An Unforgettable Summer **In Editing**

Chapter 4

Ever since Ashley and I started dating, I have felt safe. My dad is dead and as far as I know, I'm in no real danger. And tonight is a BVB concert, I get to go! It will be my first one and I'm crazy excited. It's at 8 and right now it's 6:30. I got up and started to get ready. I took a shower which took up 30 minutes of my time, then Ashley did my war paint for me and I found a BVB tank tank top. I put that on then I got a pair of pants the bought me which were red with black streaking about down to the knees and rhinestones on the side. I put those on and put on my combat boots, which they also bought me, and went to work on my hair which would probably take the last 15 minutes of my time up. I blow dried it, brushed it out and straightened it. By now, the guys were ready to leave and so was I. Ashley handed me my backstage pass and then we all walked to the stage past a line of screaming fangirls who had to be held back by police/body guards.

Once we were backstage the guys had to do sound check and I was alone, but I could hear them practicing which gave me a little bit of comfort. I knew that this would happen and I would be alone for a few hours so I brought my iPod-once again, they bought it for me-and it was fully charged. I put in my head phones and Let You Down by Three Days Grace came on. I turned it up and I couldn't help but sing alone considering I was alone. People had always told me I was a good singer, even my sorry excuse for parents told me I was a good singer. And the one thing they did for me, bought me a guitar. I taught myself and then they bought me a bass for my 13th birthday. It was one of the things that was destroyed in the fire. As I thought about this, my mind kept coming back to how BVB always bought me new, nice, fairly expensive stuff randomly weather I asked for it or not. They had bought me clothes, gotten me all of their CD's again, gotten me more BVB merch. 2 pairs of combat boots and 3 pairs of converse. Pretty much everything I needed, they got me. I loved them for it and even though I felt that I needed to pay them back, they said I didn't have to and if I tried to, they would give my money back. I was grateful of them.

I stopped thinking and focused on singing. I hadn't been able to sing in forever because for some stupid reason, I didn't want Ashley or any of the other guys to know I could sing or play bass. So I hadn't sung in what seemed like forever. I sang about 5 songs before I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I jumped and opened my eyes. CC was standing in front of me. I paused my music. He looked at me dumbfounded.

"You. Are. An. Amazing. Singer." He said slowly. I blushed, but I was scared he would tell Ashley or someone else. I even had a hint of anger. Why didn't I want anyone knowing this?

"Please don't tell anyone, especially Ashley!" I begged.

"Nope, I'm telling!" He said and ran out. I grabbed his arm and tried to stop him, but he was stronger than me. He pulled me about halfway before I let go when I saw the stage entrance. I ran back to the couch and belly flopped on it. I laid on it face down and then I heard multiple footsteps. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Melody?" Asked Ashley's voice.

"Yes?" I said not looking at him but trying to ignore the question I knew he would ask me. I felt the couch near my face sink and heard his voice much closer to my ear.

"Why didn't you say you could sing?" He asked me.

"I can't." I said. Dammit CC. Then I heard another set of footsteps.

"You guys 60 seconds." Said an unfamiliar voice.

"We'll talk more about this after the concert." Ashley said. I looked at him. We kissed before he left and I waited until the music started to walk to a place where I could see them and hear their music without being seen myself. I sang along to their music, but when the looked at me, I stopped and simply had a huge smile on my face. In between a 10 minute break, when the guys were all backstage, they all kept begging me to sing and I held strong to my decision-no.