❌ Devil's Weakness|| B.U. ❌ {EDITING}

Something Missing

   I stared in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair. At first it was to make it look nice for the show, but by now it was simply a distraction. 

   I sighed, and laid my head on the table. Then I snapped my fingers, waking up one of my first attempts at magic.

   "Huh? Wha- Oh. Hello Brendon." The mirror spoke. "Really that lonely?"

   "Shut up." I groaned, sitting up. 

   "What? I know you hate talking to me. Though I guess what choice do you have with no band mem-"

   "I brought you to life and I can very easily make you just another boring piece of glass, or better yet small shattered ones." I spat.

   "Oh my, where are my manners? What's wrong?" It's attitude and tone completely changed.

   "Nothing."

   "Bullsh- I mean- What ever could be the matter? Surely you must be content with your fame, money, your trophy wife, not to mention having the powers of-"

   "Okay, alright I get it." I cut off. 

   "Then what's bothering you?" It persisted.

   "I really don't know how to explain it."

   "Does it look like I have anything better to- I uh- Please at least try, I would love to hear you complai- your problems, so I can laugh at y- help you with them." 

   I rolled my eyes. "I just- I feel like I'm waiting for something that isn't there. It's incredibly boring and makes everything feel pointless."

   "But what about you wife?"

   "Sarah? Please. She is just as you put it earlier, a trophy wife. A show for the cameras and nothing more."

   "Well, what about your magic, surely that must always be exciting?"

   "Um, surely not. At first definitely, but after a couple years, the novelty has worn off. Not to mention I caught on so fast, most people would be lucky to accomplish what I have in the past year in their entire lifetime."

   "Well then. You're screwed." 

   "Tell me about it."

   "Okay. Your-"

   With a flick of my wrist it went dormant, becoming just another mirror once again. The room was quiet now except for the faint murmur of the crowd. Then there was a sharp knock on the door, a signal it was time to go on.

   "Just a sec!" I hollered. I got up and grabbed my blazer from the back of my chair and slipped into it.

   Already from backstage I could feel the crowd's energy and as I walked out, it was like a splash of water to my face. The familiar beginning to 'Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time' came on and I lost all my worries in the music.

   As the set went on I noticed a girl in, if you could really call them rows, the fourth one. She was so obviously new to being in a mosh pit, and seeing how small she was to the crowd around her, she was struggling to say the least. Yet through the struggle she was smiling through all of it, and shouting every word of our songs. It was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen.

   I tried to and tried not to look at her. I wanted to make sure she was okay, but sometimes I'd just look at her because she was absolutely beautiful.

   She was pretty because a lot of things, her hair, her lips, what I could see of her body, but there was one trait that struck me completely, her eyes. They were so bright, and behind them I could see the most amazing person, full of light and life. Even from up on stage I could see that.

   Imagine them up close.