Shawn Mendes Imagines. discontinued

Theater

Shawn's POV

Walking through the halls of Pine Ridge after school, I hear a familiar tune. I follow the sound and end up at the theater. I reach to open then door when another sound fills my ears, a voice.

I quietly pull the door open, careful not to disturb the person. I walk in and sit in a corner seat at the way back. In the middle of the stage a girl stood in front of a microphone, singing her heart out and playing the guitar. The music plays as she sings "Hotel California" by The Eagles. She has long hair and is wearing light wash overalls and what looks to be doc martins.

I move up a few rows so I can see her face better. She's absolutely beautiful; breathtaking. I sit there attentively watching her sing the old song.

"There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way"

I sit back and watch, giving her my undivided attention. I tap my thumb on my knee and bop my head to the beat.

"So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

"Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face"

I hum along with the familiar lyrics as she wraps up the song. She nails the ending guitar solo; which I didn't would sound so good on acoustic guitar. She looks up at the spotlight above her and smiles. She takes her guitar off and places it in it's case before walking backstage. The spotlight shut off and she came walking out from the backstage door.

I stand up and walk over to her, clapping. "Wow, that was an amazing performance," I tell her.

Her head whips in my direction and her eyes widen. She quickly grabs her backpack off of one of the front row chairs rushes past me toward the exit.

I run after her and catch up to her. I reach for her arm and she turns around, avoiding eye contact. "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" I ask, confused by her actions. I search for her eyes, but she's hiding her face from me.

"I'm fine. I have to go," she responds and releases herself from my light grip. She takes one last glance at me before turning the corner.

I huff and look down at my feet, confused. A piece of paper on the ground catches my attention. I pick it up, a ripped transfer form.

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i don't like any of the imagines I have written to edit :/