Blinded By the Light (a Nathan Sykes fan fiction)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

 

            My phone buzzed the next morning, but it wasn’t my alarm going off. It was my phone ringing at 7:30 am. It wasn’t just a text either, it was a phone call. “Hello?” I answered, my voice ragged.

            “Did I wake you?” the familiar voice of Nathan answered.

            “Kinda, yeah and it was a great dream too!”

            “Sorry! I just wanted to let you know that we’re leaving earlier than expected. Be ready half an hour earlier,” He informed me.

            I said I would and rolled out of bed to hit the shower. I quickly washed my hair and body and hopped out. I wrapped in a towel and browsed my clothing options. I settled on purple skinny jeans, the rainbow cat shirt Nathan got me from Zumies, and black combat boots. I let my hair do its own thing and it fell into its natural waves.

            Since we were playing on a talk show today, I decided to put on some mascara and a little bit of liner to make my eyes pop. I took a last glance in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I opened it up to, not Nathan, but Jay. My heart sank a little bit. So much for liking me, he wasn’t even being a good friend right now.

            “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m here to tell you that it isn’t his fault,” Jay said, without even saying ‘hello’.

            I quirked my brow, “Oh really? And who’s fault is it, exactly?”

            “He was just walking out the door to come get you when Scooter told him he had to go to the studio early because he takes longest to get ready.”

            “But other people are getting him ready so it should take the same amount of time.”

            Jay sighed, “You would think so, but he’s always so picky. It’s his own fault, but he was ready to come, so don’t be upset with him.”

            I nodded and we began down the stairs. We drove directly to the studio and I was split from Jay as he went to get ready and I set up on stage. They were going to do a few acoustic songs then do an interview. I was awestruck as I stepped onto the purple stage. The audience’s seats were still empty and only a few workers were milling about. I was a huge fan and was quite excited for this performance.

            I was lightly strumming my guitar and gazing at all the cameras and lights when I heard Nathan softly singing the lyrics to my song. I turned and looked at him, but didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry I didn’t come,” he began.

            “You better be. You promised me,” I faked being upset. I had to give him crap for bailing and sending Jay with excuses.

            “I was going to, but Scooter said I had to come here.”