Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Take Me Back To A South Tallahassee

Instantly Brad struck up the opening notes to Last Child, making the audience of almost 20,000 scream wildly. 

With a grin, Steven belted out the opening lines to greet the city.

"Take me back to a south Tallahassee!

Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy!" 

"So what was his problem?" Jordan asked, munching on a donut from the spread of food set out for the band. 

"I don't know, he wouldn't say…" I mummbled, resting Alaska's carrier on the couch next to me. 

I unlocked the guitar case to take a look at the surprise guitar I was going to borrow. 

It was just a standard Martin acoustic, like my old one. 

I was pretty pleased, if I do say so myself. 

I picked it up and began to simply strum out some chords that Ryan and I though of earlier.

After about an hour of going through the lyrics we'd created, and going over chords to match, we almost had a song. 

I got a little curious to see how the boys were doing, so I picked up Alaska and excused myself, so I could walk over back stage and see how Steven was performing. 

Love In An Elevator was resonating throughout every speaker in the stadium, making all the females swoon, as Steven was on the catwalk, singing directly to some girls in the front row. 

The more sexual he was on stage, the more the girls screamed… I mean, how could they not? He's a sex-god, and that's just the price I pay for being his wife. 

I don't mind, because well… Love In An Elevator was written about me 

And also because I know I'm the one in his bed at night, not them…

What about during the day, though?

A vicious voice hissed at me in the back of my mind. 

What if that's the reason he's been acting so cold… So distant?

No, shut up… Steven would never cheat… He loves me way too much. 

I mean, we have a fucking baby together… He wouldn't throw this all away, would he?

Whatever, I shook my head, getting rid of whatever anxiety was rising through me. 

Throughout the night though, that disgustingly heartbreaking feeling kept creeping back into my bones. 

Jesus, Mia! He wouldn't fucking to that! Calm down!

The mental war I was waging against myself was becoming unbareable, and I was sure I was about to have an anxiety attack. 

Wow… Anxiety attacks… I haven't had one of those since the last time Steven and I fought… That was over a year ago when I though Steven was cheating on me with that girl, Sam, from American Idol. 

I hadn't realized how long I was freaking myself out, until Steven and the rest of the guys came off stage, all sweaty and tired, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 

"Great show, baby." I smiled kissing him lightly. 

He returned the kiss, but it didn't seem like his kiss… it seemed like just a simple action that someone just gets used to after adjusting to a routine. 

Maybe I'm just thinking too far into this. 

Yes… I'm definitely thinking too far into this.