I was sitting in bed, humming because I just couldn’t sleep. The concert was the next day and I just didn’t know what to do with myself. Every time I go to a Fun. concert, which has only been a few times, I think back to the time Nate looked at me, and i just want one more chance to look into his eyes again. I decided that I need to listen to music if I want to fall asleep. I plugged my headphones in, and lied down putting my Fun. playlist on shuffle. Not long after, I drifted off to sleep.
My alarm clock went off at 6 am, and well, it alarmed me. I fell right out of bed and hit my head on the floor.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I rolled onto my side, but within a minute I was fine. I got myself up and had some cereal, since it was the only breakfast food I could afford, and not even brand named cereal. I had to buy store brand. Bleh.
Within the first hour I was awake, Christine had called me 7 times to ask me what I was doing. I think she was almost as excited as I was… but not quite. I found myself pacing across the kitchen, counting down the minutes. We would be on the floor at the concert, so I planned on getting there extra early so I could be in the front. I left at 4 o’clock even though the concert didn’t start until 7. I picked up Christine and we were on our way.
When we got to the concert, we made it to the floor as fast as we could. We weren’t in the very front, but we were super close. Close enough for me to look into Nate’s eyes once again.
Long story short, the concert was amazing. I got lost in every song, screaming out the lyrics. I kept imagining myself being welcomed to the stage, but I snapped out of it, knowing I had to enjoy the concert as it was. I knew that Nate couldn’t see me like I could see him, so I sneakily pushed forward through people inch by inch. Soon I was way closer than I was originally. I could practically reach out and touch him if I wanted to. I had my eyes locked on Nate, as he belted out his songs the best he could. He started to sing All The Pretty Girls, a real crowd pleaser. He got on both knees and started singing to girls. He slid across the stage and stopped right in front of me, starting me straight in the eyes.
"All the pretty girls on a Saturday night!" He ended the song, still looking at me. He reached out his hand, touched my cheek for a second, then got up and continued to sing. That was the last time he looked at me the whole concert, but I was fine with that. He touched me!
After the concert, Christine went to a bar with some guy she met. She tended to ditch me a lot for guys, and that was simply because she is desperate. Anyways, I decided I would stay a little longer after the concert to see if I could find their tour bus. I went around the building multiple times, but I realized I had no hope of finding them. They must have parked elsewhere.
Finally I decided it was time to catch a cab, so I left the arena. I walked for a while trying to find a cab, but I wasn’t in the busy enough part of Boston. I kept walking for what seemed like miles, but I still found nothing. I decided to take a break on a bench I came across. I went in my purse and grabbed my phone in hope to call a cab. Like always, my phone was dead as a doorknob. Great. I heard laughing in the distance, and I wasn’t sure whether to be scared, or happy that I found some other people. After the first laugh, I didn’t hear anything else. I sat in silence for a little while longer, until I heard foot steps. I stood up and clutched my purse, and started to walk in the opposite direction.
"Stop." Said a mans voice from a distance. I ignored it and kept walking, pretending not to hear him.
"I said stop!" he yelled. I heard a click, and froze. "Thank you, now turn around." I was so terrified to turn around, but I did as I was told, but when I had turned all the way around, there was nothing to be seen. All of a sudden I felt an overwhelming amount of pain in my abdomen. I immediately held my stomach with my hands, groaning. I dropped to my knees and finally had the nerve to look down at my stomach. Blood was seeping out from my wound. I had been shot… but by who? I had my eyes squeezed shut, but a change of light led me to believe someone was there, but I was frozen in fear. I somehow pried my eyes open to see a tall man standing above me. He had short black hair, and bushy eyebrows. He had a very square face, with narrow eyes, and a huge nose. He was terrifying.
