The Wordless Symphony {Andy Biersack}

5 - A Daydream Away

    I was not as lonely as I thought I would be after Andy left.  The first few weeks were miserable and when he had broken his phone, he had emailed me to let me know he was okay but that he probably wouldn’t be in contact for a while.  We had started to write letters instead and then when he ran out of extra pennies to send me something in the post, our connection went silent.  For a while I had cried and worried about him, wondering if he would survive the harsh world of Hollywood.  His parents worried as well since he would not take any of their help and after a while they stopped trying.  They told me that he would be okay, that he was strong enough to make it there and I knew that well enough.  I had encouraged him to go in order for him to succeed because I knew he would.  He was amazing, heartfelt and driven beyond any person I had ever met so I knew he was okay.  However I still had lost sleep over him for a long time.  It wasn’t until a few months later that I met someone who changed my aspect on life.  It was not what I thought it would be, but nonetheless, I had made a friend who could make me smile again. 

    She was my right hand on the ship of trouble.

    Kayla was taller than me and slimmer than me with long red hair that fell down her back in waves of orange and crimson.  She had dyed it three years ago according to her and ever since then she just kept with the carroty color because it seemed to match her skin tone.  Her pale flesh was freckled slightly and led people on to thinking she was a true ginger even though she wasn’t.  Blue eyes were full of mischief on both good and bad days and we had become instant best friends.  When Andy had gone away, he left a gaping hole in my friendship status and now that was filled by Kayla. Ironically enough we had met at the latest midnight showing of Harry Potter.  Both of us had dressed up and come stag because apparently no one wanted to be seen with a couple of young adults in wizarding costumes.  Her and I had sat next to each other, flicking our fake wands and laughing aloud.

    It was easier to call her my soul sister rather than my best friend.  She made the pain of Andy’s departure less harsh and kept my mind occupied.  We would meet after school and do film stuff because she was studying to become some sort of movie director and at the art school she was attending, she had to create a final video.  It was peculiar that we had met in the first place but more so because she attended the school Andy had been taking classes at.  I guess it was a twist of fate that in place of the man of my dreams, my sister had come to seal the gap I so desperately needed filled.  Later on, we met Glen and added him to our pack of craziness.

    He was a medium sized guy with dark side-swept locks and green eyes.  Glen tended to wear sarcastic t-shirts with skinny jeans.  Most of the time he looked at me and Kayla like we were entirely nuts.  Maybe we were, maybe we weren’t but managed to fill the days with more fun things.  I needed the excitement, the giggles and the injection of happiness that had now kept me on my feet.  Kayla and Glen were notes from my sad symphony that lifted the mood and caused it to be more pleasant rather than the depressing melody it had fallen into as of late.

    “Iris!  Come on dude, get your lines right!” Kayla chortled from the seat next to me.  It had nearly been an hour since we started, maybe a little over now.  Glen was filming and he tended to make things worse by laughing when we were trying to be funny.  It didn’t help that his quiet snickering was contagious.

    “Well if he would stop laughing maybe I could!” I replied before falling into another fit, Glen joining in.  I pointed at him and kicked my feet against the ground.  “See!  It isn’t me!”

    “Well it’s not my fault!” he lamented, hands up with the grin still plastered to his lips, “You really expect me not to say anything when you’re like twitching and making gremlin noises!”  I fell against the back of the couch, mouth wide open and hilarity spilling from me.  Kayla joined in, slapping her leg and trying to get her mirth under control but it didn’t help.