More Than a Friend

Chapter 25

Stan's POV

He, he was pointing at me. There was kids around me chanting for me to go on stage. I looked over to Kyle to see a big grin on his face. "Go on, Stan! Panic is your favorite band!" He shouted over the screams of people. I gave him a small smile. He was right, it was my favorite band of all time. And my singing voice wasn't terrible compared to some other people. Maybe it would be fun.

I started to walk toward the stage as the crowd got louder with every step closer to the lead guy. "Aw, I knew you would come up!" He extended his hand and I took it as he hauled me up. "So, what's your name?" He asked and handed a microphone to me. "Uh, Stan." I said into the object. I couldn't quite hear my voice because the speakers were facing away from me. "Well, hello Stan! Now the song that we have you singing is 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies'. Do you know it?"

Pfft. Did I know it. That was a laugh. This is my life anthem. I would have my mother play it at my funeral if I could. I remember playing it all the time back in 4th grade. It was just that good.

"Yeah!" I said with excitement. The crowd applauded and whooped, knowing they would get a show. "Alright!" The lead singer's voice boomed through. "Let's see what u got, boy." I suddenly I heard the opening notes of the song. But then, time seemed to slow down as I realized I've never performed in front of a crowd.

My mind didn't even process that. This would be the first time I actually sang in front of more than one person. I know I've quietly sang a few verses with the radio at some parties, but not full on vocals. What if I mess up? What if I'm singing and my voice cracks and everyone notices it? There are so many variables that could happen. I feel a little faint. I search out to see if there is a way out. As I was looking, I see Kyle. He has his sweet smile on his face looking at me with his forest colored eyes. 

For some reason, from that look alone, I felt better. His eyes did some sort of magic and made my panic state just flush away. Time then cached up to me and was in time to start the first lyric.

((Here's the version I want you to listen to.))

"Oh, well imagine

As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor

And I can't help but to hear

No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words"

During the first couple of lines, the audience was going crazy. I looked over to Kyle to see him in awe. His eyes wide and his grin wider.  I smile to him and continue to sing.

"What a beautiful wedding

What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter

And, yes, but what a shame

What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore.

I chime in with a

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality"

I was actually having fun!  The lead singer was also singing along and looked impressed. But I didn't really care. I was only focused on my boyfriend. My gaze never left his and vise versa. The song kept going and I had a blast singing on the stage with the band, which I still didn't know the name of. Finally, the last note played and the last lyric sung. Applause erupted from the ground with all types of whoops and screams. "Well that was great, Stan!" The lead singer walked over to me. "You, have a real good voice. Doesn't he, folks?" He pointed to the crowd for an answer, which the crowd with a huge 'yes'. 

"That's what I thought too! Okay, that's enough from 'The Cutting Edge'! Good night, Denver!" He finished off. I quickly got off the stage and ran to Kyle. He saw me coming and ran towards my direction. I pulled him into a huge bear hug and we both laughed. "You did amazing, Stan!" he exclaimed.  I slowly released him from the embrace and looked him in the eye. "All thanks to you. At first, I was pretty nervous. But all I had to do was look into your gorgeous eyes and I felt better." I smiled at him. Kyle's cheeks went pink and he smiled back. I chuckled and put my hands on the sides of his face. "I'm glad your the one I'm with." I said, before pulling his lips to mine for a tender and soft kiss.

What could be better?

((Hey hey! So, im sooooo sorry for not updating! Im trying, okay? dont hurt me plz))