'm not sure why she struck me as special, with the amount of people that packed this stadium tonight. But I kept coming back to her with my gaze. I could tell she was uneasy in her surroundings. For a brief moment, our eyes locked.

I could tell by her body language that she was forced to come here. Not the type to interact with thousands of people around. She seemed to be easily anxious and frightened.

I could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed and barely ever looking up front, she never opened her mouth to sing. Cause if she were a fan she'd be yelling the lyrics not caring what others around her would think. I could tell the group of girls she was with. Weren't exactly the nicest looking bunch of girls.

But what's it to me to judge and assume she's like that. By far she could be the total opposite of what I read.

She looked begging to me for assistance during those brief moments. She drew me in for some reason. Between us, there were these sparks. I almost made a mistake on a song line at that same moment. But I rapidly bounced back. So, no one would pay it much attention. I turned back to look at her. She continued to look at me. She gave me a quick blink when I grinned at her. But that was a beginning.

The full performance I watched her to make sure everything was well. I observed her one friend holding her wrist tightly. I felt my heart break at the treatment I was seeing.

She was very frail and youthful. It completely destroyed me. I could see her eyes welling up with tears. I could tell her friend hadn't notice the grip she had on her pour friends hand. That she been brought to tears due to the pain.

I knew she needed help.

The second time her eyes caught mine. She glanced briefly away from my direction. I knew she was meant for me right then and there. Though I don't know how I'll ever get to her. Can't go to her through the crowd obvious reasons. I could ask security to go get her. But that would scare her even more and she might think I'd want to hook up. That's the last thing on my mind, cause I could careless about sex. All I wanted was her in my arms, safe and worried free.

I felt overprotective of her already and I haven't even properly met her. But the heart wants what it wants. I kept my gaze upon her the entire show. Only looking away when I moved further over to the side of the stage were she was least visible to me. But I still kept an eye out for her, making sure she was alright and safe.

...safe enough.

When my song "We made it" Final chords finished playing, everyone in the arena heard them. I expressed my appreciation to my fans for coming out to see me tonight. As I waved and heard my fans screaming and yelling, the stadium went black.

Once I was out of the crew's and my band's sight. I ran down the corridors and around numerous corners till I came to the exit sign. The young women raced through my mind, but I kept moving forward as they echoed in my ears. I pressed my body against the brick walls of the stadium and felt a sharp agony run through me.

I needed my space to properly think.

This evening, the chill wasn't so severe. Yet nevertheless brought on goosebumps even through my sports coat. The image of the girl I spotted in the crowd did not cause my mind to go blank. How I wish I had her and wasn't such a lonely person. The brief instant when her eyes had gleamed. The way a little smile formed on her lips. How I wanted I could have offered assistance to her then and there. This will never leave me. It's not like we were ever together; we merely saw each other. But the connection was so strong that it over powered me.