Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 31 - Castaway

Hitting every note with a soprano if necessary, filling in emotions and feeling the rhythm of the melody, becoming a part of the song.
Finally, the song ended and I got the rare feeling as if I had just went through a whole academic course of just learning how to breath.
It feels weird. I don't know what to do now. I now wished that I was using the handheld microphone because I seriously didn't know what to do with them at the moment.
I looked back at Calum behind me. He just gave me a playful smirk. I felt like this isn't over yet.
"One more, one more!" Luke shouted into the mic and put his hand up and started to count down from the letter 3. He turned away from the crowd to look at me, who was a little behind him on his right to probably see if I needed medical attention or if I was even still on the stage because I probably chickened out to the backstage and got medical attention.
He flashes one great smile before one finger was left in the air and when that finger went down with the rest of his arm, he sang into the mic.
I know what song this is. Castaway, my current fave. And also my latest Tweet and Facebook status. Wow, Calum's stalking game strong.
            I looked around confused and sang along, avoiding awkwardness.
            When the song was over, I knew it was my time to go. The whole band looked at me as I stepped forward. I couldn't leave without an outro, can I? 'Cause that's just plain rude.
            "I'd like to thank you all for such an unexpected welcome. I, myself was also surprised. But thanks for being so supportive from the very start of my passion for singing and until this very day, where its my first time on stage. Thanks for making it a great first time experience and," I took a deep breath and said my signature outro line, "Thanks for keeping it real." They all cheered so loud I was choking back tears.
            And then they finished the second part of my outro. "This is Real Identity and I'm going out in 3...2...," and then I shouted along with them, "1!" And with that, I ran out of sight to the backstage. Their cheers stayed with me even when I reached the backstage. This whole thing was overwhelming, I'm just stuck here like, WTF just happened?
I lean back on the dark wall of the whole backstage. My sweat glands was really working out onto my body right now. Heaving in breaths slowly, hoping I don't get an attack. The tiniest movement right now could literally scare me as though it was a jump scare.
One of the staffs working in the backstage approached me slowly, as if she read my thoughts about how I'm at the stage where I'm easily frightened.
"Water," She handed me, well, water. I gladly took it and chugged it down. Using the back of my hand, I wiped away the beads of sweat on my forehead.
"Hello there," A fairly calm voice greeted me. I looked up a little higher to see who was there with me. He had a fair complexion and chocolate brown hair neatly combed over to one side of his head.
"Uh hi," I said, realizing my voice was going a little raspy. "Haha, drink up," he said noticing my voice. I nodded lightly and drank.
"I'm Adam Wilkinson by the way. The boy's manager," he said casually. I choked. Having a decent appearance when meeting a music producer or manager is very important, especially if your future career counts on it.
I pushed my slacker position of the wall and stood straight. I also smoothen out any crease on my shirt.
He laughed. Of course. Who wouldn't laugh at me? Even if I don't act pathetic or absurd.
I literally just stood there. Like, what was I supposed to do? I never come in prepared. I'm fucked. My career's fucked. Damn.
"You have a great voice," he said over the voice of Michael speaking on stage. "T..thanks," and now I'm stuttering. So much for being a singer now.