Chapter 8
The first show goes amazing. Everything is done flawlessly. I do my best to stay standing through the show, making sure everything is okay for on stage.
But Joey ignores me entirely. In fact, he never comes out of his pod. No one can coax him out. So the show goes on without him. It makes me really upset that Joey isn't on my side, leaving me in the dust to fight this battle on my own.
Dylan has been by my side since Lauren spilled my secrets. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm still kinda freaked out from the kiss in my hospital bed.
But I need to put all this behind me for a few hours. The guys asked me to take notes on the show since I am sort of a fresh pair of eyes and they want all the feedback they can get. So, I'm watching the show on my own tonight, the second night while everyone else takes care of what my duties usually are.
I watch the show and smile throughout the whole thing. This is the night we film for Youtube, and I'm super excited. Look out world, here comes Holy Musical B@man. I had gone around and asked people before hand what they were most excited to see. They all said Joe Walker in tights. I also asked them what they think the others in the cast are like. They told me that they heard the villain, Sweet Tooth is really good and they are excited to see him act
I don't answer that, I just tell them I appreciate their input.
So why is it when I'm watching Jeff act, I see a whole different side to him?
I'm surprised he isn't mad at me about my parents. He just pretends none of that conversation we had in the tour bus even happened. He has kept his distance, and he isn't talking to me. I'm happy about this, but at the same time, riddled with regret. I don't know anymore what I want. Do I want him in my life? Or do I want to kick him to the curb? I can't figure it out.
Once the show is over, the audience is roaring with applause and cheering. I sit in my seat, smiling. I feel like Rita Skeeter from Harry Potter, with my glasses, my notebook and a devilish smile on my face.
I wait for everyone to leave so I don't have to get trampled when people go to the meet and greet right after the show, and I keep my distance from the fans. I don't need to get caught up in their Starkid Mania. I'm caught up in the real shit.
"Excuse me?" A voice says from behind me. I whirl around to see a blonde, around my age, standing there in a Starkid t-shirt that says "Keep Calm I'm A Starship Ranger". It's purple, and it looks a little bit big on her. Her hazel eyes seem to pop out at me as if to say 'I know you'. And I get the feeling that I've seen her before, somewhere. She looks so...familiar. She's a bit taller than me, and I have to look up at her, feeling my self-confidence drop a little.
"Can I help you?" I ask her. I look down quickly at my "Calculus Was TOUGH" shirt, and I chuckle quietly.
"I saw you writing earlier and I was wondering something," She says, pointing to my notebook. The lights blink on now, and my eyes quickly try to adjust to the change in light. I see her face closer now than before, her deep hazel eyes, her freckles and her wrinkles. She looks like she is a lot older than she sounds. "Are you writing for a newspaper?"
I shake my head in disbelief. Wow. People think I work for a newspaper? "No, no this is just a set of notes for my friends."
"Oh, so your friends couldn't attend tonight?" She asks. I have a sneaking suspicion that she knows my answer, though.
"No, I'm friends with the cast. I went to school with Joey and Jeff," I tell her.
"NO WAY!" She squeals. "This is perfect, just what we need! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lana Bertie and I work for the Chicago Tribute. We've been looking for someone to cover this show, and no one in our department seems to have heard of Starkid!"
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It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)
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