I had checked my guitar strings four times. Each one was perfectly in tune. I had put on a simple yellow sundress, pulled my hair back into a pony, and put on a yellow and white polkadot headband. I was more nervous than I ever had been to perform.
I remembered the first time I had performed on this very stage, just a very short year ago. I could still feel Gil's warm embrace as he assured me it was going to be fine.
"You're on." The stage manager whispered to me. I was the last performance of the night.
As I walked onto the stage the crowd became silent. I took my place on my stool and searched the crowd's faces. Most were looks of boredom, a few exciting ones, but not one familiar smile. I saw the guys and tried to smile, but they just looked away. I decided that this was my last time coming back here. I started to sing.
I pored my heart out in the form of words to the audience. The audience was talking for the first part of the song, not listening or talking just because. I didn't let it phase me as I kept singing. When I was finished, I was crying by the time I finished the song. The crowd had stood up and had their phones in the air swaying to the song halfway through. I stood up and exited the stage before they applause had ended. I made a bee line for the hallway where my nurse was waiting for me.
"Can we leave early? I don't think I can handle much more of this," I was telling part of the truth. I did not want to face all the sympathy when everyone left. We left and got back to the hospital, I changed and went to sleep.
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Thanks for reading, I will update more soon. I know the chapters are really short and all and I am working on making future chapters longer.Thanks again :)
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