𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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"Nervous?" Alex asks as he's getting dressed to go on stage.
I shrug. "A little. There's going to be a lot of people out there." I state.
"You'll be in the first row, right by the stage. You'll be fine." He smiles assuringly at me.
"I know." I nod at him.
"Good."
Someone knocks on the door. "Ding dong." I walk to it and open it, finding Lucas and Theo standing outside.
"Was that really necessary?" I quirk a brow at the culprit, Lucas.
"It's always necessary." He pushes off the doorframe and they walk inside. I shake my head at them, shutting the door and claiming a spot on the couch. "You ever been to a concert, Lindsey?"
I inhale deeply. "No. I kind of avoided them like the Plague."
That catches their attention. Alex turns away from the mirror and Theo and Lucas stare at me, face scrunched.
"Why?" Theo asks.
"When you're trying to forget someone, you tend to avoid their profession." I state.
"We didn't grow popular until almost a year after." Lucas states, and I notice Alex turn completely around to face me.
"I know." I nod. "I saw it."
"You did?" Alex asks.
"You three seem to forget I'm a girl. Stalking is kind of our thing." I press my lips together.
Theo points his finger. "She's got a point."
"So...you stalked us?" Lucas asks, confused.
Theo smacks him in the chest with the back of his hand. "No, idiot." He gestures to Alex. "She was stalking Alex." I roll my eyes.
"Come on. We should get ready to go on stage." Alex says, and we all walk to the door. I follow Lucas and Theo to the stage. They start setting up with mics and I wrap my arms around myself. Alex walks to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You'll be fine. Wish us luck."
I smile. "Don't do anything stupid."
He grins. "Me? Stupid? Never."
A lady lays her hand on my shoulder. "Follow me to your row, ma'am." I wave at Alex before following her. "Through there." I nod, thanking her, and walk to my spot. There are thousands of people here. I stand by the guard rails, pressing my hands on them.
It's loud. So loud.
It doesn't take long before the band is coming out. Alex, wearing his electric guitar, takes the mic and calls out to the crowd, "How are you, Chicago?!"
The crowd screams.
"Who's ready to get this party started?!" They grow loud again, and he glances back at Theo. Theo's the drummer, Lucas is the guitarist, and Alex is the electric guitarist and lead singer. Not sure why they need both, but they have it.
The music starts, and I realize that they're in their groove. This is natural for them. And to think it could've been mine.
If only I hadn't come home that night. I should've waited. I should've waited for him to wake up.
But I didn't.
The first few songs are cover songs, songs I sing along to because they're popular. Then Alex is walking up to the mic. His hair is stringy with sweat and his concert black shirt sleeves are rolled up at the elbow.
If I didn't find him hot before, I definitely do now. And his voice isn't making it any better.
"As you all know, I'm not good at writing lyrics. It's why we have our lyricist, Ben, and why we do cover songs. But recently, I've found my muse, and I wrote a song for you all. Who wants to hear it?" The crowd screams.
He wrote a song? I wonder who or what his muse is.
"Alright! So, this song is called 'Intoxicating'." His lips pull up at the side before he's strumming his guitar. Theo and Lucas follow his lead. Alex leans against the mic as he sings, his voice just as I remember it.
Deep. Sultry. Smooth like silk.
His voice is deeper than normal at the beginning before he picks up, diving into the chorus. I listen to the lyrics, finding myself drawn to them.
It's a song about wanting someone so badly and you feel almost on a high whenever you're with them.
I relate to it. It's like me with Alex. Whenever he's around, I feel like I'm floating. Because he always had that effect on me, he always made me feel that way. He was my drug, and I was his addict. And I couldn't have it any other way.
He strums the final cords, and I realize that his song... It almost sounds as if he's describing me. And I don't want to be self-centered, but it's hard not to think about it. It just sounds too coincidental.
Before the song can finish, I recognize the sound of a gunshot firing. I know the sound from when I saved Naomi from being shot.
Panic ensues.
Terrified screams echo and there's shoving. I try to push past people, but I'm shoved. I lose my footing and my head slams against the metal barricade.
I cry out, collapsing on my back, but all I can see is black.
