We Meet Again [Kendall Schmidt Love Story]

Chapter 5

"No, please don't!" I exclaim. "I...I can't sing! Kendall!"

I look at Kendall for help, but he just smirks and accepts the offer of singing on stage. Great. Well he's an amazing date. Note the sarcasm. He grabs my hand and pulls me on the mini stage they have. It's colored silver and gray, and it has lights that make it shine blue. 

"Come on, Val. You always sang to Aleena and me back when were in high school," Kendall says.

"Yeah! In private! I'd never sing on stage! Remember I pretended to be sick for the school play because they told me to sing in the last minute?" I protest.

Kendall rolls his eyes and drags me on the stage. Well this is gonna be great. I hope no one records this on their camera and posts it on YouTube. Everyone would think Kendall and I are dating. And then they'd find me on Twitter and give me hate and everything! This is not going to end well. The DJ gives us microphones, but I hesitate on taking it. Kendall takes his mic and the other one to give it to me. Again, I hesitate on taking it. So, Kendall takes my hand and forcefully puts the microphone in it, making me have no choice but to hold it. He knows me too well. Darn it. 

"What are we gonna sing anyway?" I ask without using the microphone.

"Do you know all of our songs?" he asks me.

'Yeah...but I don't wanna sing them," I reply.

"Okay then. One Direction?" 

"Nah," 

"Justn Bieber?"

"No,"

"Ed Sheeran?"

"HECK YES!" I smile.

Ed Sheeran is amazing! I'm a total Sheerio! He's my faovirte solo artist! Although I like One Direction and Justin Bieber, Ed Sheeran is just fantastic. His songs are very nice since they have meanings. His songs are nothing but truth, and that's what I love most about him. I have his album '+', and I basically listen to it a gazillion times, no joke! 

"What song?" Kendall asks.

"The A Team. You should know it. You made a cover right?" 

"So you do reasearch some BTR related things! Nice!" says Kendall.

I roll my eyes and Kendall tells the DJ to play the instrumental music of The A Team by the amazing Ed Sheeran. The DJ smirks, as usual, and searches for it on the laptop. His smirk grows bigger, if that's even possible, and clicks on a song. 

"The song plays in 3, 2," he points at us once the song starts. 

White lips. Pale face. Breathing in snow flakes. Burned lungs. Sour taste. Light's gone. Days end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights. Strnage men.

Kendall sings. I'm not. I'm just standing there, completely frozen. I have stage fright. This is just like first grade all over again. The memory is so clear, I can never forget it. And I don't think the audience will never forget it too. 

FLASHBACK

There I was. Backstage. Ms. Zenfield announced my name. That was my cue. I walked on the stage. I was wearing a white dress. My hair was in a ponytail. My mom put a little bit of makeup on my face so I wouldn't look pale. I walked toward Ms. Zenfield will full confidence. I didn't know such horrible things would happen on the stage. I thought of the stage as a magical area. An area where you are free to do anything. But I was wrong. Until that day. That day was the worst day of my life. The audience clapped to welcome me. Ms. Zenfield announced saying I would dance on the stage. I was quite a good dancer. For a first grader. I knew all the basics. And Ms. Zenfield thought I was great. Ms. Zenfield walked off the stage.

The music had started. Everyone applauded again. I felt a bigger boost of confidence. I had a crush. Jake Falson. He was my classmate. But he was not my friend. I danced gracefully on the stage. I did what I suppose to do. Then I heard it. Somebody booed. My mom said to ignore when I was at home. And so I did. Then I looked to see who booed at me. And it was Jake. Soon, everybody started booing. Every first grade studnet was watching. They did not like my dance. I ran off the stage. And I cried. I made a promise to myself. To never perform on stage again. So I would never suffer that pain again. But promises are usually made to be broken. 

Without thinking, I run off the stage, leaving Kendall with a concerned and worried face. Kendall runs after me, not caring if the audience was confused, as well as the DJ. I inside the bathroom and sit on the bar where the sinks are. Tears start streaming down my face, and I start sobbing. The memory. I just can't get it out. Once every month, I always get that flashback as a dream. And I wake up with tears. 

That memory is suppose be the past. Why can't I forget about it? That day. That moment. It was very traumatizing. I can never get it out of my head. When somebody wants me to go on stage. Because they believe I'm good at something. That flashback runs back into my head. So I usually say no. But this time. I couldn't say no. Not when there were so many people. They would laugh. And laughing at someone like booing someone. It would be the same feeling. 

"Val?" I hear Kendall voice say. "Are you in there?"

"What do you want?" I ask with a cracked voice. 

"Please. Just come out. I'm sorry. I should've known you couldn;t handle the pressure," Kendall aplogizes.

"No," I simply say.

"Come on please,"  he begs. 

But I don't reply. 

"Fine. I'm...I'm coming in," Kendall says nervously and walks inside slowly.

I want to yell at him for coming insie, but my mouth stays closed. But I'm still surprised he summed up the courage of coming inside the girs' bathroom. He looks at me in the eye. By looking at him, I can tell he's really sorry. Who knew memories can just be so strong? When it's just in your head, it can really affect you in what you're doing. Kendall seems really worried about me. Maybe he stills likes me. But I'm still not sure because I haven't ask him yet.

I made a promise to never perform on stage again. I didn't exactly break that promise. My mouth never opened up to sing. I kept my mouth locked and shut. Only to keep my promise. But also to keep myself from getting hurt. Getting hurt is painful. No matter how cliche that sounds, it's true. Pain can affect somebody on what they're doing. Not only that. But it can also affect somebody throughout their whole live. And that's what's happening to me. That moment rules my life now. And there's nothing I can do about it. 

"What happened? Why'd you run off?" he asks. 

"I have stage fright, okay?" I admit. "I'ts from a bad memory, and I can never get it out of my head!" 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," he says, barely above a whisper. 

"It's okay," I mumble.

"No, it's not okay. I did something you didn't wanna do, and I'm really sorry for that. Let me make it up to you," Kendall says.

"How?" I ask.

"Like this," he replies.

Without a warning, he leans in.

And kisses me.

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 So that's Chapter 5 guys!

I know it's not that long but I wanted to end the chapter when they finally kiss. So...TRIVIA TIME!

Do you think Kendall still likes her?

(a) HECK YES!

(b) No, he's just being very nice to her.

(c) I don't know. Llamas? 

Okay so you can answer that question in the comments below! (I sound like a Youtuber!) Or not. You don't have to. :P

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Thanks for reading!

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