Another Day

Chapter 27

The next day passed in a whirl. I couldn’t focus on anything and I spilled and dropped just about everything I came in contact with.

Linda didn’t show up. I was grateful, we hadn’t spoken since she snapped at me yesterday, and I didn’t really want to.

My mind stayed on one thing, and that was George. I was going to see him tonight, I was going to take that chance, and I hoped and prayed that he would have me.

My shift dragged on forever, but when it was over I ran home just as fast as I could and got ready.

The little black number with a collar fit just right and I let my hair hang back, straight with a little flip at the bottom. I didn’t have time for a lot of makeup, just put on the basic, and dashed out the door.

My heart was pounding madly. I was going to do it. And forget about Danny, because I had never wanted anything or anyone so bad.

Girls were surrounding me, clawing their way forward, and shoving me with them. They acted as a massive tidal wave with the same goal. They all wanted to get as close to the stage as they could. They were merciless, the thought of falling was terrifying, but I didn’t have much problem with that. I stood a few inches taller than most of them even without heels and somehow managed to squeeze my way through the screaming, sobbing mass.

I showed up halfway through the show, it was ruthless to get in, but thankfully the man at the entrance was easily swindled by a pretty smile and a bat of the eyelashes.

I had to get to George, now. This was their last show before they went back to Liverpool for a while and I wouldn’t be able to see them. I had to tell him now, it was killing me. I didn’t want to have to wait until he came back. I couldn’t.

The fans were so loud I couldn’t hear a bit of the songs they were singing. Each one was just as undistinguishable as the next.

Accidentally-I hope-a girl tripped me, and I fell. I panicked a little, afraid I wouldn’t be able to get back up. Struggling to get to my feet I was pushed again, and sprawled forward.

This time, I didn’t panic, I got angry.